“No, I like this.” Her voice was full of sleepy contentment. “Me and you. Is this how it should be?” she asked as she moved her legs from the covers to grip his legs. “Will it be like this?”
To Fraser in his after sex glow of well being she sounded unsure, and he worried she might not have enjoyed herself. Just because he brought her to what he had assumed was a climax to take great pleasure in; did it mean he was correct? Perhaps she hadn’t relished it all as he did. Those sighs, moans, gasps, and shudders were of disgust not delight? His skin crawled. Could he have been so wrong? He wondered how to ask her.
In words, you haven’t been struck dumb, however overwhelmed you feel.
“Do you want it to be?” he asked cautiously. “And how
did
you feel?”
She lifted her head up a few inches, and once more the golden flecks in her green eyes glistened in the flickering candlelight. Her face, with its soft glow and a smile of the cat who had the cream, enchanted him once more, and he realized he was hungry for her again. He hoped she was as enthralled as he.
“I feel magnificent.” She lifted her arms from his shoulders to stretch high in the air. He missed her touch more acutely than he could have imagined, especially as her legs still held him captive. “Like the sea has caught me and tossed me into the waves, with grains of sand bombarding my skin, abrading my nerve ends in the most arousing way possible.” She stopped and he watched the skin of her throat ripple as she swallowed in a nervous way. “Should I not feel so much? John told me it was my position to let you have release however you want, but a lady need not trouble herself with anything else. Why not? He said you would not expect a response from me; indeed it would be unladylike to do so. Well I’m sorry, it seems I am no lady. How anyone could not get such amazing tingles and heat is beyond comprehension. And I have decided I like them,” she ended on a defiant note, and licked her lips.
Fraser made up his mind. “John has a lot to answer for,” he said. “But it will wait, for I have a desperate need to fuck you once more.”
Her breathy giggle showed him she wasn’t offended by his bluntness, just the opposite. “Oh good, you mean there is more?” She wriggled her shoulders and the globes of her breast moved, and her nipples stroked his chest. Fraser bent his head to use his tongue to trace the outline of her lips.
“Much more, and I’m about to continue your journey of discovery. Let me roll over. Hold on tight”
She looked at him with a question in her eyes, but did as he asked. Fraser circled her with his arms and in one swift moved rolled to put her on top of him.
“Kneel either side of me. Lower your quim over my cock.” Already his prick was hard. It was amazing how swift he could recuperate with the right person.
Her eyes widened, but Flora did as he asked. “What now?”
It was perhaps too soon to expect her to guide him inside her, so Fraser held his staff upright.
“Now let me fill you. Move down onto me… ah yes, like that.” She had edged over him, and drew the first inch of his cock inside her. Her juices slicked his heated skin, her muscles clenched around him, and he gripped her waist. “Take all of me. Ride me as I taught you to ride your horse when you were younger.”
“As a hoyden?” she asked as she edged downward until he was sheathed from tip to balls inside her warmth.
He laughed. “If you like. Ride me as if you are galloping across the fields.”
“Hmm, let me see.” She tucked her head to one side. “I need to hold on or I may fall.” She smiled; a slow sultry reshaping of her lips, which made his bollocks tighten and his body sing. “I know.” Flora took hold of his nipples and rubbed them between thumb and forefinger. “The perfect rein.” She raised her body up an inch and slid down to take him fully once more. As she set the pace, Fraser matched her efforts. Their bodies moved in unison, and he mimicked her touch with his hands on her breasts. Her breath came in tiny erotic pants, as she flung her head back. Fraser’s cock throbbed as his arousal gathered.
“I need...” Her skin was slicked with perspiration, and he could see the fine hairs on her arms standing up. “Oh Fraser, I have to...”
“Come now,” he answered as his body began to shake. “Now, Flora, for the love of God, now.” How he held back until she shuddered and sobbed his name he had no idea. Not until she gripped him in a frenzied rhythm and her climax flowed over him, did he allow himself to come. Then he rode the maelstrom, let it crash over him and through him, and spilled until he was empty. Happy, sated, and spent.
Chapter Seven
Flora slumped on top of Fraser and wondered what on earth occurred. She felt as if she’d indeed ridden like the wild undisciplined child people often called her. It was true she spent her early years unfettered and carefree—that was until John pulled her up and sent her to school. Even there her reputation spoke of high spirits. Why on earth her brother and Fraser assumed she would accept a mundane marriage she had no idea.
As her ragged breathing slowed, she was conscious of Fraser’s irregular heartbeat beneath her cheek. Her skin was super sensitive, and the hairs of his chest tickled her face and neck. She wriggled, and his softening cock slid out of her with a tiny
plop.
Flora moaned with regret and he laughed. It rumbled through him and gave her tingles of subdued pleasure. She was so content if she were a cat she would have purred.
“I regret that withdrawal.” Fraser stroked her hair back off her face. “I am but a mere human and need time to regroup.” He continued the soft touch on her hair, and then moved to her back where he scribed gentle circles. “That, my love, is why we have to marry.”
It was an effort, but Flora looked up at him. His grey eyes were clear, his expression somber, and his skin still flushed with the effects of their lovemaking.
“Because you withdrew?”
“Or perhaps because I did not, and even now you could be with child. No not that, because of how we make each other feel. I’m assuming you experienced as much as I? Soared to the clouds and beyond? Never before, Flora, have I failed to withdraw, never almost take my pleasure before my partner. You make me forget everything except the feel of you around me, of taking me deep into you and showing me what lovemaking means.”
His words created a frisson of pleasure, and her heart raced. Dare she believe he wanted more than an acquiescent wife? Before she had a chance to ask, Fraser lifted her to one side and moved off the bed. She felt the loss of his closeness, as if someone had doused the fire and opened all the windows in winter, and she shivered. Fraser lifted a cover from where it had fallen onto the floor and put it over her.
“I’m going to rekindle the coals, then get water and a cloth to minister to you. It may not be hot water, but I hope it will be acceptable, and enough to make you feel less sticky. My seed is strong I hope, but even so we both came so splendidly, the evidence is on both of us to see and feel.” He gestured to the telltale trail across his thigh.
She blushed, and felt heat rush over her. Would she ever get used to such frank speech?
If it means he wants us to behave like this, I will not only get used to it, I will speak like it as well.
“Fraser, I can wash myself.” Flora used her elbows to sit up. He looked over his shoulder from where he knelt by the grate.
“Of course, but it would be my pleasure to tend to you. Wait one moment.” As the flames licked over the coals he stood gracefully and walked into the room next door. It was only a few seconds before he came back with washcloth and towel.
“You see, Flora, I was told by your brother you would be a dutiful wife, and neither want nor expect more. When I asked, you seemed to agree it was what you would be, and accept that was all that I wanted.” He began to stroke the cloth over her thighs. “Who was I to query it? I was disappointed, because I couldn’t believe the feisty young girl who asked me to wait for her would become so conventional. However, I had hoped that once we married I might be able to change her mind. Then you changed, and once more I saw the Flora I fell in love with.”
She gasped. Not just with those welcome words, but because he’d moved his hand and was now using the flannel to stroke her quim.
“Ah...” She had no chance of speaking coherently while his little finger pushed inside her and he used the cloth to tease her so effectively.
“You like this.” He spoke without a hint of query. “How about this?” He moved the cloth and bent his head. As his lips reached her nub and circled it Flora’s skin stung with arousal and fierce waves of heat began to attack. When his tongue dipped into her channel and licked like the movements of his cock not that long before, she shuddered with pleasure.
Goodness, I’m ready to feel everything again
. It was the last coherent thought she had before the flames engulfed her and she shouted her completion. Still Fraser gave her no respite. Even as his tongue probed and his lips sucked, he used his clever fingers to pinch and sooth her hard nipples.
The world became a kaleidoscope of color. Nothing stood still as everything else other than the feel of him on her disappeared from her world and she let her climax overwhelm her.
“E...enough,” Flora managed to gasp, as time after time she shuddered and soared. “I can’t...” What she had no idea, but it seemed Fraser did. He moved his lips away and gave her quim a soft kiss.
“You can and you do,” he said softly. “Complete me. To see you fall apart for me, for us, is so much more than I could ever have hoped for. What say you?”
“Ask me when I can put more than two words together.”
His breath feathered across her cheek as he laughed. “Then just nod. Will you marry me, Flora? Complete me as my wife and my lover. Be the mother of our children and the mistress of Kilfron? Let us live our lives as we want to, not as others think we aught? I have no idea what maggot was in John’s brain, but thankfully my love had other ideas. So?”
Flora had never seen such a mixture of love and doubt mixed together in one expression. “Well,” she began and put her finger over her lips in a thinking gesture. His eyes darkened, and he nipped the soft flesh at the top of her leg.
“Flora,” he said in a pseudo-menacing voice. “I am a patient man, but unless you want me to put you over my lap and spank that delectable arse, I suggest you answer me. Arousing as that scenario is, I’m not sure if you’re ready for it yet.”
She gasped and did her best to ignore the trickle of excitement his words gave her. “Yes,” she said simply. “Yes, I will marry you, as long as it’s a case of whither thou go,” she paused. “Except to fisticuffs, Tattershalls, and Jackson’s Salon.”
He grinned. “Except there. We’ll be known as eccentrics if you like? The strange Kilfrons. You know they
like
each other’s company.” He made a passible attempt of a tonnish lady’s voice. “We’ll confound them, my love, and just be us.”
It sounded perfect. Sometime soon, Flora mused she’d find out what John had been trying to do. First though, she’d return a little of the loving Fraser had bestowed on her. She pushed him flat onto the mattress and dipped her head.
“I’ve often wondered what this tastes like.” She took his cock into her mouth and licked. His groan reverberated through her, and she palmed his bollocks to feel them harden at her touch. Emboldened, Flora let her teeth graze the side of Fraser’s hard shaft, and set up a rhythm of tugs and sucks. He tasted of saltiness and Fraser. His scent surrounded her and Flora knew in that moment, she was where she wanted to be. His cock swelled and with a shout he shuddered as his seed filled her mouth.
It tasted of heaven.
Epilogue
Molly broke the seal on the envelope and took out the elegantly engraved card it contained, then she grinned and did a very unladylike jig around the room.
Lord and Lady Kilfron are happy to announce they were married in Kilfron Kirk on the first of the month. They will celebrate this occasion at Kilfron House in Ebberly Street on the 23rd with a grand ball, to which you are cordially invited.
Underneath the RSVP a few words were written in a different hand.
Thank you. We are both indebted and will be pleased to help you help anyone else. Please come x
She put the card down with a sigh. Of course she couldn’t go, there were too many people who remembered her as Ashley’s mistress, and therefore persona non grata. However, how nice to know her first pupil’s tuition was a success.
There was a knock at the door, and her major domo entered.
“There is a young lady to see you, madam. She won’t give her name.”
Molly smiled. That sounded promising. “Show her in.”
Biography
A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.