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Chapter 18

The act of mating can be enjoyable for both sexes. There is far more stimulation of the body for both male and females than has ever been discussed in scientific investigations previously. The actions of the female need not remain passive during mating, nor does she function solely as a vessel to perpetuate the male's bloodline. The art and act of mating can be a deeply satisfying encounter for both partners involved...

Elise paused to pull the loose bedsheet up around her body. She sat at the small writing desk in the bedchamber of the cottage Prospero had rented for them. Squinting in the dim candlelight, she analyzed the hastily scribbled notes she'd made the night before. It was a little after four in the morning, but she couldn't wait to put her thoughts down after what she'd experienced on her wedding night.

Prospero lay sleeping, naked save for a blanket half draped over his lower back, buttocks, and upper thighs. He was so warm that he needed few blankets to sleep in at night, something that also fascinated Elise. She always seemed colder at night, and sharing his heat was very satisfying, among other things. Perhaps this natural difference in temperature between males and females was meant to encourage females to get close to males? He had roused her twice throughout the night with coaxing touches and exploring fingers before he slid into her and rode her until they both cried out in pleasure.

With a grin at how her body heated at the mere memory, she turned back to her paper.

A fair-to-excellent-performing male will find the tender and sensitive places with his mouth or hands and use those places to quicken the female's desire. Such dedication to the act of lovemaking and to the female's enjoyment of the act has a lasting effect on how the female feels toward the male. It's natural to presume it creates a preference for this male above others. This further deepens the bond between the male and female and can emphasize the desire to remain loyal to each other, and thus increases the chances that the female will desire to bear offspring with a male who can be relied upon for support and affection. These observations are limited to the author's specific and at the moment limited experiences, but with further investigation via herself and through discussions and research with other females on the matter, this author will refine her observations and conclusions.

Elise bit her bottom lip as she thought over the multitude of changes she had gone through in the last week. She had done two things she'd never planned on: having sex and getting married. She found that both were pleasing to her and prayed that would not change. She felt wonderful, but the idea that Prospero might lose interest in her left a bleak hollow feeling inside her chest. He had vowed to be true to her, but only time would prove if that was true. She had to be brave and face her future with him with a positive outlook.

Prospero's sleep-roughened voice came from the bed. "You're up early, darling. Are you all right?"

Elise turned in her chair. "Yes, I woke up with some observations rumbling around my mind and had to put them down on paper."

"Care to share them?" He rolled onto his back and folded his arms behind his head as he watched her in an attractive, leonine way that made her nipples pebble, especially when she noticed that he was already aroused.

Her gaze trailed down his body. "Not yet. But I would like you to tell me how I can reciprocate what you did to me when you kissed me between my legs. You mentioned that a woman could do something similar to a man? I assume that I have some way to engage your cock so that... well... so that you will be as excited as I become when you..." Lord, it was embarrassing talking so honestly to him. She'd never been that shy about sex, but it had never been so personal before because she'd never been speaking to a lover before.

"When I taste your honeypot?" he teased. A gleam lit his blue eyes. "Well come over here, little naturalist, and I will show you." He patted the bed, and Elise abandoned her notes and came to him, her body already humming. She crawled onto the bed, the bedsheet still wrapped around her.

"Let the tutoring begin," he said in a teasing tone as he pulled the sheet away, forcing her to let go of it. It pooled around her waist and bared her breasts to him.

"Now the first thing you should know is that all men can be driven speechless at the sight of a woman's breasts. Any shape, any size, it matters little. We love them all. A woman's breasts are powerful tools to use against us." As he spoke, he reached out to cup one of her breasts, then rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She shifted restlessly, and a soft sigh escaped her as she watched his eyes dilate. When he dropped his hand, there was a flash of disappointment in her. But she processed his words. Men could be driven speechless?

Elise snorted. "I find them to be quite frustrating. They are heavy, and when they are put in a corset, they can be shoved up into one's face. And when I sleep on my side, they press together in the most irritating way."

Her husband winked at her. "To you they must be irksome. But men are endlessly fascinated and obsessed with them. When you want my attention, wife, you have but to reveal these beauties"—he gestured at her breasts—"and I will fall at your feet, waiting for your next command."

"Is that so?" Elise glanced down at her breasts, frowning. What on earth could he find so desirable about them?

As if sensing her puzzlement, he nodded at his lap. "Come here and straddle me," he said with a sly grin. She abandoned the bedsheet around her body and crawled over, settling her knees on either side of his hips, her bare mound rubbing against his cock through the thin counterpane of the bed that separated their bodies.

"Now offer your breasts to me," Prospero said.

"Offer my...?"

"Yes." The word was spoken so wickedly that the wanton creature inside of her purred in response. Her breasts felt suddenly heavy in a way that only seemed to happen when Prospero was focused on them.

She leaned forward, cupping her breasts with her palms from beneath so that they were raised like offerings to him. Her nipples were hard peaks, eager to feel his lips.

He leaned forward, hands cradling her back as he bent and took one nipple between his lips and sucked. The explosion of sensations made her gasp, and she clenched her thighs around him as she rocked forward, eager to get closer. She pressed her breast against his mouth, moaning as he kneaded it with his hand while continuing to suck. An intense pang of pleasure at the entrance of her body was followed by an embarrassing flood of wet heat between her legs.

Prospero moved his mouth to the other breast, nuzzling the second peak before nipping it with his teeth, making her shriek. She had discovered that a hint of pain, such as a love bite or a light spank on her bottom, made her explode that much harder when a climax roared through her. And her new husband was well aware of this fact. He nibbled on her breasts before licking them and sucking again until she could stand no more.

"Now, ready to torture me, minx?" he asked.

It took her a moment to comprehend his words through the hazy fog of her own need.

"What?"

He laughed. "Ah, what an innocent little creature you are. Scoot down a bit." He urged her back and tossed the counterpane aside to reveal his lower body and his impressive erection. He gripped his shaft, curling his fingers around it and moving his hand up and down.

"You can do this with your hand, but it's even better with your mouth."

"My mouth?" Elise stared at his cock. "It won't fit. You would choke me."

Again, her husband laughed. "Not all the way, love, just as much as you can take comfortably. You can use your hand to hold the rest of me."

She moved back down his body, bending over him as she knelt on her hands and knees. Her breasts dangled down, and Prospero reached out and cupped one, pinching a nipple lightly and sending a fresh zing through her.

"Now, open your mouth and explore me," Prospero encouraged. Heat scorched her as their gazes met. She opened her lips and flicked her tongue against the head of his cock.

His hand on her breast tightened and his teeth sank into his lower lip as he nodded for her to continue. She licked again, then hesitantly gripped the base of his shaft with one hand. She opened her mouth wide as she lowered her head over his cock and sucked.

He hissed out a breath and gave a gravelly growl. "God, yes, darling, like that."

She eagerly bobbed her head up and down. She was quick to see why he must like this, because it simulated the carnal act far more exactly than merely using her hand. And the degree of control she had opened up many new possibilities for arousing him and herself.

Interesting...

"You amaze me, wife. You can drive me mad even while lost in thought," Prospero said.

Elise giggled, her mouth still around his cock. He started to laugh until she sucked again, and his laugh dissolved into another groan. He abandoned his hold on her breast and threaded his fingers into her hair.

This form of sensual torture was going to be her favorite way of teasing him. She moved slower, faster, used her tongue more, and even tried to take more of him once she felt confident enough. Then she sucked harder, moving at a steady rhythm, and suddenly he was trying to warn her.

"Love, please, I'm going to?—"

She tasted something salty, and she swallowed in surprise as he released his seed into her mouth.

"Tell me I didn't frighten you," he groaned. "I didn't mean to do that."

She took a moment to slide her lips off him and swallowed again, then grinned.

"You always stay between my legs when I come apart with pleasure. Why can't I do the same to you?"

"Well... I suppose you have me there. I feel bloody primeval for enjoying it so much." He looked somewhat troubled, but she wasn't. She'd liked what she'd done, liked that he'd been out of control.

She moved up to straddle him, her body still seeking its own release, but she had learned that a man needed time to recover between acts of coitus. She settled on his lap, his cock rubbing against her wet center as he pulled her head down toward his for a kiss.

Their mouths met in a slow, lingering caress, tongues exploring with heavy need. She squirmed on his lap, and he lightly swatted her backside. She whimpered, and he cupped her bottom, his large, strong hands holding her in an almost bruising grip. She wasn't sure how long they kissed, their bodies fused together, before, without warning, he toppled her back on the bed and she found herself flipped over onto her hands and knees.

"Ready for a hard ride, love?" he asked in a dark growl that sent wild shivers through her. She nodded.

He knelt behind her, his cock nudging at her entrance, and he gripped her left hip and rammed in almost brutally. This sudden invasion, when she was so wet, so ready, was glorious. She cried out, clutching the bedsheets in her fists as he began to hammer into her. His hips smacked against her backside again and again, his cock stretching her and filling her until she couldn't think, but could only feel him everywhere around her. She pushed back against him and lowered her head onto her hands against the bed.

"Yes," Prospero grunted harshly. "That's it." He dug his hands into her hips, smacking against her so hard the bed creaked in protest. He fisted a hand in her hair, pulling on the strands to make her arch her body, and her entire being simply came apart.

Waves of color crashed across her half-closed eyes. A tremor rolled through her, so violent that her legs quaked. Her inner walls spasmed and desperately tried to hold his cock inside her, but he continued to pound her relentlessly, driving her mad because her sensitive flesh couldn't take any more.

Elise screamed Prospero's name as he drove in three more times, and then his own shout of pleasure joined hers. She collapsed beneath him on the bed, her body no longer able to hold her up, and he followed her down. He lay atop her prone body, bracing himself on his forearms. He thrust into her more gently now, his hips twitching. She reached behind her to touch him, needing to feel the way his body trembled as it matched her own. She dug her fingers into his hip, holding on to him, and he shuddered and let out a ragged breath against her neck. The weight of his body, his cock still inside her, the wet heat filling her in such a sinful way as they both caught their breath was... it was simply beyond imagining. She'd never thought she would want or need this—or him—so much. But she did.

"My God," he breathed before he planted soft kisses on her shoulder. "I think you nearly killed me."

She felt like she was drunk on whiskey and couldn't stop smiling. A frisson of faint fear still trilled inside her, warning her that this, the connection between her and Prospero, would fade someday. But she pushed that fear away, not wanting to miss a single moment with him.

"You are incredible, wife." The word wife had become an endearment he used for her, rather than a term for her place beneath him. When he said wife, it meant she was his partner, his woman, his lover, his everything. This man was as fascinated by her as she was by him. She could feel it in every kiss, every touch, every lingering look.

And she felt the same. How could she not? Prospero allowed her to be herself, allowed her to explore and learn this new world of physical pleasure on her terms. Most of society told women that such pleasures were only for men and that a lady's wifely duty was to suffer a man's touch while receiving none of her own. What a lie they'd been told all these years. The thought broke her heart. She had to find a way to change that perception.

"Well, was your experience of mating everything you hoped it would be?" Prospero asked as he withdrew from her and then rolled their bodies so they lay beside each other in the bed. He pulled the sheets up over them, tucking his arm around her waist, holding her cocooned against him.

"I had so little hopes, given what other women over the last few years had told me in whispers about how this would feel. I was told to lie back and do nothing and that there was to be no true enjoyment from the act, not if I was to remain a lady."

Prospero rolled his eyes and chuckled. "What nonsense. Women should lie back and be worshiped by men. But few men seem to realize what wonderful creatures women are. That they are bright, empathetic, brave, and far stronger than most men in all the ways that matter."

The honest truth in his words had her heart fluttering wildly. Perhaps all those years in Paris as a companion to women had given him insight into the true nature of women. For that, she was infinitely grateful, because he would always see her as a real creature, not a shadow meant to stand behind him.

"Could you ever imagine a world where women have all the same rights as men?" she asked. She'd tried to envision that future so often, but it always seemed out of reach. For her, there was only the struggle.

He brushed the back of his hand over her cheeks. "I can, but it will take a hard fight for women to achieve it. The only value most men believe in is power. The last thing most of them will desire is to relinquish any of it. 'Tis a pity. After meeting women like you and your friends, I suspect the world is far dimmer because you are prevented from shining. If you were to have the same education, the same ability to apply yourselves to the world, wouldn't it be far better for everyone? I believe by treating you mentally and physically the same as a man would children, men have in fact limited their own successes." Prospero frowned, deeply troubled by his own words. "Nothing was ever gained for humanity by holding others back or enslaving them to a half-life."

"You truly believe that women are capable of doing all that men can do? I once had a man tell me that when my menstrual flow begins, I become useless because no blood flows to my brain; therefore, I cannot be expected to think rationally."

Anger flashed in his eyes. "I damned well hope you gave him a good retort, or at the least a good kick between the legs. The blackguard deserves nothing less." She wanted to cuddle closer and kiss his face all over for his beautiful rage on her behalf.

Elise chuckled. "I explained to him that if such was the case, men's minds must be worse off because their penises require a steady flow of blood in order to become erect, and given how often men sleep with women, men must be constantly useless, instead of simply few days a month." She peeped up at him, grinning wickedly.

Her husband's laugh shook the room, and he wiped tears from his eyes as he reigned in his control. "My God, I adore you."

He rolled on top of her again and kissed her until they were both blissfully useless.

* * *

Prospero slipped out of bed and pulled on his trousers, then leaned over to kiss his wife's cheek. She slept soundly on, unaware of his study of her beautiful form. Her curves were on full display, with the sheet barely covering her hip and one adorable leg. Her blonde hair was in wild tumbles around her face, and her long lashes fanned out over her cheeks. He wanted to stare at her forever, but his stomach grumbled, demanding a different sort of satisfaction. Smiling, he slipped downstairs to the kitchen and startled the cook, who was rolling some dough on a flat wooden surface.

"My lord!" the woman gasped.

"Pardon me, Mrs. Godwin. Could I trouble you for a tray of cold cuts and perhaps some fruit?" It was half past four in the morning, but he was hungry. He had developed an appetite from all the bedroom activity with Elise, and that only made him grin again.

"Of course." Mrs. Godwin abandoned the bread dough, set her rolling pin aside, and filled a tray with an assortment of meats, cheeses, and fruits. She also found him a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Thank you kindly." He bussed a kiss on the woman's cheek and then carried the tray back upstairs. He met Mary outside the door to the bedchamber. She'd risen early to see to the washing, given the cloth bundled up in her arms.

Mary's eyes lit with amusement to see him only half-dressed. "You're up early, my lord."

He greeted her with a bashful grin. "Mary." He would have to get used to his wife's maid seeing him in a state of undress.

"How is she? My child?" the lady's maid asked with a hint of concern. "She never knew about men before you. Not in a romantic way, I mean."

He gave her a soft smile. "Do not worry, she is well. And she has mastered me like she has everything else in her life. That woman owns my soul, Mary. Rest assured I am hers to command, and I worship her."

Mary's eyes widened at his words. "I knew you would be good for her. I said that the moment I saw her fluttering about to get dressed for that first dinner. She was finally excited about something besides beetles and fossils."

Prospero chuckled. "Well, I hope she never loses her excitement for those things, or anything else she enjoys. She has a remarkable mind, and I won't allow it to go to waste."

Mary patted his cheek as though he were a young lad and then shooed him back into the bedchamber before closing the door behind him.

He approached the bed and gave Elise's shoulder a gentle nudge. She raised her head and blinked owlishly in the candlelight.

"Have a bit of food before going back to sleep, darling." He set the tray down and then joined her on the bed.

She brushed the hair out of her face and pushed it over one shoulder. "What time is it?"

"I'd say close to half past four. We have a few hours yet before we should rise." He plucked a grape from the stem and offered it to her. She took it from him with her lips, seeming not to notice as she let him feed her.

She nestled closer to him. "I was thinking we could go to Culver Down. There's a lovely beach there, and we could scout the cliffs for a chance to find some fossils," she suggested as accepted another grape from him. He listened to her between adorable mouthfuls of fruit, about what she knew of the cliffs and their hidden mysteries. Prospero continued to feed her as he listened to her, and when she glanced down at the empty plate, she blushed.

"I ate too much."

"Nonsense," he said. "You need food to keep up with me in bed." He winked and won a blushing grin from her.

"Well, there is a certain sense to that. A female in the midst of frenzied mating should eat to sustain her energy levels."

He growled playfully as he pushed the tray out of the way. "Frenzied mating, hmm? I do like the sound of that."

She giggled as he pounced on her and tickled her stomach, then pinned her beneath him on the bed.

* * *

Mary carried her load of linens down the hall and paused as she heard low voices coming from the bedchamber of the little cottage. It was an even mix of male chuckling and Elise's giggling laugh. A laugh Mary had not heard since her mistress was a young girl.

Yes, Lord March was the right man for her darling charge. He had shown Elise that being a woman and embracing the feminine side of herself didn't mean she had to leave her studies behind or give up her scientific pursuits. Mary's throat tightened as she continued down the stairs.

It reminded her of the old days, when Mrs. Hamblin was a young bride and Mr. Hamblin was a strapping young man. They had been such a wonderful couple with a wonderful marriage. And now it seemed through luck and fate that Elise would have the same thing in her own life. For that, Mary whispered a prayer of thanks.

She nearly tripped walking toward the washroom when a rhythmic thudding above her head started, just as the cook passed by Mary on the way to the kitchen.

"Randy devil," Mrs. Godwin muttered. But there was amusement in the cook's tone rather than disgust.

Mary bit her lip. Yes, March would keep Elise in bed quite a bit, but that was one of the pleasures of being newly married, and the young couple had every right to enjoy it. It wouldn't be long before a child would be on the way, and mayhap a wee grandchild would keep Mr. Hamblin in good health.

Yes, a child would be just the thing for their house. Mary hummed a nursery rhyme to herself as she started on the washing, already thinking about which room would be best for a nursery when they returned from the honeymoon.

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