Chapter 9
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He found her bashfulness absolutely adorable. It had been a couple days, and more and more regularly they retreated to cuddling together, finding comfort and safety in her fiance's arms, yet she wished for more closeness. Perhaps a big to feel more of those lovely feelings in a time of emotional turmoil and grief and dread.
It was he, as non-suspiciously as he could, who suggested the removal of their final articles of clothing. A slight hesitation, but ultimately she nodded. After a kiss on her forehead, he swung himself out of the bed, standing up beside it as he turned to face her. She stayed.
“Oh, just me?”
“Um... n-no... I just...”
“Ah, under the sheets?” She nodded in confirmation, followed by one from him in understanding. Repeatedly he tried to keep the thought in mind that it was not sexual, or at least that wasn't the purpose. She needs comfort, but some efforts to have sex with her, as often as that thought came to mind with all the time they spent together nearly naked. She still didn't start moving to remove her underwear, simply watching him as he gripped his own undergarments and slid them down his hairy legs. It was as though he could feel her staring as much as he could visibly see it. Her cheeks had already been a bit flush, yet they reddened even further.
“If I didn't know any better,” he began, getting back to bed, his flaccid junk flopping about slightly, “I'd think you had never seen one of these before.” She blinked a couple times, then swallowed, silence between them all the while. By the time he came to rest before her, his vision steadying on her, it may as well have been written on her face.
“You hadn't...” he muttered, and after a moment she gave a few slow nods, looking away from him. “Did you still want to, em, take it off? You don't have to.”
“N-n-no... I-I...” seeing her so taken off-guard, even though he only did as she request, it made her view her at least in the moment as less of the big, tough, former-spinster suffragette and more of the young and sexually inexperienced woman that he had engaged, as it turns out. “I will.” She reached down, her body moving, and he could sense her scooting her panties off. She then began to try and reach behind herself.
“Would you like me to help with it?” She paused, but nodded, turning around under the sheets to show her back to him. The thing holding it tightly onto her was a knot, and though they had both bathed a couple times since her mother's passing he noted that she never asked him to untie or tie it for her. Surely she couldn't do it herself, and when he had privately inquired Gerard about it he had denied being asked to assist.
“How have you been managing to put it back on after the baths?”
“I washed around it.”
“I see. You could have asked for my help.” He grasped the two ends of soft string, pulling them to undo the knot, and the fabric already began to loosen.
“Everything has been happening so quickly...” he pulled at the fabric on either side of the crisscrossing string, loosening it further. “... I didn't yet feel quite right... about letting a man undo me.”
“Well I'm here for you now.”
“It had always been mother...” his jaw clenched, he swallowed, as he watched her back bear itself to him as she pulled the bra up and over her head. The sheets were lifted up, covering her chest, and she moved to him.
“Sorry.” She shook her head lightly, bringing her body close to his. Her hips twitched back as she felt his manhood directly against her skin, even though she had felt its bulge against her several times already, both soft and hard, but skin-to-skin... still, she brought her hips forth again, against him. “Does it feel strange?”
“Well, it's not... hard... so-”
“No, I meant lying in bed naked with a man.”
“O-oh.”
“It will likely harden again by the way... possibly soon.”
“It's ok, um. Lying in bed naked with my fiance? Well, it's supposed to be quite natural, right?”
“Some find it natural, others prefer to continue wearing underwear as they sleep.” She thought on this for a while. “I suspect it might be more of a modern thing.”
“Perhaps.” She felt 'it' move slightly where it rest against her. A breath was taken in, a bit sharply.
“I can put them on again if you pref-”
“No, it's ok. I... this feels... well, it obviously feels quite... different... to me. Still, I find that... I don't know... it's like the combination of... vulnerability and... exposure? There's also, I mean... well... Declan you're not exactly a 'weak' man, nor a 'short' man by any measure.” It took time for her to find the right words, to sense her thoughts, to figure herself out and speak them articulately. “I kind of... like this.” It moved again against her. She felt her heart speeding up. “I-I... I think I like this... quite a lot.” Her arms were still at her chest, between them, but he hugged her tightly all the same.
“I do too, but a fair warning, it's going to get hard again real soon.”
“I kind of suspected such.”
“Can't exactly blame me; having a beautiful and naked woman in my arms.” He smiled down at her, though she remained at his chest. She had no smile, she had remembered his honesty at the park, telling her that he'd been with a girl. Was she not beautiful? Was she naked? Was what he said indeed true? If so, his regular arousal whenever she was in his arms held more meaning. If not, well, how could it possibly be that he still merely wished to bed her and leave? There were more efficient ways of achieving that, surely, than engagement and expensive gifts. She did her best to put the thought out of her mind, and it wasn't particularly difficult as she felt the pressure with which his manhood pressed against her, increase. He hugged her more tightly, stroking her smooth, bare back.
“Ohhh, this is so nice...” he sighed and whispered. She swallowed, and finally brought her protective arms away from her bare chest, wrapping them around him, feeling the coarse hairs of his manly chest against her sensitive and smooth one.
“Y-yeah...” she could also feel, down below, his erect rod against her thighs attempting to rise so as to stand away from his body. It was pressed up against her thighs, bent down. She swallowed again, and rose her leg a little to allow it to move as it may. An ever-so-light gasp as she felt it press up against her bare sex. Emma felt the Duke's strength as he pulled her against him, one of his hands running down to her lower back, allowing him to pull her torso to him both from up high and down low. He pulled as his prick gave quite a throb, had his hips moved at all it could very well have been a thrust motion.
“Declan...” she gave in another light gasp.
“Sorr-”
“Don't be. I just... wanted to say your name.”
“Ohhh Emma...” he breathed down to her, that low hand growing lower, coming to her rear, and this time his hips did indeed make the slightest of pulls back before he pushed forth against her. He could feel hot breath on his chest as she gasped in and sighed out.
“Oh, Declan...” faced without resistance, he freely grabbed and groped a taut, round ass cheek. Kneading it like how one of his servants might do with bread dough. He throbbed and twitched there between her thighs, up against her sex, where it quite quickly rose up between her moistened lips, snug along her slit where every twitch and movement brought pleasure to the poor girl. His prick soon glistened and glinted with her lubricating juices.
His shaft grind against her folds. A warm and juicy, what was that obscene 'cuisine' of the Americans called? A 'hotdog'? The arm her head rest upon hugged her to him, stroking her arm as he kissed her hair, though he only got time for one peck. She quickly peered up at him, looking to him hungrily, and he quickly gave her something to taste as their lips met. Slow and passionate, one kiss after another, his pushed to hers, hers pushed to his in response. More and more frequent, more and more pressure, faster and faster.
“Mmh...” he brought his hips back until only his head remained against her pussy, Mm!” Slap! Their hips impacted, the full length of him gliding along her slick slit. She moaned at his mouth as they kissed, their eyes closed, and she felt him rising, gently pushing her to her back, and though she enjoyed the pressure of her thighs pushing the cock against her she brought her right leg up to accept him. By the time he were on top of her, the left leg rest against his hip.
“D-Declan.” She gave with a degree of alarm. He was reaching down, handling himself, ready to guide it in.
“What, sweet Emma?” One of her hands rest on his cheek as she looked up to him, looking so vulnerable and exposed.
“Go... slowly. Gently.” The hand at his manhood released for a moment, coming up to cradle her own cheek as he smile down at her, his erection twitching at her wetness none the less. Her eyes closed as she nuzzled her face against his comforting hand.
“I had ever intention to do so, my love.” Her hand met his, holding it against her face, smiling softly. She felt his hips moving slightly, felt his tip moving and prodding along her sex, she clenched her jaw, eyes clamped shut as she felt that big, warm hand on her cheek. Her nervousness was clear, obvious. As the pressure of his knob mounted, pushing and pushing, her mouth opened and her eyebrows rose. A stuttered moan of discomfort and pain left her before the teeth clenched upon its initial penetration.
“A-A-AHN! HNN! HNN!” Her face left his hand as her head shot back, eyes still closed, doing her best to deal with and handle the pain. Keeping her teeth clenched, she soon opened her eyes to peer up at him as he peered tenderly down at her.
“Can you continue on?” He whispered to her, she swallowed.
“V-very... slowly.” Her legs shivered against his hips, they tensed against him as he began pushing more deeply into her, her head craned back once more, teeth clenched, eyes shut tight.
“Hnn... hnn... hnn...” she held onto the unseen man very tightly, doing her best to get past the pain. I would not be too long before the pain subsided, letting forth not just pleasure, but pleasure the likes she never knew existed.
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In the kitchen, Gerard turned his attention to the open doorway to the hall momentarily, an eyebrow raised. A brief pause. The eyebrow soon lowered as he walked with perfect posture to the door, casually closed it, and turned back to regard the preparations for the next meal once more. The grunts, moans, groans and squeaks that began to muffledly move through the halls went ignored almost entirely, save for a subtly upturned corner of lip in a cheeky, amused, perhaps even approving smirk.
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After the events of that day, the things that happened as it unfolded, she was no longer a virgin. Her mother would not have appreciated her handing it out before the actual marriage, but given how desperately she needed him, perhaps the fact they were engaged had softened the blow, not to mention how she so wanted to be a grandmother... she didn't let it weigh on her mind too much. It was difficult for anything to weigh on her mind whenever they joined like that, and in time it felt like she was growing addicted to him, as though the Duke himself was a drug, a medication.
Possibly the only day for the next few months in which she hadn't bedded with him was the day of the funeral, which was a long day indeed, one that not only hadn't ended with sobriety but indeed, feeling unable to deal with her grief nor able to fall in bed with him to properly enjoy their copulation which would have undoubtedly been ever marked with the memory of her mother's funeral, she drunk herself to sickness.
Before the funeral, however, she finally replied to one of the many letters that Janet and Denise had sent her, mostly Denise though. The short-haired brunette, though she was treated quite kindly by Emma's fiance, had been rather prickly in response. Den, on the other hand, brought a much-needed giggle to her grieving friend as she bounced right up to the Duke and gave him a big hug along with a kiss on the cheek.
“Woah-hoah-hoah! Well then...” he tugged at his jacket of his suit, seemingly airing it out as he let out a breath. “Em, if things don't work out with us you realize I'm taking your friend here, right?” Emma had attempted to give him a cold look in response, but it was impossible to properly give with the grin she could scarcely suppress.
“Awwwww...” the blonde on the other hand seemed to take it as quite a compliment. “What a sweetie. I'm taken tho-ough.” She dragged the last word on merrily as she stuck out her left hand, the fingertips pointing slightly downwards, and she proudly showed off her wedding ring. She and Emma laughed as the Duke swung his arm, giving his fingers a snap as though to say 'darn, missed my chance'. Janet crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. She didn't speak it out loud, but she suspected that his faithfulness was questionable at best.
When the grieving daughter got sick on the night after the funeral had ended, both girls were at her side, with Denise holding the poor girl's hair back.
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In the months that followed, she found solace in their wedding bed in his mansion, their mansion. Not only that but though the bed was in the room that had been his but was now theirs, it was also a new bed, a fact she had made sure of before she had even properly moved out of her previous house and into his. With his reputation, she simply couldn't get it out of her head that he likely had, not one, but several women within those very sheets, on that very mattress. Of course, he had no issue with accepting her requirements.
“Oh baby, mmm-” he took her lips hungrily, lifting her up and spinning her in their hotel room, her wedding gown waving dazzlingly behind her. “Tonight, we're not stopping until I've filled you up.” He kissed her again. “Twice.”
“Mmm-hmm-hmm...” she kissed back, laughing through her nose as she did so. “However you like, Duke...”
“Oh you little devil...”
“I don't think it'll matter where, though.” His head shot away from her so as to look at her, surprise as well as a grin on his features.
“Buggery?”
“No! I mean, you don't have to finish inside if you don't want. It could be on me, in my mouth...”
“You know how I want to be a father, Em.”
“... you might be one regardless of where you fire off.” His eyes narrowed at her confusedly. Her cheeks alight with a firm blush, a sheepish grin on her lips as her eyes darted from his eyes, hungrily to his mouth, and back. The woman's eyebrows gave a couple suggestive bounces, and that when his gaze widened in realization.
“Y'mean-?!”
“Mother Nature hasn't paid me a visit in a couple months.” The little mynx said it casually with a shrug in spite of its obviously quite heavy connotations.
“Wahooooo! Hahahaha!” Around and around he spun her, giggling away as she held onto him tightly. Not at all for security, but in absolute and unbridled elation at his enthusiastic response. “Three times! No less than three bloody times!” Thus she was flung to the King-sized bed, laughing and giggling as she bounced, peering up as he began to undo himself. She pushed herself to the bed's edge, turning sideways.
“Unzip me.” Zzzzzzzzzzzzzip.
Zzzip. “I've got yours.” She cheekily giggled.
He'd never really initiated sex before in the midst of both parties giving such great hoots of laughter.
They lived happily ever after.
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