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Alice lay back on the bed and let her husband resume his tactile exploration. The finger returned to her belly and continued to travel south, over her sensitive mound and down between her lips. Her insides fizzed with expectation and she let out a low moan of delight as he slid his finger up and down her slit.
Edmund tossed the covers to one side, unveiling her. His hands separated her knees, allowing him to move between her legs, and Alice, ignoring the tenderness in her groin, waited for the touch of his manhood.
“Alice!” gasped Edmund, holding her legs apart. “Your thighs!”
She rose up on her elbows, peered between her legs. She had seen the marks in the bath, but hidden under the rose petals, Edmund hadn’t. Her inner thighs were chafed and red from the long ride.
“They are a little sore,” she confessed.
He climbed carefully over a leg and returned to her side. “I cannot fuck you this way. It will cause you distress.”
Alice pouted. The need had grown inside her, a different kind of ache to the one in her bones. It created the familiar buzz of excitement, the racing beat in her heart, and the sensation of slickness in her hidden folds. However, if her husband didn’t wish it, she could not force him to ravish her. She replaced the disappointed expression. “We’re tired, perhaps we should—”
His pressing mouth smothered her words. After a lingering kiss, he smiled at her. “I will have you, Mrs Seymour. Lie on your side.”
Immediately, the fire within her re-lit and she beamed with delight. She turned, and shuffled her bottom backwards. His body shaped about her, spooning her in a close embrace. With his hand on her hip, he angled her wet entrance to meet his cock. With a nudge, her pussy gave a little about its tip and she pushed her bottom farther back, impaling herself on his erection with a gentle sigh.
Undulating her hips up and down on his, she slipped farther down his shaft, driving him deep inside her. His fingers played with her pliable nipples, while lips kissed her neck. All of his little teases drove her crazy with l
ust.
Edmund shifted, gripped her thighs and met her movements with his own gyrating hips. Each forceful plunder jolted her and the bed. She loved his use of power. It gave her no discomfort, only the desire to have him stay there forever.
“Use your fingers,” he whispered into her ear.
Her pulse quickened. The tip of her forefinger lifted her hood and stroked her engorged clitoris. Each rotation of her finger brought her closer to completion and all the while, Edmund dipped in and out of her in tandem and the noise of her copious juices squelching about him were clearly audible.
She wanted more from him and he gave it to her. The palm of his hand journeyed about her body, caressing a thigh, mapping the contours of her belly and cupping her breasts. His indulgent strokes made her glow warmly inside and out. The delicate sensations transformed her skin. It felt like a sheen of satin had been layered on top. How could it feel so blissfully smooth when it was not her touch but his about her flesh?
With a grunt, he unearthed a deep spot inside her, one that send shock waves out of her pussy and into her clitoris. Her fingers trembled, not daring to touch her sensitive nub for fear it might turn from immense pleasure to unwanted pain. Edmund dissolved her resolve with another plunge of his cock, targeting her vulnerable spot with ease.
“Edmund, I come,” she groaned and then her body shook, the muscles in her legs went rigid and she shut her gaping mouth, pressing her lips together tightly to suppress a cry.
He rolled her over on to her stomach and lay over her body, his cock resting between her cleft. Far from feeling crushed by his weight, she felt the warmth of his body cocooned about her own. She parted her legs sufficiently for him to seek out and find her pussy, which still pulsated with her orgasm.
A long moan accompanied his penetration. Then he made his leisurely love, dipping in and out, building her gradually to another climax. She managed to stuff a feather pillow under her, letting her hips rise up to meet him. For a while, Edmund seemed content to use her gently. His fingers traced the outline of her spine and he blew kisses between her shoulder blades. His cock swelled to occupy her entirely, and the resistance of his foreskin against her silky interior brought her to another climax. The orgasm exploded all about her body and without his weight pinning her down, she felt sure she would have thrashed about. Instead, he hovered above her and waited for the near painful spasms to end.
Edmund switched pace. She accepted it was his turn. His hands rested on her shoulders, pressing her into the soft mattress. Thrust after thrust pounded into her, smacking his pelvis against her bottom and his tireless cock squelched inside her. About them, the bed creaked, its aged legs straining to match their romping.
Alice panted into the wrecked sheets, urging him on with her jutting bottom, spread wide to accommodate his urgent motions. She didn’t care for her aches and pains. She felt alive and invigorated by his energetic pummelling. Stifling the need to cry out and encourage him further, she matched his grinding thrusts, clenching her inner rings and trapping him. As he came, the fingers of one hand pinched her waist while the other hand clutched at the loose locks of her hair, gripping and holding her still as he held his cock deep inside, pumping heat into her belly with a long sigh of satisfaction. She melted under him, listening to his diminishing pants and thrusts, which ensured every drop of his essence filled her.
The sting in her scalp subsided as he slowly released his grip on her body. Flopping down, he rolled back on to the other side of the bed. His firm cock still upright, stuck up between his legs. Alice, unable to resist him, crawled over and licked him clean with her tongue, savouring her taste amongst his own. She adored serving him and just the thought of her curled up by his legs stoked her inner passions.
As she languished there, his hand stroking her hair and cheek, she drifted and floated away in a dreamy erotic state. Her fatigue became paramount and as his cock seeped away, becoming flaccid and spent, she nodded off.
Waking much later in the morning, Alice found she was no longer curled up by his legs. He must have moved her to lie next to him, so he could envelop her and hold her close to his chest. Drifting off, she heard him mutter. “My lovely Alice.”
They stayed for two more nights. Ensuring her mother was truly on the path to recovery. Jane remembered little of her feverish spell.
“I do recall your soothing voice, Alice,” she remarked, sat up in bed. Alice spooned warm broth into her mother’s mouth. Jane swallowed. “Sweet words that called out to me. I’m sure of it.”
The turnpike remained treacherous, reported Alice’s husband, according to the stable boy who brought back his horse. When they left, waving to her mother, who watched their departure from an upstairs window, Edmund elected to travel to Buxton by a longer route. They journeyed by carriage north and around the upper reaches of the Peaks, down past Chapel-en-le-Firth, then through the streets of Buxton to their house. It afforded the couple a comfortable and unhurried journey.
Turning off the road, they approached Westfell Hall and Alice for the first time had a strong sense of coming home. She gave Edmund a beaming smile and he lifted the palm of her hand to his lips and kissed.
Epilogue
“I have to ask—what of the waltzes?” She clasped her hand together as if in prayer and waited for Edmund’s response.
