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"Yes." The defiance in her voice rang with challenge.
Edwin's cock was hard as a rock as he struggled to keep his emotions on an even keel. The flashing rebellion in his wife's bright blue eyes, her saucily tilted chin, her prodding, was all designed to make him lose control and he knew it.
"Then let's test that. Strip."
His voice was hard, demanding, but he couldn't fail to see the excitement flare on her face at the command. Clenching his fists, he thought swiftly through his options. Part of him still
worried that he was going to accidentally harm her, so he would need to be careful and not allow her to divest him of all his self-control. Another part of him recognized that she must truly feel ready, since she was willing to take a punishment in order to receive his love-making as well.
As she stripped, he grabbed a horse blanket - a clean one - and tossed it over the hay, which had been stacked in the corner of the stable. The horse blanket would keep her from harming her tender skin, but it wouldn't be too comfortable either. Which was part of the punishment, of course. He wasn't going to let her take this too far.
To his surprise, she didn't even wait for his command. His gloriously nude wife swanned past him, without even the hint of a blush and bent over the hay bales, positioning herself in the center of the blanket. The creamy cheeks of her bottom beckoned to him, and between her legs he could see her glistening, pouting pink lips, framed by her damp curls. Edwin bit back a groan as his cock throbbed.
He hoped she truly was recovered, otherwise this was liable to kill him.
Tossing her blonde curls, Eleanor peeked over her shoulder at him, her seductive gaze tinged with an anxiousness that tempted him more than any mere seduction could. His palm itched.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It wasn't the hardest spanking Eleanor had ever received, nor was it the most erotic. The blows were caught somewhere between punishment and pleasure, as if Edwin couldn't quite decide what he wanted to do with her. She wriggled and moaned, occasionally crying out when he caught a particularly sensitive spot. The slow burn was building with every sharp smack, making her wag her bottom up and down.
The horse blanket rubbed against her breasts, which were so much more sensitive since she'd given birth. Eleanor had decided she wanted to use her own milk for her son, despite social conventions, and Edwin and his parents had supported her, even though her mother had tried to talk her out of it. Right now, even though Marcus had fed recently and she had no more milk at the moment, her breasts felt tightly swollen and heavy as they rubbed against the blanket. Her sensitive nipples were like cherries about to burst, abraded by the rough material in the most delicious way.
When her bottom was a nice, hot pink, Edwin stopped and slid his fingers down between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet, and Eleanor moaned as he pressed a finger inside of her, stretching her tight sheathe. He muttered a curse under his breath, his knees nearly buckling, as he felt her muscles clenching down around him. She was incredibly tight, probably because he hadn't done more than use his mouth on her in months. And that only before she'd given birth, and very rarely.
Eleanor whimpered, lifting her hips and her hot bottom, her body silently begging for more. As he undid the front of his pants with one hand, he slid a second finger inside of her, helping to stretch her inner muscles.
It felt phenomenal. She didn't care that they were in the stables, or that she'd just been spanked... she didn't even care if anyone overheard them. Edwin was finally touching her again, finally inside of her again, and feminine intuition told her that she was going to get everything she wanted. The hot, sensitive skin of her bottom protested as he turned her over, pressing her down on the bale of hay.
"I want to see your face," he murmured, pulling her legs up and pressing them against his shoulders.
His eyes flickered over her face, searching her expression for any sign of discomfort as he pressed his cock against her pussy and began to push in. Eleanor gasped, her back arching, as she bit her lip against a cry. It hurt, but she didn't want him to stop.
Seeing the discomfort on her face increasing, Edwin immediately stopped.
"Don't you dare!" Eleanor shrieked as he started to pull out. She reached up, grabbing him by his coat and holding him in place. "If you stop, I will take a crop to your backside! There’s plenty of them in here! I'm fine... just... go slowly."
"If this becomes too much, you will tell me," he said, fiercely determined to get her agreement before he started again even as he wanted to laugh at her threat. His Nell would never be the type to lie back and let him have full control, and he would never want her to be. She nodded her head, looking relieved. He had to trust her to tell him if she was in too much pain, although he was watching her closely as well.
It wasn't entirely comfortable, her muscles had been sorely abused by childbirth a few months before, but she could adjust. She could take it.
Edwin rocked his hips, moving incrementally deeper, just a tiny bit at a time. It was slow and torturous for both of them, but he held onto his control with the skin of his teeth. As much as his body wanted to plunge into her, to bury himself in her slick warmth, he kept a careful watch on her face to ensure that he wasn't going too quickly or too roughly for her.
By the time he'd worked his entire cock into her body, both of them were thinly sheened with sweat and he felt like he'd just run for miles. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her around him, of the intimate joining that they'd been missing for so long. The tight muscles rippled, massaging his cock, and she moaned again.
"Edwin... please... more..."
He started to move. Gently at first, and as he heard her gasps of slight pain turn to moans of pleasure, he thrust harder, faster. Despite the discomfort, Eleanor was so wound up, so needy, that it didn't take very long for her husband's steady thrusting to send her over the edge into screaming orgasm. She filled the stables with her cries of passion, with his name, as the pent-up dam broke and pummeled her body with waves of rapture. For just a moment, he felt regret that he’d held back for so long. As much as he’d wanted to make love to her, his need to see that she was fully recovered had been far greater. Perhaps he had taken it too far, and next time he would trust her more fully. Having her beneath him, writhing and crying out with ecstasy, he didn’t know how he’d managed to wait for so long.
Overcome by her climax, Edwin felt his cock throb and he shuddered as he pumped her full of his seed, unable to hold back any longer. He collapsed over her, leaving her legs hanging down, his hands caressing any part of her that he could reach.
"I love you..." he murmured, nuzzling against her naked breast. Replete and satisfied for the first time in months. He didn't see Eleanor's slow, sleepy smile as he repeated himself. "I love you."
******
If any of the parents noticed the squirming, blushing discomfort of the four young women at the table during dinner that night, not one of them said anything. The men noticed, of course, and exchanged knowing looks. Irene blushed whenever any of her friends looked at her, despite Grace's sympathetic look and Cynthia's unapologetic wink. Eleanor was too lost in her own haze of happiness to really squirm too much, besides Edwin had gone rather lightly on her.
Happily sitting back in his seat, Edwin could only reflect on how unexpectedly this past year had gone. He’d married the woman of his dreams. In addition, he had a son already as well. Even better, not only was he blissfully happy, but his friends had all found the right women for themselves as well. He’d found a new friend in Alex, and the man’s reconciliation with Grace made Eleanor even happier. If someone had told him that this past year would bring so many changes to his life, he would have never believed them; but he wouldn't take a single thing back about this year. Not even the frustrations that Eleanor had put him through at first.
