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"Please... Alex, I need you inside me... pleeaaa-oh!" Her entire body felt like it was throbbing as he pushed in, hard and deep, filling her completely with one almost brutal thrust.
Her inner muscles clenched and protested against the suddenness of the invasion, even as they sang with ecstasy. Alex wrapped his arms around her thighs, sliding her knees into the crooks of his elbows, spreading her legs wide as he leaned over her. She was completely open and vulnerable to him, her hands pressed against his chest, her pink pussy lips wrapped securely around his cock. They could both look down the length of their bodies and see her impaled on him, see him filling her. Grace shuddered and moaned, clenching again at the sight.
Doing his best to control his own demanding need, Alex began to thrust, slow and sensually, in and out of Grace. Because of the way he had her bent in half, she couldn't wrap her arms around him. She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, before letting them fall down beside her head, writhing in pleasure as he took his time with hard, slow thrusts. Her pussy massaged his cock, shuddering and spasming as he buried himself in her, over and over again.
He hungrily gorged on the sight of her writhing before him, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, hands reaching up to grab at the pillow as she cried out when he ground himself against her swollen pussy lips and clit. He had absolute possession and control of her body, and she trusted him with it. Reveled in it. Screamed his name as she lost herself in it.
As she writhed in orgasm, he slid his hand between her legs, pinching her clit and rubbing it between two of his fingers. Grace screamed again, tears beginning to leak down her cheeks from the overwhelming shock of ecstasy. She grabbed at his wrist as the pleasure became almost unbearable, but she couldn't stop the twisting, rubbing friction against her clit, as he pushed her over the edge into torturous rapture.
"ALEX!" She sobbed his name, her legs straining against his arms, trying to close, trying to stop the erotic assault on her senses.
When he finally released her clit, she only knew a moment's reprieve before he was pounding into her, harder than before, intent on his own pleasure. He rasped against her sensitive tissues, holding her open as he groaned her name, his balls tightening in anticipation. Grace's writhing and shuddering beneath him, her sobbing cries, had him losing all control.
The hot clasp of her pussy sucked at his cock as it swelled and began to throb, pulsing inside of her as jet after jet of his seed filled her womb. His weight rested fully on her, pushing him so deep that he felt like they were melded together, the heat of her cunt binding them together. Rocking against her, he could feel the shuddering aftershocks of her orgasm, wracking her body.
Replete, he let her legs slide down and he held her close, dropping kisses along her brow and kissing away the tears that had fallen from the intensity of her pleasure. Grace whimpered, sweetly feminine, and all his. Their limbs were tangled together as he rolled onto his side, taking her with him, unwilling to relinquish his hold on her.
He knew that this wasn't the end of their troubles. They would have to continue building their trust in each other, work on their communication with each other, and make the effort to show and share their love, but it would be worth it if he could hold Grace like this for the rest of his life.
Epilogue
The Honorable Lord Marcus Simon Villiers blinked solemnly at the faces peering over him. His rather wispy hair was a sunny golden blonde, his rosy cheeks utterly at odds with his dark serious eyes, and he pursed his lips as feminine cooing surrounded him from all sides.
"Oh isn't he just adorable?" Cynthia said, reaching down and tickling at his stomach. She frowned. "He's not ticklish?"
"No," Eleanor said, almost sadly, as she looked down at her progeny. "He's my serious little chap. A little bit too much like his father, sometimes."
As if sensing his mother's disappro
val, young Marcus gurgled and smiled, making all of the women gasp and coo again. Just like his father, he already had a devastatingly charming smile. Eleanor laughed and shook her head as Irene, Grace and Cynthia fell over themselves to tell him what a good, handsome, charming baby boy he was. She was sure that Marcus was already all too aware of his effect on the opposite sex.
He was such a good baby though, almost as if to make up for the positive horror he'd been during the pregnancy. Once he'd started to move, he'd never stopped, which had been particularly trying at night. She'd become so tired and over-stressed that Edwin had been going a bit mad trying to care for her. The labor had been difficult as well, and since then he'd treated her like breakable glass. The spankings and discipline she'd been promised at the beginning of her pregnancy, when she'd still had the energy to cause trouble, hadn't been mentioned by him once.
It was making her rather antsy. Not because she thought he would spring a spanking on her unaware, but because she had a feeling he didn't mean to spank her at all. In fact, for all they slept together in the same bed every night, he'd been remarkably reticent about being seduced, insisting that she was still recovering.
Marcus was three months old and she was quite recovered, thank you very much.
"I hope my baby is as sweet as you are," Grace cooed at baby Marcus, garnering the attention of the other three women. She looked up at them and winked.
"You're expecting?" Irene asked, looking thrilled for her.
"Yes," Grace said, looking serenely happy as she placed her hand over her stomach. Eleanor had been relieved to see the immense change in Grace and Alex's relationship by the time they'd arrived at the Manse. They were so very obviously in love; he absolutely doted on her and Grace had found her happiness again. She was nothing but smiles most of the time - although she was occasionally the recipient of a look from her husband that Eleanor recognized very well.
Apparently Alex was still disciplining his wife when he felt she needed it. Eleanor wondered what she would have to do to make Edwin realize that she still needed it as well.
"So everything turned out well between you and Alex?" Cynthia asked, watching with interest as Eleanor picked up the baby, who had started to fuss. He quieted, now that he was able to look around the room, winding a lock of his mother's hair around his chubby little hand. "You look much happier."
"I'm so much happier," Grace said, the smile on her face completely genuine. In fact, it didn't look like she could stop smiling even if she wanted to. "He says that he didn't mean what he said to my father, that he was just trying to be like my father in order to secure the deal... and he's apologized for that. We've both apologized, for the mistakes that we've made, but we're focused on the future, not the past."
"Your past lovers don't come up?" Cynthia asked.
"No," Grace said. Then she smirked. "Although, Conyngham and I are still friends, which Alex tolerates. They actually get along quite well, as long as he doesn't think about how Conyngham and I began our acquaintance."
Cynthia made a face. "I can't imagine being friends with any of Wesley's mistresses. Some of them still write him the most appalling letters."
"How do you know?" asked Irene, her eyes widening in shock.
"We read them together," Cynthia said, with a shrug of her shoulder. She snickered, glancing around the room as if to make sure that the men weren't within hearing distance, even though they had gone down to the stables almost an hour ago. The other women leaned in, knowing that whatever was making Cynthia wary to share was probably going to be deliciously shocking. "Some of them make the most salacious suggestions about what they'd like to do with him. So then I do it with him instead. It's quite fun."
