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She'd always dismissed romantic novels that other girls read as silly twiddle twaddle, all those women who became wrapped up in a man's arms and immediately forgot everything was obviously an exaggeration. Now she was discovering that she'd been ignorant and overconfident. Her inexperienced body had never felt sensations like these before, she had no defenses to handle the hot wash of need that surged through her. The area between her legs ached unbearably and when Edwin put his hands on her rear and pulled that part of her into his body, his thigh thrusting between her legs so that she rubbed up against him, she realized that he held the key to the hunger that was growing inside of her.
"Edwin... please..." she said, not entirely sure what she was asking for. She knew she needed to stop him, yet she couldn't formulate the words through her gasping breaths as he rocked his leg between hers.
"Lovely, lovely Eleanor," he said into her ear, nibbling on the lobe in a way that made her want to melt. "So clever, claiming tiredness after you had such a long nap. If I'd known you were so eager I would have joined you earlier."
Dimly it occurred to Eleanor that her new husband had mistaken her intentions, but before she could tell him so, his hand slipped into the top of her gown and palmed her breast, tweaking her nipple between his fingers. Pleasure surged and she found herself going weak in the knees. Somehow, she wasn't entirely sure how, Edwin got her undressed much faster than any maid she'd ever had, seducing and bewildering her senses with caresses and nibbles as he did so.
Eleanor found herself on her back on the bed, completely bared to her husband's gaze, as he knelt over her dressed in just a shirt and breeches. Before she could protest, his hard body lowered onto hers and he kissed her deeply, his hands caressing her sensitive skin. Warmth blossomed everywhere his fingers touched her and she groaned into his mouth as he conquered her body.
"So soft," he murmured, moving down as he kissed her neck again, then moved down to her breasts.
"Edwin... I wasn't... oh goodness..." Eleanor's eyelids fluttered as he sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth, his hands cupping her breasts. Pinching her free nipple between two fingers, he rolled it back and forth, his mouth busy nibbling and suckling the other roseate nub. It was exquisite ecstasy and she bucked beneath him, feeling the weight of his hard body between her legs. Logic and sanity was quickly sinking into a vast sea of sensation and pleasure, the needy ache between her legs only growing more insistent as Edwin did the most sinful things to her nipples. She'd had no idea that a man's touch could do things like this!
For his part, Edwin was more than pleased at his bride's passionate core. She was more than beautiful and he'd held her in affection even before he'd thought of spanking her himself; now knowing what a passionate creature she was he was even more intrigued by her! The creaminess of her skin was quite pleasing and she had very pale and sensitive nipples; he enjoyed the small noises she made in the back of her throat as he toyed with them.
Kissing his way down her soft stomach, he was pleased to smell her arousal. Pushing her thighs apart he ignored her protest and stared at her dewy center with its thatch of pale blonde curls. It smelled divine, the delicate pink petals innocently tempting, and the little bud of her clitoris peeking at him from under its hood quite shyly. With a small groan of desire Edwin fell upon her.
Eleanor gasped and reached down to push him away as her husband put his mouth on her in the most shameful manner. "No... you can't... oooOOOOO..."
Unfortunately that was the moment when she realized she must be a complete wanton, because rather than pushing him away she ended up gripping his dark hair and moaning as he did the most sinful things with his tongue. Something so depraved shouldn't feel so... fantastic. The small moans he made into her sensitive flesh as he made his way to her core with his tongue vibrated through her and she found herself gripping his head with not just her hands, but also with her thighs.
All the tension that had been coiling inside her was now cresting and Eleanor felt as though she was losing her grip on reality.
The sighs and moans she was making only urged Edwin onward. He'd always enjoyed pleasuring a lady with his mouth but he'd never had one react quite so dramatically. Smugly he congratulated himself on his choice of wife. Not only was she delicious in every sense of the word, her innocent reluctance and reactions were more arousing than any other woman he'd ever encountered. Perhaps that was partly because she truly was innocent with no prior experience on what could be done to her tender flesh or how to resist the sensation running through her body. More experienced women could handle their reactions better, control their desires. Eleanor had no such defense. Knowing that he was the first man to touch her in this way inflamed him. Other women would have other men, but Eleanor was all his.
She cried out his name again, her sweet honey flowing copiously as he lapped it up. Her pink pearl was now full engorged, no longer hiding beneath its hood, but swollen and blushing as he sucked it into his mouth, increasing her cries. Pressing a finger into her exquisite body, he nearly groaned at the tightness of her feminine tunnel. Eleanor was shocked at the rude finger probing her most intimate space, yet there was nothing she could do to stop her husband. Already he'd put his mouth on her and elicited the most incredible sensations from her resistant body. Now her muscles felt like jelly and yet he was starting the sinful cycle all over again!
The tongue on her flesh never ceased, although now it was taking long sure strokes around the invading digit between her petals. Looking down the length of her pale body, she could see that her nipples were still slightly budded, her skin flushed with exertion, and her husband’s head bobbing between her thighs. His dark eyes looked up at her, meeting her gaze with such a heated look that she blushed even deeper, if that was possible. Eleanor covered her eyes, unable to bear looking at the perverse vision of her husband's depravities on her body, and just gave herself over to enjoying it.
Another finger pushed alongside the first, stretching her virgin tunnel further and Eleanor squirmed, squeezing her eyes shut. Somehow it made the experience less real, less invasively intimate, although it also meant that she was more focused on the sensations that her husband was causing in her body. Fingers moved back and forth, curving inside of her and brushing against a spot that made everything tighten convulsively. Edwin nibbled at her sensitive flesh and Eleanor gasped and writhed for him, mewling with the pleasure that was rising inside of her again.
“Oh Edwin…” she moaned, clutching at the bed sheets beneath her. The wicked things he was doing to her body were having an effect far beyond anything her imagination had ever conjured happening between man and wife.
“That’s it… God you’re beautiful. Come for me Eleanor.”
Come? She was already there… right there… her hips lifted as she cried out again, her body arching with the exquisite release of tension as her body hummed with pleasure, tremors rocking through her.
Something inside of her stretched painfully, jabbing sharply through her core and Eleanor’s eyes flew open to meet Edwin’s above her. His weight came partially down on her as he lowered himself to his forearms and she realized that he was also inside of her. The high state of pleasure she had been dwelling in dimmed slightly as she realized that this was not where she had meant this night to go.
“Wait!” she cried out, her hands coming up to push at his chest.
Misunderstanding her, thinking her reluctance a product of her innocent state, Edwin kissed the base of her slim throat. “It will only hurt for a moment sweetheart, try to relax.
His hips flexed and moved forward, sinking the full length of his rod into her tight hole, feeling the slight resistance of her virginity give way easily to his turgid staff. Dear God but she was exquisitely snug, her body tightening and loosening around him as she adjusted to the new dimensions of her womanhood. It was extremely hard not to move but he contented himself with being surrounded by her wet warmth as she accustomed herself to his presence inside of her.
Kissing her softly, Edwin brushed away the tear at her cheek.
“It doesn’t hurt too badly does it sweetheart?” he asked, his voice sincerely concerned. After all, he certainly didn’t want her to end up with an aversion to their marriage bed.
“No, not it doesn’t hurt that badly,” she reassured him automatically, touched by his attention to her. It truly didn’t either, she was already adjusting to the sensation but… “I just… I didn’t think…”
“Don’t worry sweetheart.” Edwin cut her off with a kiss to her lips, sensuous and compelling, so much more intimate now that they were actually joined together by flesh. “It will feel good, I’ll make sure of it.”
That wasn't what she meant, what she wanted, but the tiny moment of despair over his misunderstanding gave way to the most spectacular sensation as he began to move inside of her. Gasping, Eleanor clung to his bare shoulders, surprised at the silky feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips, and even more shocked by her body's urge to move with him, her hips seeming to have a mind of their own as she rocked beneath his smooth strokes.
The invasion was intimate, sensual, and breathtakingly pleasurable. Her body was still humming from the spectacular release that he'd driven her to with his mouth and hands, making her much more aware of that area between her legs than she'd ever been before. Edwin's lips coaxed hers open beneath his, his tongue exploring the insides of her mouth as he continued to move inside of her body in a much more explicit way, his hands roaming over her body and inflaming her passions.
The feel of his wife moving beneath him, her inner thighs rubbing against the outsides of his legs as she writhed in pleasure, the small mewling sounds she made in the back of her throat as he kissed her deeply, was driving Edwin absolutely wild. While he'd fantasized about Eleanor more than once since watching her birching, he hadn't expected such an explosive union as this or even suspected at how her innocent responses would inflame his desire for her.
