by Golden Angel
Like her, he was dishabille, but unlike her, his body was well covered by the dark red robe belted around his waist. Still, Arabella could see a glimpse of his bare chest, adorned with dark curls, and she stared, fascinated by this tiny patch of new, never-before-seen skin.
"Arabella..." His voice sounded strangled, his eyes unable to tear away from her bosom, and Arabella was utterly delighted.
"Yes Thomas?" she asked, stepping forward and walking towards him since he seemed incapable of moving. The nightgown slid across her legs, making her feel even more aware of her body. Any initial shyness she might have felt had quickly dissipated under his shocked but appreciative gaze.
Closing his eyes, he muttered something under his breath as she reached him. Arabella was pretty sure he cursed, but she couldn't quite make out the words which was a pity. He was so rarely vulgar, she was dying to know what he actually said. She knew better than to ask.
Instead, she took advantage of his closed eyes to lift her hand and slide her fingers into the top of his robe so she could touch that tantalizing view of his skin. Wiry hair over hard muscle, so very different from her own chest, met the exploring pads of her fingers.
“Good lord woman,” Thomas muttered.
Then hard hands grabbed her waist and pulled her forward as he lowered his head for a deep kiss.
******
His wife was going to be the death of him if he wasn’t careful, he could already tell.
Beneath his robe he was naked, but he honestly hadn’t expected matters to move so quickly. Indeed, considering Arabella was a virgin, he hadn’t been sure at all what he would find once he entered her room.
She was a virgin wasn’t she?
Pulling back from the kiss, he looked down at her. She peered back up at him through long lashes with a dark, sultry gaze, her lips pouty and swollen from the kiss. Their bodies were pressed together, her softness cradling his harder body, her breasts pressed against his chest.
“Why did you stop?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
Thomas hesitated. He didn’t know how to ask what he wanted to ask without sounding horrifically insulting. So he did his best to temporize.
“Do you… did anyone tell you what to expect tonight?” he asked. Of course he realized Lydia had probably spoken with her, as would be her duty, but he had no idea how far their talk might have gone. How much information it might have actually included.
Part of him wasn’t surprised when Arabella rolled her eyes at him, as impatient and brazen in this arena as she was in every other. “Lydia, Gabrielle, Christina, Cynthia, and Amy all spoke with me yesterday. I am quite aware of what the marriage act entails and what my expectations should be.”
“Your… your expectations?” he asked, completely bewildered.
She looked up at him. Expectantly. Thomas felt his anxiety rise.
“Yes, of course,” she said, almost impatiently. “For the pleasure it brings.”
She was definitely going to be the death of him.
The anxiety he’d been feeling was rising up to choke him. And he’d been worried she’d be a fearful virgin. That had been the worst scenario he’d been able to think of, having to coax his new bride into letting him assert his husbandly rights. Of course, he’d had a hard time truly picturing Arabella as a shy and retiring virgin, but this sultry vixen already demanding her pleasure was certainly not what he’d had in mind either.
The hand on his chest slid up around his neck.
“Don’t worry,” she murmured as she pulled him back down for a kiss. “I’m sure you’ll do admirably.”
******
Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so forward, but Arabella didn’t see the point in pretending. She understood exactly what was to happen and she was rather looking forward to it. Perhaps she should pretend more ignorance? But where was the attraction in that?
He should be grateful he didn’t have to explain anything to her. Grateful she wasn’t horrified or shocked or disgusted by the idea. Granted, she’d been a little of all three when she’d first learned what happened between a man and a woman in the bedchamber—especially some of the salacious details her friends had let fall—but she’d moved past those initial reactions. Knowing there was inexpressible pleasure at the end of the proceedings, and sometimes before, had helped a great deal.
Their wedding night would be a good deal less fun if she’d just learned about what they were meant to do and had no idea that there would be a reward for indulging in what still sounded like a rather awkward business.
Although she was beginning to understand some of what her friends meant. With Thomas’ lips on hers, his arms circled around her waist and holding her up, one hand already sliding down towards her bottom, and the strange hardness of his groin pressing into her belly, she didn’t feel awkward at all. She felt hot, almost itchy, like her skin was too tight and she wanted to rub herself all over him. There was an ache deep inside of her, and she knew exactly what was supposed to fill it even though she didn’t know how it would feel.
His tongue slid into her mouth, his hand moving down to cup her bottom, and Arabella moaned as heat and need shot through her. It felt like her skin had become exquisitely sensitive.
When Thomas’ lips pulled away from hers, she almost protested, but instead of really pulling away he was just moving them… across her jawline… to her neck… goodness, she’d had no idea her neck was so sensitive. She tipped her head back, giving him full access to her throat, clinging to his shoulders as he left a line of burning kisses across her skin.
“What did your friends tell you about tonight?” He murmured the question, his voice deep and sensual.
Arabella blinked, trying to think as his hands began to roam along with his mouth. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy and her entire body shuddered as the hand not caressing her bottom cupped her right breast.
“Um… oh my… they said… they said you would put your cock in me… in my… between my legs,” she managed to get out, suddenly feeling shy. At least, shy about using any of the words she might use for exactly where he was going to put his cock. “And maybe my mouth… my bottom…”
The hand on her bottom tightened immediately, pulling her even harder against him as he moaned against the sensitive skin between her shoulder and her neck. She shuddered as he rocked his hips against her, very aware of exactly how much he liked that idea. Arabella was almost sorry she’d brought it up—the reports from the other ladies had been mixed at best.
Yet Thomas’ reaction almost made her want to try…
Somehow the idea seemed much more appealing in this moment, while she was in his arms, feeling the full force of his ardor.
“Anything else?” he asked, practically grating the words out.
The words slipped out of her mouth then. Words she definitely hadn’t meant to say, because she still thought her friends were mad for their insistence it could be fun, even enjoyable.
“They said you might spank me,” she whispered. “And that I might like it.”
******
Unable to contain himself any longer, Thomas hauled her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. He was fairly certain Arabella was a virgin, she was too unsure of how to touch him, of the things she was saying to him, to be anything else, but she was assuredly the most wanton virgin on the planet. Although she apparently had expectations of pleasure, he had decided to count his blessings that she not only had a good idea of what to expect, she was also aware of some of the more exotic bed play they could indulge in.
“Wait!” she squeaked as he turned her over his lap. “I don’t want to be spanked on my wedding night!”
“But you might like it,” Thomas said wickedly. He was feeling more than a little wicked, as if Arabella’s brazenness had rubbed off on him. This wasn’t how he’d seen his wedding night going, but then again this wasn’t how he’d seen his marriage going anyway. He might as well embrace it. “Besides, you’ve been a very naughty gir
l, haven’t you, Arabella?”
Smack!
Even though she was definitely naughty, Thomas didn’t swat her very hard. Just enough to make her squeak adorably again and give her skin a tiny bit of blush, just barely visible through the thin silk of her gown.
Smack!
He repeated the motion on the other side, grinning as Arabella squeaked again but didn’t protest. She held herself very still, as if she was trying to decide whether or not she liked what he was doing.
Taking that as permission to continue, Thomas pulled up the skirt of her gown and began to pepper her bottom with short but sharp swats, just hard enough that she squealed and squirmed, but not hard enough to truly hurt. Each impact of his hand set her flesh jiggling in an incredibly appealing manner, and feeling her gasp and shudder against his lap was highly arousing.
His cock pressed into her side as he looked down at her creamy backside, which was turning a nice rose pink under his hand. A naughty bride indeed. One whom, if the glistening dew beginning to decorate the dark curls at the juncture of her legs was any indication, did indeed enjoy an erotic spanking.
He was a very lucky man.
And there were definite benefits to having a bride with such talkative married friends.
******
“Oh!”
Arabella squirmed on her husband’s lap as his hand delivered swat after stinging swat to her upturned bottom. Although she’d been spanked a few times by her brother when she’d been particularly bad, it had never been like this. For one, Isaac had always spanked her through her skirts and she’d always had to bend over his desk for him to do so… she’d never been over anyone’s lap before and the experience was both strange and intimate.
She felt vulnerable, out of control, things she normally didn’t like to feel, but right now she did. Being under Thomas’ control was completely different from being under anyone else’s, and knowing he was enjoying what he was doing… well that made a difference as well.
And there was no mistaking his enjoyment.
Not just because of the hard rod pressing against her side, but she could hear his breathing changing, feel it in the hand he had resting on her upper back as he pressed more of his weight onto her. She moaned, writhing a little as the heat of her bottom translated itself to the rest of her. If she’d felt hot and itchy before, now it was as though Thomas had stoked an inferno inside of her and if he didn’t help her quench it soon she was liable to go up in flames.
“Oh please,” she begged, not entirely sure what she was begging him for. More swats? Something else?
Pulling her up, Thomas began kissing her again as he pushed her back on the bed.
On her back, she felt the silk of her nightgown moving upwards as his mouth devoured hers, urgency in every line of his body. Hands closed over her breasts and she moaned, arching upwards and spreading her legs as he settled between them. Even though she had never done this before, her body moved instinctively, somehow knowing what would feel ‘right’ before she’d even done it.
She pushed at his robe, moving the fabric aside so she could touch his bare skin, wanting to run her hands over him the same way he was with her.
The skin of her bottom was so exquisitely sensitive as she was pressed down by his weight, but it wasn’t painful exactly. If anything, it made her feel even wilder with need, heady pleasure running through her but somehow not enough to sate the new appetites he’d awoken within her. Her nipples were so swollen they felt fit to burst as his fingers closed around them, pinching and making her cry out with the new sensations rippling through her.
Arabella pulled her heels in, trying to drag his body into hers. She wasn’t entirely sure how they would fit together, and she hadn’t even seen what his cock looked like, but she knew she wanted it inside of her.
******
If Thomas had thought his new wife was wanton before, that was nothing compared to how he felt now. Rather than laying passively, she was as eager to touch him as he was her.
Rather than being quiet or trying to stifle her passion, she was vocal with her gasps, sighs, and moans of pleasure.
The way her body urged him on, her legs pulling him inward, her fingers clutching at him, Thomas couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had warned her that the initial breaching of her maidenhead would hurt. She seemed intent on rushing headlong into losing it, without any care, and she was taking him along with her.
“Slower, sweetheart,” he said, pulling away slightly. He should have done so sooner, her eyes rounded and her movements hesitated as she took in the sight of his bare chest. Her dark gaze began at his broad shoulders and traveled downwards, also giving him the chance to fully take in the view of her nearly bare body.
The silky fabric of her nightgown was pushed up above her breasts, which were flattened slightly by her position but still retained a pleasing roundness. Her nipples were a dusky rose, plump berries tipping creamy mounds, begging to be pinched and sucked. Between her legs, her mound of dark curls beckoned, waiting to be explored, and the pouting pink lips of her quim were clearly visible as they were slightly spread apart, revealing the delicate pink interior.
Arabella sucked in a startled breath and he was sure her gaze had finally reached his cock, which was achingly hard, completely erect and angrily red with a pearly drop of liquid adorning its tip. She was so very quiet, he was almost worried, but when he looked up at her face he could see she was just in awe of the new sight. There was an expression of almost wonderment on her face as she reached out to touch the head of his cock, and Thomas caught her wrist with a groan, pulling her hand away from further tormenting him.
She looked up at him. “That’s going to fit inside me?”
The question was more curious than anything else, and Thomas had another reason to bless her friends. She didn’t seem completely perturbed by the idea, just a little unsure that she had her facts correct. A completely ignorant virgin might not have been so accepting of the idea.
“Oh yes, sweetheart,” he said, bending forward so he could tug her nightgown over her head, leaving them both completely bare. “It will absolutely fit inside of you.”
Elbows braced, he kissed her again. More slowly this time, more tenderly. Arabella’s lips opened beneath his, her own movements slower as she returned her hands to his chest, following his lead as she renewed her explorations of his hard muscles.
Lowering his hips, he felt his cock brush against her curls and then lower to the wetness just below. Reaching down between them, he grasped the root of his manhood in his hand so he could guide himself unerringly and fully claim his wife.
******
The sensation of Thomas touching her there, between her legs, where no one but herself had ever touched her, was shocking to say the least. The blunt head of his cock rubbed up and down between her lips, making her jerk as he touched a particularly sensitive spot. Arabella moaned, lifting her hips upwards, wanting more… wanting him inside of her.
His tongue thrust into her mouth as he circled his cock, teasing her sensitive flesh and tormenting her so that she cried out, her fingers clutching at him. All that bare skin against hers… her breasts swelled and she arched upwards, her nipples brushing against the wiry hair on his chest. The slight abrasion made her stomach turn flips, arousal and need humming through her. She was so awash in new sensations, she almost didn’t notice as Thomas finally moved his cock to her entrance.
As soon as he began to push inside of her, though, it was impossible to concentrate on anything else.
Lifting himself up slightly, so that their kiss was more of their lips and less of their tongues, he very gently rocked his hips, moving himself a little deeper inside of her. Arabella shuddered, still clinging to him. It was such a very odd sensation, something inside of her… something moving within her…
It didn’t feel anything like she’d imagined it. Her insides stretched around him and there was a quick, sharp pain as if something had torn, and then he was pressing deep
er, faster than she’d anticipated. The sharp stretch of her muscles hurt more than the initial entrance and she cried out, causing him to freeze. She could feel what the effort cost him in the rigidity of his muscles.
“Don’t stop! Just… more slowly, please,” she managed to say when he raised his lips from hers. She didn’t want him to stop—at least, she didn’t think so. If he moved more slowly then she could surely handle this new experience.
“Of course, sweetheart,” he said, and his lips lowered to hers again. The sweetness of the kiss nearly took her breath away and made tears to spring to her eyes. Surely a man couldn’t kiss a woman so sweetly, so intimately, and not feel something for her.
The feeling of pressure between her legs receded, and then he moved again, thrusting inward, and this time it didn’t hurt at all. In fact, it felt rather good. Arabella moaned again, her body coming alive as he filled her, exactly the way she’d been craving to be filled without knowing exactly what it was she’d wanted. Surrounded by him, filled with him, she felt more vulnerable than she ever had in her life and yet completely safe.
Long, slow strokes of his body stimulated her. The movement pressed her sensitive bottom into the mattress and rubbed his chest against her stiff nipples. Every time his body met hers, he pushed against the sensitive spot which he’d teased with the head of his cock, but this was so much more pleasurable. Yet it wasn’t enough either.
Arabella wanted more.
She writhed beneath him, urging him with her body to move faster now… harder… and Thomas met her demand. The slow strokes increased in tempo and her hips lifted to meet him, her urgent need pushing her to dig her nails into his shoulders, moving against him as she instinctively quested for something to soothe the ache inside of her.
Thomas’ arm swung out and under her leg, which slid down so her knee rested in the crook of his arm, leaving her pussy completely open to him. It felt like he surged even deeper inside of her, and a ragged sob ripped from Arabella’s throat as the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt erupted inside of her. His body thrust home, grinding against hers and making her scream as tears began to slide down the sides of her face at the shocking ecstasy.