CHAPTER 11

ALONE IN THEIR ROOM that night, Andrew came behind his wife and twined his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck. She was so bloody beautiful. He had better control himself if he had any hope of taking it slow, of making it last all night, as he intended.

She leaned back against him and arched her back, dropping her head on his shoulder. Exposing her beautiful neck for his caress. He took advantage, skating his lips over the creamy flesh, sucking, licking, softly biting. Careful not to mark her delicate skin.

Her soft sights of pleasure spurred him on and had his cock as hard as granite. But he was still in control. Until her hand stole behind her, between their bodies, to caress his aching flesh through the fabric of his trousers. He groaned, rocking into her touch, his urgency escalating tenfold.

"My goodness Artemis, you are so beautiful. I burn for you," he rasped.

"Then take me, husband. Drink from me until your fire is extinguished."

"Oh, I intend to. Although I don't think this fire can be extinguished."

Saying that, he started unbuttoning her gown, kissing every inch of skin revealed to his touch, until her corset got in the way. When the last button in the interminable row was open, he undid the laces that held her petticoats and crinolines in place, letting the mass of fabric cascade to the floor.

Clad only in her chemise, corset, pantalets and stockings, he lifted her and took her to the side of the bed. Her corset was an ugly contraption. Big, unyielding and unadorned. It had to go. With a forceful hand, he tugged at the laces, desperate to free the delectable mounds of the breasts he had fantasized about, but until now never seen bare, or held in his hands. His mouth watered and he trembled with anticipation, like a green lad with his first woman. But she held the corset against her as if it were armor.

"Can we leave this on? I mean...you can do your husbandly...er... act without taking my corset."

"Absolutely not. Why on earth would you want to keep this thing on?"

When she refused to answer, he lifted her face with a finger under her chin. "Tell me," he commanded.

"Wearing it makes me look better."

"I wholeheartedly disagree. Please? Do you know how long I've dreamt about your breasts? I want to see them, touch them. Arouse them until you are screaming with pleasure."

She swallowed hard, not meeting his gaze.

"Sweetheart, what is it? Are you shy? Of course you are. I'm sorry for being an insensitive lout. This is your first time. I just didn't think you were shy because of the way you've always responded to my caresses."

"I-I just never thought...well, I thought the act was done in the darkness. I never imagined we would see each other."

That brought a smile to his face. "Oh, we will definitely see each other. I want to expose, kiss, and caress every inch of your body. But maybe I should start by revealing myself first. Would that make you feel more comfortable?"

She didn't say yes or no, just looked at him with wide eyes and parted lips. There was desire and curiosity in those eyes. It was enough of an answer.

Stepping back, he removed his clothes one by one, peeling each layer with efficient movements, but also monitoring her response. When he discarded his shirt, exposing his torso to her view, her eyes roamed the contours of his chest and abdomen, sliding lower, to where his aching erection was desperate for attention.

Andrew toed off his shoes and undid the fly of his trousers. After a slight pause to gauge her reaction, he lowered his trousers and underpants in one fluid motion. And he stood before her in all his naked glory. His cock sprung up, ruddy and proud to lie against his stomach. Her gaze locked on that part of his anatomy, making him aroused to the point of desperation.

"Well, wife. Do I meet with your approval?" he asked, arms outstretched to the sides, allowing her to look her fill.

MEET WITH HER APPROVAL ? This man, her husband, was... "Breathtaking."

She had not realized she had uttered the word aloud until she saw his radiant smile. Sauntering towards her, completely at ease and shameless in all his glorious nakedness, he grabbed her hand and placed it in the middle of his chest. "Touch me. Explore me. I'm yours, my goddess."

Emboldened by his encouraging words and the heat of his gaze, she allowed her hands to roam over his taut muscles. Experiencing the texture of his skin, the springiness of his hair.

He made a low noise deep in his throat, almost like a purr, but otherwise remained immobile under her ministrations, allowing her to explore at her pace. Oh, what a splendid gift it was. He was beautiful. There was power in his broad shoulders and well-defined chest that tapered into a narrow waist and slim hips that accentuated the V-shape of his torso.

Each muscle in his arms and legs was sculpted and prominent. Golden skin stretching taut over solid muscle. Her hands roamed over his belly, which seemed chiseled in stone, firm and impeccably defined. Yet warm and responsive to her touch.

There was no softness in his body. Especially not that part of him. His maleness. It stood, proud and solid, like a tower. It scared her a little. Surely that wouldn't fit in her?

"Touch it," he commanded, flexing the mighty rod. She grazed her fingers over the domed tip, surprised by the smoothness of the skin.

"Close your fist around it," he urged after a few moments of hesitant exploration. She did as he asked, and he closed his own hand around hers, tightening her grip, moving her hand up and down the length of him.

The soft skin slid over rock hardness. The combination was so mesmerizing, so deliciously decadent, that her breath hitched and a dull ache started between her legs. As if her body craved his.

She was enjoying the feel of him in her hand, but then his hand stopped, and he pulled out of her grasp. "I can't take it any longer. I will come in your hand if we keep this up."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

His smile was wicked. "Oh, it's a wonderful thing. But not before I've made you experience the same ecstasy. Not before I've had a chance to taste you. Will you let me remove your clothes now?"

His request was a bucket of icy water dumped over her head. Dousing her ardor and bringing her back from the haze of desire. He would want to see her as he had allowed himself to be seen by her.

But her body was nowhere as beautiful as his. Her breasts were too large. Her belly was not chiseled as his, but soft and gently curving. Her hips were too wide, her thighs too thick. While contained by the strong corsets her mother had made for her, her body looked passable. But out of the shape and structure of it, her fleshiness was... grotesque. He would take one look at her and feel disappointed.

"Darling, what is it? There should be no embarrassment between us. We are married now."

"I...it's just that...my body is not as beautiful as yours without clothing."

"That is not true."

"You have not seen it unclothed," she contradicted.

Instead of being put off, his smile was pure wickedness. "I have a very good imagination."

He stepped closer and his fingers molded her hips with reverence. "For example, I knew your hips would be wide and generous."

His fingers kneaded her flesh softly. "Hmmm, exactly how I imagined it." Her crinolines and petticoats lay discarded on the floor, leaving her clad only in her thin chemise, corset, drawers, and stockings. Barely concealed at all.

His hands stole to her backside, massaging her buttocks, their movements more possessive and fierce with every stroke. His chest rose and fell with deep gulps of air. He buried his face in her neck, bit the slope of her shoulder while a groan tore from his chest. "Fuck, Artemis, your arse is perfect." He whirled her, turning her away from him, and pressed his hard member into the mounds of her arse. "So round and big..."

Those words had sent her crying in shame more than once in the past, when uttered by her mother, or the modiste. But when her husband uttered them, his voice strangled with barely leashed desire, they sounded like a compliment, and they produced a warm glow that was not unpleasant. It felt almost like satisfaction. He seemed to like the exaggerated curves of her body.

His fingers dug into her hips, making her squirm. He responded by grinding his rod harder against her behind, emitting a groan so feral there was no mistaking its meaning.

"Someday soon, I want to take you from behind, just like this." The words, a warm breath whispered in her ear, had the power to liquify her core.

"You'll be on all fours in front of me." Her head fell back onto his shoulder, basking in the heat emanating from his body all along her back. A heat he stoked with that mesmerizing voice. "I'll take hold of your hips and bury my cock deep in your willing pussy. And then I'll ride you hard, watching the mounds of your arse ripple and giggle with every thrust of my hips... Ahh fuck, that image is almost enough to make me spend this instant."

His arms wrapped around her waist, hugging her tight against him, while his member was a hot, throbbing brand against her bottom.

"Let me remove the rest of your garments." The entreaty was delivered in a ragged whisper. "I need to see this gorgeous body."

She lifted her shin, accepting the challenge. So be it. She was not proud of her body, but damn if she would hide like a coward. His heated words had inspired an incipient confidence in her. Maybe the body she had always tried to control and conceal was actually a source of pleasure for her husband.

With a decisive nod, she agreed to his entreaty. He took the invitation with alacrity. Yanking and pulling at the corset laces. With each tug, her bodice became looser. Her large breasts spilling forth like foam from an overflowing pint of beer.

When at last the heavy corset fell to the floor with a thud, taking her drawers with it, she stepped out of the mass of clothing, and hugged her arms to her chest. He came around to stand in front of her, his gaze homing on her breasts. Slowly, he peeled her arms away, replacing them with his hands, which cupped her through the translucent fabric of her chemise.

He licked his lips, lifting her breasts before dipping his head and sucking at one nipple through the fabric of her chemise until she yelped in surprised pleasure. He then transferred his mouth to the other nipple and gave it the same attention.

"Feels good, doesn't it? I wouldn't be able to pleasure you this way with your corset on. You do not know how much your breasts have featured in my fantasies from the moment I first saw you," he said while attempting to undo the ribbon of her chemise. His fingers had lost their adroitness in their desperation. When at last he unlaced the ribbon and discarded her chemise, a deep groan tore from his chest.

"You are perfect. Every single part of you. Your slim waist that flares into those luscious hips. And your breasts... they are even more beautiful than I imagined," he growled, and went back for another taste. "I want to fuck your breasts." The admission seemed torn from his chest as a ragged whisper.

"You w-what?" She must have misunderstood.

He looked up at her, and there were spots of color on his cheeks. Was this suave and resolute rake embarrassed?

"I'm sorry. Am I scaring you with my ardor? I should know to take it easy for your first time. It's just that your breasts make me feral."

"Do you like them?" She could hardly believe this. The part of her anatomy she was the most self-conscious about, and he seemed excited about it.

"Like them?" he gave a bark of laughter. "‘Like' is too mild a word. I adore them. Go feral over them. I've never beheld a most spectacular set of tits in my life."

"Oh." Once again, she found herself speechless.

"Lie on the bed."

She did as he asked, lying down with as much grace as she could muster. Her huge breasts spilling this way and that. But he was on them in an instant. Crawling on top of her on all fours, like a big, dangerous panther intent on devouring her.

And devoured her he did. Drew fell on her breasts and settled to feast. Sucking, licking, biting her nipples until the pleasure was a breath short of pain, then burying his face in the valley between her breasts. After a moment, she forgot her self-consciousness and abandoned herself to the ecstasy he brought forth. Soon, she was moaning and squirming under his touch.

Every time he pulled on her nipples, it sent a shot of sensation to her core, so intense she was sure if she didn't release soon, she would perish. She would go insane.

He pushed her legs open with his knees and pressed his naked member against that aching point between her legs. Another pull on her breast, another flick of his clever fingers. Her hips rocked in an instinctive movement against that solid rod. It slid over her sensitized flesh, and her sanity fractured. Her legs twined around his hips, pulling him closer, grinding harder against him. His mouth and fingers on her breasts were relentless. And she was shooting up like a firework, higher and higher, before exploding into a million multicolored sparkles.

When she returned to earth, he was still over her, protecting, cradling, holding her as if she was precious, and looking at her with what looked like awe. "Bloody hell, Artemis. I love to see you shatter in my arms."

His expression bolstered her confidence, and she ran her hands down the sinewy planes of his back, to converge on his buttocks. Her fingers kneaded the solid muscle there, pressing him down against her.

"What about you, husband? I want to see you shatter as well." She widened her legs in invitation.

With a sudden movement, he positioned the head of his member against her opening. "This might hurt a bit." He said, pressing forward until the head of his member breached her. She felt the stretching of her flesh, but it wasn't unpleasant. Andrew, her husband, the man she loved, was entering her body. The moment was transcendental. He pressed forward a bit more, and she tried to relax to receive him.

"I'll go slow, try to be gentle. But I don't know what else to do to make it not hurt."

"It's alright. It doesn't hurt."

"Fuck, you are so tight. So hot and slick. Being inside you feels even better than I thought it would." He pressed a bit more until he met resistance. "I'm sorry, love."

He backed out a bit and came back to ram against her flesh. Her yelp of surprise remained trapped between their lips as he rent her virginity and buried himself deep inside her. There was a sharp pinch, followed by a dull ache that subsided as he remained immobile inside her, allowing her to get accustomed to the feel of him. It was a strange sensation of fullness. But not unpleasant.

"How are you, love? Was it very painful?" There was an apology in his eyes, and quiet desperation.

She shook her head. "No, just a pinch. It passed quickly. I'm fine now."

"Oh, thank goodness. Because I'm at the end of my endurance."

He captured her mouth in an all-consuming kiss. A kiss that melded their spirits as their bodies were. His first strokes were languorous, shallow. Building up the need until within her, and then became longer. Until he was pulling out almost completely, only to come back and claim her with every inch of him. She loved these deep, unhurried strokes, but soon she needed more.

Her hips raised of their own accord to meet his thrusts, to match his quickening rhythm. And she started climbing again. Reaching for that pinnacle of pleasure.

"That's it, love. Come with me," he rasped in her ear.

"N-no. I don't know if I can."

"You can. Look at me."

She did as he bid, and the love and possession in those dark eyes held her mesmerized, escalating her pleasure. They conveyed a thousand emotions without having to say anything. But he gave her the words, too. Telling her how beautiful she was. How much he loved her. How he couldn't get enough of her.

She was close. So close. Only needed a small nudge to fly... Dipping his head, he sucked her nipple, pulling hard as his body went rigid and warmth flooded her insides. It was exactly what she needed. Pleasure shot from her breast to her core, igniting the flame that set her off into another cataclysmic explosion.

"That was...glorious," she breathed in his ear as they lay panting together, their bodies entwined, slick, and still joined in the aftermath of their passion.

He rose on his elbows to look at her, brushing a lock of her hair from her brow. "That it was, my love. The most glorious act of love I've ever experienced."

"Can we do it again?"

He laughed. A delighted sound that assured her the question had pleased him. That and the feel of his rod hardening inside her again.

"Of course, my love. We have our whole lives to do it again and again."

THANK YOR FOR READING ! This is a companion story to the novella "The Marquess and His Muse" , featuring Artemis and Andrew's siblings. If you enjoyed this novella, and would like to see more of their protagonists, click on the link to keep on reading.

"The Marquess and His Muse"