“M’Lord, M’Lady,” he said with a tip of his hat, “I hope you have a pleasant honeymoon. I shall be returning in nine days, per requested.” It wasn’t a question so much a confirmation and Donald nodded all the same.
Donald turned away from the departing servant. “Would you care to see inside? I have arranged a grand tour for you,” he said with a charm that made Emma giggle. She gestured for him to lead the way.
Inside was even more stunning. All the furniture was hand carved and beautifully painted. The table was set with what looked like some of the finest dishes and cutlery that Emma had ever seen. “My wedding present to you,” Donald informed her.
“What is?” Emma asked, too excited to sort out exactly what he was talking about.
“All of it. I had every piece in this cottage made for you. Anything you want to move to one of our other estates, you may, as it is yours. But you can feel free to leave it, as well. The cottage is ours, now too. A present from my mother and father. An old familiar place where we could make some new pleasant memories as we begin our lives as husband and wife.” As Donald spoke he walked casually around the small home, not looking at Emma.
Emma watched him every step of the way, eyes glistening with excitement and emotion. “This is such a wonderful gift,” she said, her voice thick with the threat of tears.
“I thought you would like it, my dearest one.”
“Didn’t you promise me a tour?”
“Ah, well, there isn’t much besides this.” Donald gestured at the combination hearth and dining space. He pointed to one door. “That is the pantry, which I had fully stocked before our arrival. Not much on the menu will be cooked, unfortunately, but plenty to eat. That just leaves over there.” He pointed to the only other door in the cottage.
“And where does that go?” Emma asked.
“To the bedroom,” Donald answered, his voice quiet and gentle. “I can show it to you now if you like.”
“I would like that,” Emma said as she took a few tentative steps toward the door to the bedroom. She stopped to look to Donald for guidance. She wanted this, but she wasn’t sure. All of this was new and she was nervous.
Donald stepped forward and took her hand, guiding her.
* * *
The bedroom featured the nicest piece of furniture that Emma had ever seen. She reminded herself to ask Donald about where he had procured such a fine four-post bed, each post hand carved to depict beautiful forest scenes.
She couldn’t ask him now, however, as she found herself immensely distracted, preoccupied with her husband’s hands hungrily touching every inch of exposed flesh and exposing more by the minute.
They were kissing, long drawn-out luxurious kisses that teased the body and sent the mind to a blissful non-place as instincts drove them to kiss each other deeply.
They had seen each other fully naked only once before, and that wasn’t in the most ideal circumstances, Emma would admit. Now Donald had healed and was strong again.
“Would you undress for me?” she asked, trying to fight through her embarrassment. “I would really like to see you.” Truth or not, she had never said anything remotely like this to anyone in her life.
Donald smiled, acting a little shy at first, but when he was stripped down he stood strong and proud before her. His whole body was toned and muscular, something she had always admired about him and now could admire it even more so that she had it fully exposed to her.
Her eyes moved down his body slowly, or at least tried. Emma wanted to take her time when it came to admiring her love but she kept finding herself drawn to his manhood. She had never seen one before, not outside of a painting or a statue. When she finally relented to herself that it was appropriate to look, she found herself presently surprised.
It was bigger than she thought it would be, and smooth, and throbbed slowly in front of him. Emma’s face felt hot and she wanted to look away and stare all at the same time. She was allowed to stare at him now, as much as she wanted.
He strolled over to her with a confidence that she envied and sat on the bed next to her. He offered her a wry smile and said the words that she had been dreading and hoping. “Your turn.”
When she had fully undressed in front of him before, he had been sick and needy, not sitting in front of her and staring. So it had taken on a different air. She slowly took each layer off, one by one, partially to tantalize her husband but also partially out of her own nervous excitement making it hard to work her fastening and such. “I don’t normally do this myself. Would you mind giving me a hand, my beloved?”
Donald enthusiastically stood to aid her, but with his assistance it actually took longer, since each bit of flesh revealed had to be explored, touched, and savored.
When she was finally free of all her clothes she felt his hungry eyes upon her. She fought every reflex to cover herself again with the clothes on the floor. Instead she stood in front of her husband, then moved past him and climbed into bed.
She turned to look at him, and he was already watching her. “You want to come join me?” she asked coyly.
She let out a little eep of surprise when he all but pounced on her. She could tell that Donald wanted to be gentle, and for the most part he was. His eagerness and his sheer strength led to some small roughness in his touches. He grabbed her and squeezed her and kissed her all over. She could feel how badly he wanted her.
And she wanted him just as bad. She wanted him to hold her and to claim her all at once.
Gradually the kisses traced their way from her neck to her chest. Suddenly she found his mouth at her breasts. He sucked and teased at her sensitive nipples, gently rubbing and tugging on the nipple that wasn’t being attended to by his mouth, teeth, and tongue.
Emma gasped and squirmed beneath his touch. Each time Donald touched her again it felt new and exciting. To her surprise, and momentary disappointment, his mouth left her breasts. Then she gasped as she felt his kisses trace further down.
First his kisses traced along the smooth soft skin of her stomach, his stubble touched against her. Then, to her surprise, he kept going.
His lips found her hips and gradually moved, she thought he was going to the heat between her legs, but instead he moved to the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs.
Each gentle stroke of his flesh against hers stoked a fire inside her. This fire of her desire Emma thought had already been burning. But she knew now that she had been wrong. Before now it had only been a smolder. As Donald planted kiss after kiss on her thighs, even occasionally dragging his teeth over her flesh, it truly became ignited. She was quickly losing herself, losing touch and losing control.
And that was when his kisses started to move up again, his mouth finding the heat of her sex. This was something she had been aching for and didn’t even know it. She was embarrassed when she felt her hips push up to find his lips. She wanted to be kissed there, over and over.
That was all before Donald started to lick her. Her body went rigid at first, from the surprise, but then she immediately melted in pleasure. This was nothing like anything she had ever experienced. It was pure bliss.
He raised her to new heights with each second that passed. Her hips began to grind against him as her hands roughly gripped the sheets. She was losing control and it just kept mounting and mounting.
“Oh God, Donald. That feels so good. Please don’t stop, don’t ever stop. I feel like I am going to—” Emma didn’t actually know how to finish that sentence.
She felt something mounting. Something that was building up upon itself, rolling waves coming close to crest but not being quite there yet. Whatever it was it felt amazing. She wanted to let it all out at once. She gripped at Donald, holding him in place by his hair to encourage him.
And then it happened. The eruption in her body as well as her mind. Something that completely erased her ability to think coherent thoughts. It just kept rolling and rolling, overwhelming her mind.
“Oh God,” she p
anted as Donald pulled away and pressed against her their mouths meeting in a heated, strong kiss. A kiss that Emma relished as she came down from the high of the pleasure he had given her. She basked in the warmth and firmness of his naked body as she pressed against him.
After he released her, she fell back panting and fanning herself. “Oh my, Donald. That was beyond amazing. Where in heaven’s name did you learn to do something like that?” she asked genuinely.
“A true gentleman is resourceful, especially when it comes to the needs of his wife,” he told her with a playful smile, pushing his ruffled hair out of his face.
“Well that was more than resourceful, that was miraculous,” she said, sitting up and planting a series of encouraging kisses along his cheek and jaw.
“My dear,” his voice was a hot whisper, the feel of his breath tickling her ear and neck caused her to shiver. “We haven’t even begun.”
* * *
Donald’s hands traced over her as he slowly moved to position himself on top. “Are you sure you are ready? There is no shame in waiting. I have all the time in the world for you, Emma.”
Emma thought about it. She didn’t doubt for a second that this is what she wanted each time she assessed herself, but she wanted to make absolutely sure. She had the most caring and considerate husband in the whole world.
The most absolutely loving husband in the whole world.
Finally, after several agonizing moments, she nodded. “I’m sure. I don’t know if I have ever been more sure of anything, truthfully.”
He kissed her, and she felt more longing in that kiss than any kiss she had been given before. And it was in that moment, in the middle of that burning needful kiss, that she first felt the touch of his manhood against the inside of her thigh.
It surprised her, causing her to jump a bit. Donald immediately pulled back in concern but Emma felt foolish. She reached out, one hand pulling her husband back into the impassioned kiss and the other reaching to pull him close to her again.
Her need, her sex felt like it was engulfed in heat. It burned and pulsed all the more after he had used his tongue on her. It hadn’t calmed anything, only thrown fuel onto the fire that was her desire for more.
He’s the only one who can quench my need. Make me feel amazing. He is the only one for me.
She felt the trace of his manhood along her thigh once more, and again she jumped. Less this time. “It’s excitement,” she told him before he could pull away again. “I’m excited. Please don’t stop.”
Donald didn’t this time. Instead he slowly pushed forward until she felt him at her cusp. It took all of her willpower not to push forward. She knew the most important thing was to start slow. If she was too eager she might make herself too sore. So she let Donald guide himself, trusting him to be as gentle with her as he always was.
He was slow, agonizingly slow. She felt him finally enter her and it was more than she had ever expected. She couldn’t articulate the exact feeling, but it was blissful and it made her heart thud heavily in her chest with each passing moment. She loved this, loved feeling him this close to her, closer than anyone ever had or ever would be.
In the next moment, though, Emma realized he wasn’t stopping. She couldn’t comprehend that there was more of him to be had, more of this experience. But there was. She felt more and more of him and with each passing moment her mind was flooded with more pleasure than it could handle. She couldn’t think straight or even begin to articulate to Donald just how good he was making her feel.
She heard a sound erupt involuntarily from her own throat as he guided himself all the way inside. A low needful moan that she couldn’t believe she had made. It was so lustful, so primal, that she would have been embarrassed if she could feel anything else in this moment.
She tried to collect herself in the moment. She wanted to tell Donald just how good he was making her feel. How amazing this was. But even when she summoned up all the willpower she could, she only managed to moan out a single word.
“Donald!”
He began to move now, not just forward but in a slow to and fro motion. In and out over and over again. Emma started to feel that same building sensation she had felt before when he had been using his tongue. But it was different this time.
She felt fuller, more excited. She wanted more of him, needed more of him. She managed to utter another single word, “Faster!”
But to her dismay, this was one thing that Donald wouldn’t do for her. Not immediately anyway. His breath quickened but he only increased his pace a little at a time, gradually building to a consistent rhythm.
They were fully together before she realized it. They had built upon the motion until they were moving together in perfect sync, two bodies knowing nothing but a need for one another.
Instead of the mounting pleasure culminating to a breaking point like it had before, it kept building and it was driving Emma wild. More and more it built up inside her until her breath was ragged and needy. She heard herself repeating Donald’s name over and over again in a begging, pleading voice.
Donald was talking to her too. Saying her name and telling her over and over again how much he loved her and needed her. Between the steady stream of words they would kiss passionately and with surprising roughness on both their parts.
Finally, with a cry, Emma felt herself plummet over that edge, that last final strong push into utter bliss. It was stronger than any of the ones had been previously and it made her whole body clench hard and deep around Donald, begging for more of him and begging for merciful release all at the same time.
Then she felt it. A sudden hot and spreading warmth inside of her. The first culmination of her and Donald’s love. It coupled with the peaking of her own pleasure with absolute perfect timing. Emma believed there was nothing else in the world that could feel better than this. That could make her feel better than she did in this moment.
They did not separate as the energy left them. Emma pulled Donald closer, in fact, having him hold her as their breathing and their heartbeats slowed. Sleep was coming, brought on by the sudden realization that they had used all of their energy in this ultimate culminating act. Emma embraced it, drifted into it, and entered the most peaceful sleep of her life. She was content falling asleep in the arms of the gentleman she loved.
* * *
Donald awoke several hours later, a little in the afternoon judging by the sunlight. He stood from the bed gently, as not to wake his wife.
Wife. I love the sound of that.
Momentarily he considered redressing, but reconsidered it. They had come out here alone for privacy, clothing was whatever they felt like wearing. He threw on a pair of pants and walked out into the main area of the cottage.
He inhaled deeply, breathing in the lush green air that blew through the glass-less windows of the summer home. He felt more satisfied in that moment than he ever had before. He had lain with the woman he loved, and it had been amazing.
He strode over to the pantry and opened it up, thinking about making something for them to eat. He realized the small folly of them venturing out here alone, since he didn’t know how to cook.
With a happy little sigh, he shrugged and began to pick through the food. He would have to learn.
They were going to need the energy. He had a feeling that they were going to take advantage of their privacy as much, and as often, as possible.
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e it was before she left. Granted she hadn't been away for long, but the heavy air and the looming whispers did not change in the slightest. Matilda kept her eyes trained straight ahead ignoring the buzz of chatter that floated around her ears. The hairs on the back of her neck stood, knowing full well that she was the topic of conversation. What more did she expect though? When she left London about six months ago with her family, Matilda had been the highlight of the gossip craze.
What could have possibly changed within only six months?
Her gloved hand tightened around the parasol blocking her face from the sun. Despite the past few months in the countryside with her family being filled with glorious sunshine, Matilda had taken precious care not to get too much sun time.
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