Page 38 of An Accidental Elopement

Cecilia had no idea how else to progress matters and at the same time, she wished to show Archie that she wanted this as much as he did. She gently moved her hand, which had been resting on his shoulder, down his chest, and over his stomach toward the place between his legs. Even before she had reached it, she was quite certain that she felt him harden. She was surprised by the size of the bulge she found there and not least the low groan that slid from Archie’s lips.

“Am I doing it right?” she muttered as she stroked over the fine wool of his trousers.

“Perfect,” Archie ground out.

He lowered his head and kissed her neck while his hand started kneading her bottom more firmly. One traveled up the side of her body and found one of her nipples through the thin fabric of the chemise. Cecilia sighed as he gently rolled it while she remembered how he had kissed them previously. She greedily thrust her breast into his hand as she hoped he would do it again.

Archie took the hint: His other hand cupped her other breast and Cecilia momentarily forgot to touch him. She had to steady herself on his arm as she swayed on her feet.

“I think it’s time we move to the bed,” Archie chuckled and walked towards the bed.

“Finally,” Cecilia whispered. She had meant it only as a comment to herself, but as Archie looked at her over his shoulder, the mirth in his eyes told her that he had heard. Well, she did not mind, she tried to tell herself, although she could not help but blush.

They stood opposite each other once more at the side of the bed. Archie slowly pulled her chemise over her head and then undid her drawers. Cecilia wrenched them down her hips. Archie paused with his hands on the second button on the placard of his trousers and took her in. She was only wearing her stockings now. With as much poise and decorum as she could muster, Cecilia sat on the edge of the bed, undid the laces on the first one, and slowly pulled it down. She looked up to be certain that he was still watching her. She paused as she realized that he had speedily divested himself of the last of his clothes and was now looking at her with a gaze that was both intense and... hungry. She took in the naked form of him, her eyes especially lingered on his erect manhood. After what she had read in the pamphlet today, she felt no fear regarding what they were about to do. Only expectation and desire. Her core clenched at the thought that soon he would be inside her, giving her pleasure.

Archie cleared his throat and she looked at his face again.

"Do you need help with the last stocking?" he teased her.

Cecilia quickly pulled it off, not bothering with making a show of it, and crawled onto the bed. She lay down on her back and her blood rushed in her body as Archie gently lay down on top of her. It was the same movements as the last time and yet the situation could not be more different. He wanted her. For more than a bed partner. For more than keeping his house. He wanted her as a partner, as the mother of his children. He may not have said that he loved her, but it was much closer than she had thought possible with him.

Cecilia gently traced the lines of his face with her fingertips. Archie closed his eyes, enjoying her touch. His hands were resting on her shoulders. One of them moved to her breast while his mouth sought hers. The heat quickly built between them again. His gentle tugs on her nipple sent waves of heat straight towards her core and she could not help but move her hips against him. His hips moved in response and his warm length was pressed against her.

Archie reached between them and gently stroked her folds. He hummed in a way that showed his satisfaction when one of his fingers brushed her entrance and he discovered how wet she was. Cecilia had felt the wetness when she pleasured herself but now after reading the pamphlet, she knew exactly what it was for. One of Archie’s fingers gently slid inside of her. Cecilia closed her eyes as she adjusted to the sensation of being filled. She had only just done so when a second finger joined it. She gasped in both delight and surprise.

“Does it hurt?” Archie murmured.

Cecilia could not answer, merely shaking her head as she moved her hips to urge him to continue to move his fingers. She gasped and panted as he continued his ministrations, but she could not help but wonder when he would remove his fingers and they would actually sleep together.

“Archie,” she finally breathed. “I want...”

His fingers inside of her stopped and he sent her a teasing questioning look.

“Please,” she tried to demand but did not muster the right tone.

“Please what?”

“Please... sleep with me.”

He smiled widely and happily with a hint of relief on his face as he leaned forward and kissed her. He kept kissing her as he positioned himself between her legs and as he slowly worked his way into her. Cecilia clutched his shoulders. It never hurt but the sensation was stranger than it was pleasurable at first. When he began to move, she felt the pleasure starting to build and when a corner of her mind remembered that it would benefit her if she moved her hips, she did so. Without thinking, she asked:

“Do you mind if I touch myself?” The pamphlet had mentioned that it could increase pleasure and even given instructions to various positions where it would be possible for either the male or the female.

“Not in the least,” Archie panted.

Cecilia worked her hand between them and found the little nub of flesh that Archie had licked three weeks ago and that she had been unable to keep her hands from at night. As soon as she started touching it, she felt her muscles tightening even further and gasped with delight. The tense pressure in her body that promised great release only built with each movement.

She could not help but open her eyes and look at Archie who was moving above her. Laboring to bring her pleasure. Her chest felt tighter at the thought. She had been so engrossed in watching him and enjoying the feelings that their movements brought her that it almost startled her when he opened his eyes and looked at her.

“Come,” he demanded.

Cecilia was not certain whether it was the desire in his eyes or his command, but she gasped breathlessly as her body convulsed and the sensations in her body culminated. Her climax was prolonged by Archie who kept moving and after a moment or two found his release as well. Cecilia kissed his lips, his jaw, his cheeks, his neck. Why had she been denying herself, both of them, this pleasure?

But when Archie raised his head to look into her eyes and say:

“That was amazing, thank you.”

She knew exactly why she had waited. She had waited because she was afraid that the words that she was biting her tongue to hold in would slip out in a moment of passion like this.