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And it felt very, very good.
Then he began to move and everything Irene had already experienced was downgraded by the sheer intimacy of it, the heady pleasure that lurched through her. Now his body was pressing against that same sensitive spot that his fingers had rubbed, a fizzing need burgeoning every time their flesh connected. Irene whimpered and cried out, spreading her legs to take him deeper, harder, clinging to him as he moved above her. His own masculine groans seemed to vibrate through her, urging her onward to something that hovered just out of reach... something that she desperately desired without even knowing what it was.
Feeling Irene coming alive in his arms, her throaty cries, the erotic undulating of her body against his, and the snug haven of her quim was almost more than Hugh could bear. He was the first man to touch her in this way, to teach her passion and pleasure, and he would be the only man to do so if he had anything to say about it. Their marriage might have been brokered by their parents, but he'd desired her from the very beginning and now that he had her in his arms, now that he was buried as deeply inside of her as he could go, he knew that he would never be completely sated. Irene set him on fire and he was thrilled beyond measure that she had accepted their sleeping situation because he was determined to have her in his bed every night and every morning.
Thrusting deeply into her welcoming body, he slid his hands behind her back, lifting her hips so that he could press himself into her completely. Her splayed legs wrapped around him, urging him to greater heights of effort, and he used one hand to press against her coppery mound and rub his thumb over her clit. Her response was electric.
She writhed before him, hands clutching at the pillows as she came. A hot flush spread over her face and chest, her upturned nipples puckered and bouncing as her breasts jiggled. He rubbed her little pearl hard and fast, feeling her insides spasming around him in ecstatic convulsion.
Irene had no idea what was happening to her, she only knew that she was shattering apart into a million pieces, but in a good way, in a wonderful way. Her body was bursting with sensation, her core full and tingling as her journey towards that indefinable need was finally completed and Hugh's clever fingers satisfied her completely.
Then he was on top of her again, thrusting, his weight pressing her down into the bed. Her sensitive feminine folds were ablaze with sensation, still burning from the heights of rapture that he'd brought her to, and so she continued to ripple around him as he took his pleasure in her soft wetness. A particularly hard thrust had her crying out again, her body tightening around the length of him, and she felt something inside of her throb. Holding himself completely sheathed inside of her, Hugh groaned with ecstasy as he spilled his seed, filling her womb with the frothy liquid.
For a moment his weight rested fully atop her as Irene slowly came back to her senses; crushing her, but in a way that she almost enjoyed. Never in her life had she felt so intimately connected to someone, as if she belonged there. Her arms remained around Hugh's neck as he pulled back gently, looking down at her with his stunning blue eyes and kissing her lips, her cheeks, her forehead. Warmth spread through her at the tenderness of his touch and for once the disturbing reactions he always stirred in her body were absent. She was able to just enjoy his obvious appreciation and gestures of affection, clinging to him a bit as she kissed him back.
The strangest feeling was of him slipping away from inside of her and she found herself feeling rather disappointed as he pulled his body away, disrupting their connection.
"Beautiful, Irene..." Hugh murmured, kissing her again. "You were perfect."
"Was that... was that the marriage act?" Irene asked shyly. She didn't want him to laugh at her, but she wanted to know. Hugh didn't laugh, although he certainly looked amused as he peered down at her.
"Yes sweetheart, that was the marriage act." There was a hint of laughter in his voice but it wasn't cruel laughter and it didn't feel as though he was mocking her, so Irene relaxed. Then her brow wrinkled. Hugh smoothed a finger over it. "Is something wrong?"
"It wasn't at all what I thought it would be." There had been the pain, but it had been swift and not nearly as bad as she thought, and after that there had been quite a bit of pleasure. She hadn’t been bored once.
This time he did laugh and Irene blushed. His weight shifted on top of her and a little shiver of pleasure slid through her, causing her eyes to blink rapidly. When she looked up at Hugh again he was smiling rather smugly.
"What did you think it was going to be?"
"Awful."
She said the first thing that came to her mind. Somehow this intimacy, being in his arms, made it easier for her to be herself. Especially now that she wasn't becoming dizzy or breathless or anxious just because of his presence. Plus, she wanted to make him laugh again, and he seemed to enjoy her honesty.
The shaking laugh that he gave this time vibrated through her and she smiled up at him. He was so handsome when he laughed, not quite so angelic or predatory looking, instead he looked carefree and rather boyish. Not nearly as intimidating.
"Then I am glad to defy your expectations," he said teasingly, landing another kiss on her mouth. Irene opened her lips for him, kissing him back as she was learning to do, and she felt Hugh's body rock against hers and she moaned.
He pulled away reluctantly, shaking his head. "You're going to be too sore to do that all over again, sweetheart."
"We can perform the marital act more than once?" she asked, rather shocked.
Hugh laughed again. He was not at all used to virginal pillow talk, certainly not the way Irene did it. Although her questions were quite a bit more brazen than he was accustomed to hearing from her, he rather enjoyed that she obviously felt comfortable enough with him to ask them. He was going to thoroughly enjoy educating her on the pleasures of engaging in said act.
"We can make love as many times as we wish," he informed her. "But you will be sore tonight and I want you to enjoy our couplings."
"I did enjoy it..." Irene hesitated for a moment but her natural curiosity overcame her reticence. "Is that what it's called? Making love or coupling?"
"It's called many things," Hugh said, pulling his lower body away from hers and sliding off to his side. The look of disappointment on her face had him pulling her body into his - although he would have done so anyway. To his delight she snuggled into him, her head resting on his shoulder. "Making love, coupling, bedding, fucking, sex... but we make love."
"Oh." Irene thought about it and she decided that she liked that term. Making love. The other terms didn't seem nearly as intimate or as important, and 'marital act' felt rather clinical and removed, compared to what she had just experienced.
Kissing her on her forehead, Hugh decided to let her think that over for a moment. "Stay right here sweetheart, I'm going to get a cloth to clean you up."
It was only as he pulled away and went to the washstand then that Irene realized there was a damp stickiness between her legs and that her nightrail was still hiked up around her waist. Blushing furiously she pulled the flimsy material down, although Hugh just pushed it back up again to gently wash off the fluids from her most intimate areas. Closing her eyes, Irene was too embarrassed to look at him as he did so, especially after the brief glimpse she caught of his enthralled expression. It made her feel all quivery inside all over again.
When he went back to the washstand she took the opportunity to peek at his backside. She didn't know what constituted a nice backside, but she rather thought that Hugh's must be one. It certainly looked nice to her, although she looked away quickly enough when he turned back around again. The appendage between his legs - his cock - had shrunk to a much smaller size. It hung in front of him, swaying gently as he walked.
Crawling back into bed beside her, Hugh gathered her into his arms and Irene found herself curling back against him. It felt nice to be held, to be wanted. Something about the way Hugh handled her made her feel rather cherished and she soaked up the affection the way a sponge soaked up water.
