He worshipped as he had promised, sucking each breast tenderly, powerfully until her words became incoherent and her moans, insistent. Then he began to move lower. Slowly, he trailed kisses down the narrow valley between her bosom. She squirmed and writhed as her hands fisted the sheet. With his hands, he held her in place and continued to move. From her belly to her knees then he began to trail kisses up her inner thigh. Of their own volition, her legs parted, granting him access. Still, he sent them further apart and continued to trail kisses until his head poised at her core.
When she would have closed her legs, he held them apart. He took his time, savouring the scent of her arousal, heated, thick, moist. It drowned his senses, so much that he hardly heard her call his name.
“Alan …”
“Shh … let me love you, Agnes,” was his only reply to her unvoiced question. Without warning, he took her into his mouth, lifting her lips so that he would drink. The moment he flicked his tongue against her centre, she jerked up.
“Alan!”
He pushed her back into the bed and resumed his feeding. She was warm, moist, waiting for him, ready. He had to make her more ready. Fold by fold, nub, by nub, he took it all in, grazed, suckled, nibbled, until he found her centre. Then, he thrust.
She arched and lifted her hips into his mouth as another cry escaped her lips. In and out, he thrusted, until he felt her begin to widen, to drip heavier than she had been dripping. So, he increased his pace and applied his fingers to her folds and the nub that crowned her jewels. She writhed, wiggled, squirmed, all in a bid to get free.
“Please … it’s overwhelming. I can’t take anymore.”
He chuckled against her, and she trembled. “Oh, but we are only beginning, love.”
He thrust in again and knew the moment her climax began to build. With his tongue and his fingers, he worked feverishly. He felt the tremor begin to travel up from her toes, to her legs, her thighs, until it went to every part of her. Then, with an explosion that thrilled him, she came undone. Thankfully, she muffled her screams with a pillow. Her juices spilled, and he lapped it all up. She tasted delicious. He rose then and replaced his tongue with one finger. Then, it was two. Her breath hitched, and her body which laid languid minutes ago, began to gain strength. As he pumped into her with his fingers, her breath began to quicken. This time, when she begged, it was for something entirely different.
“Alan, I need … I want …”
She rocked her hips against his hands, and the pleasure he was causing her was enough for his seeds to burst forth. He knew there was no more he could take, and he had succeeded in getting her ready enough for his cock.
“Say it, Agnes. What do you need?”
Her eyes were squeezed shut as she shook her head. Sweat dripped all over her body, just as it dripped all over his. He had been right. There would be no chill, not tonight.
“I do not know. I just need something.”
He smirked and removed his fingers and settled himself at her entrance. His cock pulsed, nudging, ready to spear through in any moment. It took everything in him to hold onto the rein of control that was thin and slipping through his fingers.
“What do you want, Agnes? Say it.”
Now, his face was atop hers like before, and she opened her eyes, sensing him. Their gazes locked, and he knew the moment she gained clarification.
“You. I need you. Now, Alan.”
What man in his sane mind would refuse those words? In one smooth thrust, he speared through her maiden head and drove to her hilt. He swallowed her painful cry with a kiss and paused in her. His cock throbbed, aching to move, but he remained as he was, wanting her to adjust to his intrusion. He tore his mouth away and searched her eyes. His heart broke when he saw the tears that pooled in them.
“I apologise. It was easier that way. The pain will be gone in a while.”
“Move, Alan. Save your apologies. I’m no child. I knew it would hurt. It’s only that one is never prepared for a knife cut.”
“Is that what it felt like?”
“I am aware such things do not get discussed in this situation. Now, dear husband to be, please, move.”
And so he did. Relief filled him as he withdrew slowly, and when he would have pulled out fully, he rammed back into her.
She gasped, and he saw the pleasure in her eyes, felt it suffuse through her entire body as it did his. Eyes glued, he kept up the pace. Slowly, taking his time.
She was so tight, so hot, it felt like being home, and he knew he never wanted to enter another woman in his entire life. Then, the thin rope he had been holding on to snapped, and he increased his pace.
She met him, thrust for thrust as their pleasure cries filled the room. Together, they climbed, and when he felt her nearing the edge, he held himself back and lifted her legs. He rammed into her, fast, hard, once … twice … and on the third, she tipped over the edge. As she fell with her orgasmic release, her walls clamped around his cock and tilted him over his own edge. One last thrust and a light exploded at the back of his head. He became unhinged as his seeds spilled into her, and his groan mixed with her moans, filling the room, the quiet night. Spent, he fell to her side, careful not to crush her with his weight. He took her with him as he went and tucked her safely to his side. As he dragged the sheets up them, he threw one limp limb over hers. Two hours. He would sleep for two hours, then he would be on his way.
As he closed his eyes and gave into sleep, he heard her ask, “Did I do well?”
His eyes flew open, and he raised himself on his elbow to look at her. “Are you tricking me? You were absolutely marvellous. You were everything and more, Agnes. I definitely have found a new hobby. I am afraid you may have to tie me up to keep my hands in place.” He ended with a wink, and she giggled, sending showers on his burning coals.
Her eyes twinkled as she answered, “Do not give me ideas, Mr Sheldon.”
It took him a minute to get it, and it was his turn to dissolve into a fit of laughter. “You don’t scare me, future Mrs Sheldon. Bloody hell, I love you!”
“Well, bloody hell, I love you too!”
He chuckled again and let his eyes flutter closed. Then when she must have thought he had been taken by sleep, he heard her say, “Thank you, Alan.”
A smile stole across his lips as he drew her even closer and threw a protective arm around her. “Thank you, Agnes.”
Epilogue
“I still cannot believe that you two are getting married on the same day. Irk. It feels as though I am being left behind.” It came as a grumble, but it was no secret that Isabelle was beyond elated for her two sisters. They deserved all of this and more, and she was happy to see them radiating from the happiness they felt within.
“You would be doing this with us if only you would stop denying your feelings for Benjamin and confess them!” Agnes teased, causing her to flush in embarrassment, for what immediately came to mind was the stolen kisses Benjamin had been managing to get away with, every time they were alone, as he helped in the preparation of the weddings. The kisses were everything she had dreamed of and more, and she was certain that no man would ever make her feel the way Benjamin did. Alas, they were both stubborn, and this was a subtle tussle for power. She knew beyond doubt that Benjamin felt strongly for her. News of the end of his rakish ways since their supposed courtship began had reached her ears. There was also the way she caught him looking at her, several times. To herself, she could no longer deny that she loved him; however, she would never be the first to admit it. Doing that meant relinquishing what little power she wielded, and she would never let Benjamin win in this game of love.
“This isn’t about me, Agnes. I would still love some more years to enjoy my freedom, thank you. Today, it is all about you two and your beautiful dresses fit for goddesses.”
The gowns were identical, but for minor alterations that had been made to suit each bride. Where Agnes’s sleeves were short, stopping just before her elbow, Eleanor’s were long.
Agnes’s neckline was a V while Eleanor’s straightened on her shoulders and held no decorations with lace trimmings, unlike Agnes’s. That was about all the difference. Both gowns were high-waisted with full skirts that formed an umbrella around them. There were several layers upon layers of net and muslin, before the silk which made the outer garments. The skirts were artfully decorated with lace trimmings and rhinestones, adding to the beauty and sophistication of the gowns.
Both brides had their hair up in a bun, where their veils stayed attached. Behind, attached to their corset were long trains that seemed to go on for miles. Their hair had been adorned with beautiful trinkets, and their faces highlighted with soft colours of cosmetics. Goddesses was indeed, the name for them. Apparently, their father shared the same thought, as he stepped in and beheld them.
“Just yesterday, you were running around my hallways with your little feet and now you are all grown up and set to be married. Isabelle was right, you do look like goddesses, and I have never been more proud of all of you.”
“You are going to cause us to tear, Father,” Eleanor protested, but she was already dabbing her eyes.
“Naw … we can’t have that now, can we? Yet, you all look so beautiful, I may shed a tear, myself.”
“Do not make the girls cry, Williams. The procession is about to begin. The congregation will want to see the faces of the bride anytime soon. We do not want them all smeared up,” Victoria chimed in as she too joined them. She stopped in her tracks when she beheld her daughters and gasped.
“See how they glow, Williams. I cannot believe I almost deprived them of this. We made beautiful children. I am glad after all that they turned out better off than I. Thank you, for being there for them.”
Williams smiled as his arm went around his wife and drew her to him. “There is hope for you yet, Victoria.” The twinkle in his eye, the note of teasing in his voice, was all they needed to laugh away the tension.
As they recovered from the fit, Elizabeth stepped into the room too. She had been with the girls all morning while Victoria went about securing last minute details. Regina had remained with her son, only checking on them every now and then.
“I am sorry to interrupt such a beautiful moment, but all is set.”
They all bobbed their heads and with little adjustments, here and there, they were ready. Together, they marched out of the room to the front of the chapel. Elizabeth and Victoria went in first. Then Isabelle, in her equally beautiful, but much simpler ivory gown and a small bouquet of flowers in her hands.
Then, it was Williams and his two daughters left. Each, at either sides. Arms tucked into his. He gazed upon them with all the love and happiness in his heart and asked the first most important question of the day.
“Ready?”
“Ready,” they chorused.
Then, the procession began and step by step, they let their father lead them to forever.
Through her veil, Agnes searched for the man whom her heart beat for. She found him easily, looking so dashing in his wedding ensemble. He was smiling at her, and she smiled too. So much that her cheeks hurt. The flutter in her heart could not be mistaken for anything else, this was where she was meant to be. Since that afternoon in her father’s drawing room, up until this moment, it simply felt like she had been floating on clouds, basking in this ethereal feeling. This day was a day she had dreamed about for ages, and when she had lost all hope, everything had suddenly fallen into place. She looked at her sister who stood on the opposite side of Benjamin on the pulpit. She had her to thank for this, and she would, for the rest of her life.
For Eleanor, it was the same ethereal feeling that had her struck as she held the eyes of the one man who had connected to her soul through her veil. She still wore the bracelet, would never take it off. That he had remembered, meant so much to her. This day meant so much to her. Her spirits soared, her heart thrummed in joy, and as they moved closer to the rest of her life, it felt like going home. Who had thought that she would have her happy ending after all? Yet, all had turned out for good. Madam Rosette had managed to make such a beautiful dress on short notice, and Nicholas’s parents had welcomed her with open arms. The Duke of Yorkshire was almost fully recovered and well, the rest was history. She knew, without a doubt in her heart, that this was a story she would tell her children, in years to come.
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