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“Ohhh, this is so nice...” he sighed and whispered. She swallowed, and finally brought her protective arms away from her bare chest, wrapping them around him, feeling the coarse hairs of his manly chest against her sensitive and smooth one.
“Y-yeah...” she could also feel, down below, his erect rod against her thighs attempting to rise so as to stand away from his body. It was pressed up against her thighs, bent down. She swallowed again, and rose her leg a little to allow it to move as it may. An ever-so-light gasp as she felt it press up against her bare sex. Emma felt the Duke's strength as he pulled her against him, one of his hands running down to her lower back, allowing him to pull her torso to him both from up high and down low. He pulled as his prick gave quite a throb, had his hips moved at all it could very well have been a thrust motion.
“Declan...” she gave in another light gasp.
“Sorr-”
“Don't be. I just... wanted to say your name.”
“Ohhh Emma...” he breathed down to her, that low hand growing lower, coming to her rear, and this time his hips did indeed make the slightest of pulls back before he pushed forth against her. He could feel hot breath on his chest as she gasped in and sighed out.
“Oh, Declan...” faced without resistance, he freely grabbed and groped a taut, round ass cheek. Kneading it like how one of his servants might do with bread dough. He throbbed and twitched there between her thighs, up against her sex, where it quite quickly rose up between her moistened lips, snug along her slit where every twitch and movement brought pleasure to the poor girl. His prick soon glistened and glinted with her lubricating juices.
His shaft grind against her folds. A warm and juicy, what was that obscene 'cuisine' of the Americans called? A 'hotdog'? The arm her head rest upon hugged her to him, stroking her arm as he kissed her hair, though he only got time for one peck. She quickly peered up at him, looking to him hungrily, and he quickly gave her something to taste as their lips met. Slow and passionate, one kiss after another, his pushed to hers, hers pushed to his in response. More and more frequent, more and more pressure, faster and faster.
“Mmh...” he brought his hips back until only his head remained against her pussy, Mm!” Slap! Their hips impacted, the full length of him gliding along her slick slit. She moaned at his mouth as they kissed, their eyes closed, and she felt him rising, gently pushing her to her back, and though she enjoyed the pressure of her thighs pushing the cock against her she brought her right leg up to accept him. By the time he were on top of her, the left leg rest against his hip.
“D-Declan.” She gave with a degree of alarm. He was reaching down, handling himself, ready to guide it in.
“What, sweet Emma?” One of her hands rest on his cheek as she looked up to him, looking so vulnerable and exposed.
“Go... slowl
y. Gently.” The hand at his manhood released for a moment, coming up to cradle her own cheek as he smile down at her, his erection twitching at her wetness none the less. Her eyes closed as she nuzzled her face against his comforting hand.
“I had ever intention to do so, my love.” Her hand met his, holding it against her face, smiling softly. She felt his hips moving slightly, felt his tip moving and prodding along her sex, she clenched her jaw, eyes clamped shut as she felt that big, warm hand on her cheek. Her nervousness was clear, obvious. As the pressure of his knob mounted, pushing and pushing, her mouth opened and her eyebrows rose. A stuttered moan of discomfort and pain left her before the teeth clenched upon its initial penetration.
“A-A-AHN! HNN! HNN!” Her face left his hand as her head shot back, eyes still closed, doing her best to deal with and handle the pain. Keeping her teeth clenched, she soon opened her eyes to peer up at him as he peered tenderly down at her.
“Can you continue on?” He whispered to her, she swallowed.
“V-very... slowly.” Her legs shivered against his hips, they tensed against him as he began pushing more deeply into her, her head craned back once more, teeth clenched, eyes shut tight.
“Hnn... hnn... hnn...” she held onto the unseen man very tightly, doing her best to get past the pain. I would not be too long before the pain subsided, letting forth not just pleasure, but pleasure the likes she never knew existed.
In the kitchen, Gerard turned his attention to the open doorway to the hall momentarily, an eyebrow raised. A brief pause. The eyebrow soon lowered as he walked with perfect posture to the door, casually closed it, and turned back to regard the preparations for the next meal once more. The grunts, moans, groans and squeaks that began to muffledly move through the halls went ignored almost entirely, save for a subtly upturned corner of lip in a cheeky, amused, perhaps even approving smirk.
After the events of that day, the things that happened as it unfolded, she was no longer a virgin. Her mother would not have appreciated her handing it out before the actual marriage, but given how desperately she needed him, perhaps the fact they were engaged had softened the blow, not to mention how she so wanted to be a grandmother... she didn't let it weigh on her mind too much. It was difficult for anything to weigh on her mind whenever they joined like that, and in time it felt like she was growing addicted to him, as though the Duke himself was a drug, a medication.
Possibly the only day for the next few months in which she hadn't bedded with him was the day of the funeral, which was a long day indeed, one that not only hadn't ended with sobriety but indeed, feeling unable to deal with her grief nor able to fall in bed with him to properly enjoy their copulation which would have undoubtedly been ever marked with the memory of her mother's funeral, she drunk herself to sickness.
Before the funeral, however, she finally replied to one of the many letters that Janet and Denise had sent her, mostly Denise though. The short-haired brunette, though she was treated quite kindly by Emma's fiance, had been rather prickly in response. Den, on the other hand, brought a much-needed giggle to her grieving friend as she bounced right up to the Duke and gave him a big hug along with a kiss on the cheek.
“Woah-hoah-hoah! Well then...” he tugged at his jacket of his suit, seemingly airing it out as he let out a breath. “Em, if things don't work out with us you realize I'm taking your friend here, right?” Emma had attempted to give him a cold look in response, but it was impossible to properly give with the grin she could scarcely suppress.
“Awwwww...” the blonde on the other hand seemed to take it as quite a compliment. “What a sweetie. I'm taken tho-ough.” She dragged the last word on merrily as she stuck out her left hand, the fingertips pointing slightly downwards, and she proudly showed off her wedding ring. She and Emma laughed as the Duke swung his arm, giving his fingers a snap as though to say 'darn, missed my chance'. Janet crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. She didn't speak it out loud, but she suspected that his faithfulness was questionable at best.
When the grieving daughter got sick on the night after the funeral had ended, both girls were at her side, with Denise holding the poor girl's hair back.
In the months that followed, she found solace in their wedding bed in his mansion, their mansion. Not only that but though the bed was in the room that had been his but was now theirs, it was also a new bed, a fact she had made sure of before she had even properly moved out of her previous house and into his. With his reputation, she simply couldn't get it out of her head that he likely had, not one, but several women within those very sheets, on that very mattress. Of course, he had no issue with accepting her requirements.
“Oh baby, mmm-” he took her lips hungrily, lifting her up and spinning her in their hotel room, her wedding gown waving dazzlingly behind her. “Tonight, we're not stopping until I've filled you up.” He kissed her again. “Twice.”
“Mmm-hmm-hmm...” she kissed back, laughing through her nose as she did so. “However you like, Duke...”
“Oh you little devil...”
“I don't think it'll matter where, though.” His head shot away from her so as to look at her, surprise as well as a grin on his features.
