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Just Irene, warm and wet and eager, was all he needed to be perfectly satisfied in his marital bed.
She welcomed his tongue into her mouth, her body pressing against his so that he could feel her rounded breasts flattening against his chest. Normally she wasn't quite so demonstrative right away; apparently good deeds came with rewards. Hugh wasn't going to complain.
In fact it was all he could do to keep himself from ripping off both of their clothes and having her then and there on her dressing table. But he managed the slow journey across the bedroom, leaving a trail of his clothing along the way, and allowing her to keep on her nightgown until they reached the bed. Then he stripped the garment off so that he could enjoy the dancing candlelight over her body. He was quite sure that Irene got a secret thrill out of being exposed by him and never knowing when he was going to undress her. Overcoming her reluctance, heating her body to the point where she stopped caring about propriety, was always a most enjoyable endeavor.
"Onto the bed," he ordered huskily, enjoying her hot blush as she scampered to the middle of the mattress, her hands hovering uncertainly above her body. Irene's first instinct once she was unclothed, unless he was touching her, was to cover herself again. Which, of course, only made him want her more. "Spread your legs."
"Oh Hugh..." she huffed, covering her face to hide her mortification as she let her legs fall open a few inches.
Laughing, Hugh gr
asped her by her ankles and spread them wider as she squealed in surprise. Immediately her hands came down from her face, hiding her copper-covered mound from his sight. Seeing her slim fingers laid across those coppery curls and swollen pink lips inflamed Hugh even further.
"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, covering her hand with his own and pressing her fingers into the dewy petals of her womanhood. "I've been aching to see you touch yourself."
Unsurprisingly, Irene gasped and tried to tug her hand away, but Hugh just pressed it in more firmly, watching as he forced her to massage herself. "Hugh... stop! It's... I shouldn't... it's indecent!"
"It's delightful," he countered, feeling the wetness spread between her fingers and begin to slicken his own. The head of his cock brushed against her thigh as her legs moved fitfully, trying to close and hide her private areas from his view. Not that he was having any of that. His body was firmly wedged in such a way that she wouldn't be able to close her legs unless he allowed her - and he certainly wasn't going to do that. "You have no idea how enticing you look, with your hand between your legs, touching your quim... ."
Leaning forward, he lowered his mouth to her nipple, unrelentingly pressing her fingers into her core as he sucked the taut, pink tip into his mouth. Both rosy nips were tightly budded, indicating her increased arousal as did the flowing wetness that was now coating both of their fingers. Whimpering, Irene arched her back, thrusting her breasts up towards his mouth as her hips moved convulsively.
Irene groaned as the wanton desires running rampant through her body shredded away at her self-control. While she enjoyed the fact that Hugh was always willing to show her whatever she was curious about, every time she thought that he had shown her everything he possibly could, he would surprise her with something new. He'd practically growled when he'd seen her hand stroking between her legs, even though she wasn't being given a choice about it.
She felt incredibly embarrassed about touching herself in such an indecent way, but she also recognized that Hugh truly did enjoy seeing her do so. Although sometimes she wondered if part of his enjoyment came from her shock and initial reluctance. She had to admit, some secret part of her thrilled with excitement when her husband pushed her past the boundaries she set for herself... she especially enjoyed challenging him and making him push. His impatience with her night rails always amused her, even as it aroused her, when he would endeavor to convince her to leave any kind of garment off before bed. Still, the thought of walking before him, completely and brazenly nude, took more courage that she had.
It was easier to wear the night rail, cover herself, and have Hugh show his interest, rather than exposing herself in such a way.
The wetness at her fingertips grew as Hugh continued to lavish affection on her nipples, still forcing her to stroke her folds. When he finally shifted, pulling her hand away, her sensitive lips felt swollen and hot, ready for his cock. She gasped when he pulled her hand to his mouth, deliberately sucking each of her honey soaked fingers between his lips and cleaning them with his tongue as he stared directly into her eyes. The way his tongue traveled along her slender fingers, the insistent suckling, seemed to have a direct route to her core, which blossomed with arousal at the completely decadent act.
Releasing her fingers, damp from his ministrations, he lowered his mouth to hers and shared the taste of her sweetness, her musk. The smell of her arousal filled her nose, the taste lingered in her mouth, and she moaned at the forbidden eroticism of it.
The blunt head of Hugh's cock nudged against her and she widened her legs further, welcoming him into her body. They both groaned as he pressed and slid inwards, stretching her open. The heat of her channel seared him, pulled at him, the slick wetness allowing him to easily breach the entrance of her body and fully embed himself within her.
Claiming her lips again, their tongues danced as he flexed his spine and began to thrust, slowly and steadily, as she wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs. As much as Irene might try to pull him into her, deeper, faster, he was far stronger and amused himself by taking his time, driving her completely, wantonly wild in his arms. Her nails dug in, body straining and arching beneath him, as she rocked upwards, seeking her culmination and unable to reach it as his weight held her down and forced her to his slower rhythm.
"Please Hugh... oh please...." Irene begged, her lips peppering kisses across his tensed lower jaw as he speared her with another controlled thrust. "I want... I need..."
"What? What do you need, darling?" he asked, his voice rough with the effort of retreating and then slowly sinking back into her while she pleaded with him. He had stripped away her manners, her propriety, and turned her into a creature of sensual desire... it was fast becoming his favorite pastime in fact. There was nothing more satisfying to him than making Irene wild with want, to hear her sweetly begging him for release.
"Harder... oh God... Hugh... faster!"
The entreaties flew from her lips, followed by cries of pleasure as she tightened around him, her tight walls spasming as her ecstasy peaked. Hugh groaned, his hips pounding furiously between her legs, relinquishing the reins on his self-control and let his body fly free. She was hot, wet, tight, and rippling around him as he plowed her, ravaged her, and she clutched at him as she shrieked with almost painful pleasure from the sudden rough stimulation.
When he buried himself inside of her completely, his cock swelling, he deliberately rubbed his groin against her sensitive folds in a circular motion, making her cry out and tighten as her swollen clit was caught between their bodies. Her pussy milked him, sucking as his cock until he burst inside of her, hot jets of seed spurting and filling her.
His breathing ragged, he slumped over her, listening to her soft moaning breaths as she quivered and stilled beneath him.
Once they had caught their breath and rearranged themselves to their usual sleeping position - Irene curled up against him, her soft bottom pressing against his groin - Hugh found that his thoughts didn't want to quiet. Irene's soft, even breathing showed that she'd fallen asleep easily enough, but all he could think about was his friends.
He wondered what Wesley would think of Alex's decision to reconnect with Grace. Even if it didn't happen right away, Wesley would again be the odd man out when it came to marriage. Hugh knew that Wesley had felt as though he'd grown out of touch with Hugh and Edwin, especially on the advent of their weddings, and thought he had found a kindred spirit in Alex. How would Wesley feel once he finally got his ward off his hands and returned to his usual life?
Chapter 4
Cynthia gave a start of surprise when she walked into the dining room for breakfast and found Lord Spencer seated there, reading a newspaper. The Countess rarely took breakfast outside of her own room, but Cynthia hated being cooped up in one small space for any length of time, so the staff was used to serving her breakfast downstairs. What she wasn't used to, was sharing the space.
To her further surprise, as she moved towards her seat, Lord Spencer put down his paper and got to his feet, according her the respect that she was due as a lady. She just hadn't really thought he saw her as such. How could he spank her, lecture her, and otherwise act as if he didn't think she was capable of propriety (although she certainly was, when she was in the mood to be), and then treat her like a lady over breakfast? Yesterday he'd treated her as more of a nuisance than anything else.
"Good morning," he said briskly, gesturing that she should take the seat by his side.
