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But could she wait that long? Falling more in love with him every day, wondering, yearning. Constantly testing, because she knew deep down that she wouldn't be able to stop. She knew that if she asked he would tell her what she wanted to hear, but how could she trust such a declaration? Only a freely given one was truly dependable.
The creak of the door behind her made her jump and she covered her breasts and mound with her hands, eyes flashing up to see her husband entering their bedchamber. It wasn’t that he’d never seen her naked before of course, but she felt as though she’d been caught doing something illicit. Something private. He took two steps in and stopped, his gaze fixing upon her naked body. Color rose in her cheeks as she stared at him in the mirror, too frozen to spin around and face him.
She could see his eyes caressing her backside, her legs, her bottom, the curves of her hourglass, and the long fall of hair that obscured her shoulders from his view. Then their eyes caught in the mirror and she could see him studying her position, the way her hand couldn't entirely cover the golden hairs of her mound, the flesh of her breasts which spilled out around the press of her arm.
"I was... I was just l-looking at... at... um, myself," Eleanor stuttered, feeling dreadfully exposed at being caught.
Edwin grinned at her wickedly, pulling off his jacket as he strode forward. Unlike some of the men of the ton he didn't often wear any garments so tightly fitted that a valet was actually necessary to help adorn and remove them. Not only was Nell’s abashed face absolutely delightful, but there was a wicked excitement in catching his wife looking at her naked body. Quickly he palmed the little glass bottle that he had brought upstairs with him before dropping the garment to the floor.
Coming up behind Eleanor he met her eyes in the mirror as he wrapped one arm around her body, pulling her soft backside against the hard ridge of his groin. Gently he kissed the back of her head, smelling the flowery perfume she wore in her hair.
"I can understand, as I enjoy looking at you as well," he said, wrapping his other arm around her although his hand remained closed around the glass bottle. His free hand stroked her soft skin as he surrounded her cream and gold body with his darker one. "Especially when you look like this."
Shivering, Eleanor watched in the mirror, fascinated, as one of Edwin's arms banded around her waist and the other explored her with gentle fingers. She'd never been able to watch from this angle before, see his hand as it cupped her breast and pinched at the pink nipple. Next to him she looked so soft and pale, so small, as if his entire body was encompassing her. When his hand slid further down and pushed hers aside so that he could push his fingers through the golden curls at her mound and into the slick wetness below, she gasped and averted her gaze as she blushed.
Their eyes caught again, holding, as he slid two fingers into her wet heat, rubbing over the excited bud of her clitoris, and she moaned with the exquisite intimacy of it. The vulnerability. The hot need in Edwin's eyes as he watched her.
With an exertion of his willpower that almost felt like a physical wrench, Edwin pulled himself away. As much as he wanted to make love to his wife in front of the mirror - and made a note to himself to make that possible sometime - he had come up here with a plan. Also a reward for her for her recent good behavior.
"Go lie on the bed on your stomach, sweetheart," Edwin murmured into her ear, giving her a gentle push on her bottom to send her in the right direction.
Eleanor hesitated and then mentally shrugged and headed for the bed. Part of her had liked watching her
self and Edwin in the mirror, another part of her just wanted to automatically dig in her feet about any order he gave no matter how innocuous, and the last part - which won - was curious about what he was going to do. Their nights were lessons in passion, in which she learned more about the male body than she'd ever considered possible, all the while Edwin learned new ways to pleasure her.
Lying on her stomach on the bed, Eleanor could hear the rustle of clothing as Edwin finished undressing himself, tossing the clothing negligently on the floor. She rolled her eyes. Before she'd become his wife she'd always thought that Edwin must be a bit of a clothes horse, a demanding aristocrat who was always up to date on the latest fashions. It couldn't be further from the truth; she was quite sure that without Johnson, his fussy and demanding valet, Edwin would go out of the house looking like he didn't care at all. He relied entirely on Johnson for sartorial and fashionable matters (other than colors which he was quite vehement about, having no desire to be seen as a dandy), although now Johnson constantly conferred with her as well because he wished to have the mistress' opinion. As far as she could tell, Edwin didn't have one and he treated his garments with reckless indifference, causing Johnson to constantly wring his hands even as he set matters to right.
She often wondered if Edwin would even notice if Johnson dressed him as a dandy.
The bed dipped beside her and she turned her head to see the gloriously naked body of her husband. Immediately her body hummed with anticipation and she turned her head back around, lest he catch a glimpse of the yearning emotion in her eyes. In bed was the only place she truly felt safe showing him how much she loved him, meeting passion with passion, but only in the heat of the moment when he was as intensely involved as her.
Dripping some of the oil onto his hands, Edwin rubbed them together, smiling at the slickness it produced and then placed his oiled hands onto his wife's shoulders and began to rub in the way that Wesley had showed him. Wesley had used one of his amours for the demonstration, although of course he'd had her keep her clothing on while Edwin was in the room and hadn't used the oils, but he'd gotten the general idea.
"Ohh..." Eleanor's muscles tensed under his hands and then relaxed as his fingers pressed into her flesh. She groaned as he began kneading her shoulders and upper back, smoothing the oils over her skin so that his hands slipped and slid easily without catching or pulling on her flesh. "What is that?"
"Part of our wedding gift from Wesley," he said, marveling at how she softened beneath his hands. Very similar to the way she practically went boneless after a particularly intense climax. "He says these oils are used often in the East for medicinal and pleasurable purposes."
"Remind me to thank him," she murmured, closing her eyes and relaxing into the delightful sensations of Edwin's hands massaging her. Little knots of tension seemed to pop and release beneath his fingers, a feeling of wonderful lassitude spreading through her limbs as he began to work his way down her back.
It would be so easy to fall asleep... except that little curdle of excitement that occurred whenever Edwin touched her.
Dripping more oil onto Eleanor's back, he admired the way her ivory skin gleamed in the candlelight. The oils slowly sank into her skin, necessitating him adding more to his hands and her flesh, but it continued to show as a glowing sheen. He smiled as he listened to her heartfelt groans and sighs of pleasure, his cock rising as it recognized the sounds that he often heard from her in this bed, albeit for a very different reason.
Deciding to prolong their enjoyment, Edwin worked his way down her legs and her arms until Eleanor literally felt as limp as a boned fish. She was lost in a misty haze of relaxation and bliss, aware of Edwin's hands on her and yet feeling almost completely disassociated from them. It felt wonderful. The kind of care and pampering that he was showing her made her feel as warm inside as she was outside; surely a man wouldn't do something like this, take his time the way Edwin was, unless it meant something? As far as she could see there was no return benefit for him. Of course these weren't concrete thoughts moving through her mind, more like fuzzy concepts; she was too far gone in her blissed out stated to be able to focus on anything.
By the time he finished rubbing oils all over his wife's back and limbs, Edwin was in such a keen state of arousal that he seriously considered just oiling his hand and thrusting his cock through the slick surface to spill out all over her... but then he wondered what it would be like to make love to his wife when she was in such a submissively boneless state. It wasn't often that he could describe Eleanor as anything like submissive. Gripping her hips, he pulled her up so that she was kneeling before him, her body folded over her knees. She made a faint noise of protest until she realized that he wasn't expecting her to move or do anything but lay how he had just placed her.
With her arms trailing before her, her body curled up, she looked like a heathen at prayer. Edwin grinned. He certainly planned on making her cry out to a deity.
Lining up his hard cock with her entrance he pushed upwards and in. Since the massage hadn't been entirely erotic she was wet but not overly so, making him work to fit his cock into her body. They both moaned - Edwin with relief as he sank into her and Eleanor with strange pleasure as she stretched to accommodate him, her sense still feeling as though they were scattered all about her. He had to move himself back and forth, thrusting a little deeper each time, to fully embed himself inside of her, the wetness of her tunnel growing as he slid his hands around to the unoiled front of her body and cupped her breasts.
With his oil-slick hands it was a completely different sensation as he pinched and rubbed at her nipples, one that made her insides tighten around him as the pleasure lanced through her. Her nipples were hardened to little points which he squeezed, but the oil made them pop out of his fingers and then he'd reach for them again. The constant renewing and relieving of pressure on her aching buds had Eleanor crying out, she would have writhed if she had more control over her muscles, but relaxed state of her body made it almost impossible for her to do more than raise her hips slightly to meet Edwin's hard thrusts.
Feeling Eleanor so passive beneath him was an unusual experience for Edwin, and while he definitely preferred her active involvement, he had to admit that there was something immensely stirring about her lying so still beneath him as she moaned and shuddered. It allowed him complete control over her body, it was almost as good as if he'd tied her in place because she didn't seem to be able to move very much, allowing him to ravish her as he desired.
Sliding one hand down between her legs, he managed to wedge it into her tight crevice and rub her little pearl of pleasure between two slick fingers. Eleanor cried out as her orgasm caught her almost by surprise, boiling outwards from Edwin's clever fingers as his cock dragged over a spot deep inside of her that sent her reeling. She tightened around him as his thrusts came hard and fast, pummeling her pliable body until she felt him burst within her. The convulsing muscles of her tunnel rippled, milking him dry of his seed as he groaned and rocked, squeezing her breast so tightly that the slippery mound popped out of his hand.
For the first time, Eleanor lay completely passively as Edwin cleaned them both up, rubbing her down to remove the excess oil from her body as she smiled sleepily up at him.
