Caversham’s Bride

Chapter Five-3

When she had first seen him earlier this evening, she thought him to be a large man, but she’d underestimated his size. Surely this was the tallest, broadest-chested figure she’d ever seen. A faint sprinkling of soft black hair covered his entire body, thicker in some places than others.

With his back to her, she watched as he lowered his breeches, admiring his form while he was unaware. He was beautiful, she thought. The Englishman was truly a human form to rival that of the great sculptures of male nudes. When he turned to her, she stared at his engorged organ. The marble dildo she practiced fellatio on was no where near this big. Lia wondered how she was expected to take that within her body. She didn’t have long to wait, because soon the bed sank under his weight, and he stretched out next to her.

Once again, he reached out a hand to lightly skim over her belly with his knuckles. They traveled upwards to cup her breast. Her body reacted to him in ways she’d never expected or had been prepared for. She watched as her own breasts seemed to stand taller when his thumb rubbed over the top. He pinned her down with an arm as he lazily leaned over her. Then his mouth came down onto her already hardened n****e, sucking it into his mouth. He laved on it softly, running his tongue over its tip, sending more rivulets of fire coursing through her.

Her body involuntarily arched up into him as she moaned. He slid over her and did the same to the other n****e. His lips and tongue trailed hot kisses upward, over her neck, and chin, to taste her mouth again.

She met his lips, wanting his kiss as much as she believed he wanted to kiss her. She opened for him and his tongue delved into her, exploring every facet of her mouth, and she reciprocated. The Englishman tasted of honey and wine, a stimulating combination that she discovered she couldn’t get enough of. He trailed tender kisses over her cheek and to her ear, where he toyed with her lobe. She tucked her chin and chuckled, turning away from his touch.

“Ticklish?” When she nodded, he increased his pressure and continued exploring.

Traveling lower, he licked his way down the valley of her breasts, over her belly, then came to a stop at the crest of her womanhood. His tender touch made her entire body tremble with barely leashed passion. Lia had an idea of what to expect, but the reality was far superior to the telling. So far she was the one receiving pleasure, she’d yet to please him.

The moment his tongue touched her most private area she cried out. His intimate kiss caused her body to jerk away from his mouth. His warm hands held her in place as his tongue continued its assault. Again, he dipped a finger into her, then two, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.

Before long, she was once again writhing in ecstasy. “Please,” she cried out.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said sliding over her. He came to rest in the cradle between her thighs, where he fit perfectly.

She did as he’d asked, and he parted her, gently pressing the head of his shaft into her. She moaned beneath him, and tilted her hips, letting him deeper within.

“There is no other way,” he murmured reassuringly. “If there were, believe me, I would take it.”

She nodded and he pulled out, then entered her again more forcefully, and she felt the stinging, burning sensation for only a moment. Then she exhaled, and inhaled slowly. Her new lover held still, and his kindness brought tears to her eyes. She turned away from him and wiped them. “I am sorry for my reaction. I was told the first time would be somewhat uncomfortable, but I am fine now.” she said.

Kissing her temples, he whispered, “It will never hurt again. I promise.”

Her lover stayed deeply embedded inside of her, stretching her, filling her. The initial burning dissipated, replaced by the wondrous sensation of being filled by a man as only God intended. He remained this way a moment to allow her body to stretch and accommodate him. She moved upward to take him in deeper, and her Englishman began to move inside her. Withdrawing partially and thrusting back in, each plunge created new sensations that brought her to another level of euphoria, far surpassing what she’d experienced earlier.

He drove into her repeatedly, each stroke reaching new depths inside her. He began to move faster and deeper still. His ragged breathing, mixed with soft words of encouragement pushed her toward the edge of that wonderful oblivion he had brought her to only minutes earlier. Lia moved with him, reaching upward to meet him, wanting an unnameable something she sensed only he could provide. She cried out for him as she felt her body coil and tighten. He gave a final, deep thrust, causing her to shatter beneath him while he poured his seed into her depths. Only then did he collapse on top of her.

Minutes later, he rolled off and lay on his back, bringing her into the crook of his arm. She winced at the movement, but he was so tender as he cradled her head against his shoulder while she collected herself.

“Hmmm. I enjoyed that,” she whispered.

“I, too, enjoyed it, Lia,” he said. “And I shall try to always make our bed a pleasurable place for you.”

“You are unlike what I was told to expect,” she said.

“As are you.” He idly stroked her arm, then added, “I was not sure what to expect, especially after the night of the auction. Honestly, I hadn’t thought to keep you at all. Until tonight. When I entered the courtyard and saw you, I suspected you might be an interesting diversion for a few days.” She lifted up on her elbow and stared at him, a worried furrow on her brow. “After what just happened, I could never let you go.”

“You will still help me?”

“I will help you.”

“Thank you, Your Grace.” She laid her cheek on his breast, and yawned.

“Ren.”

“Hmmm. Ren,” she repeated in her heavily accented English.

Before long, Ren knew she slept. He slept, too, for a while, though not long. The woman beside him baffled him. Aside from her beauty, she appeared to be intelligent and an eager lover. If she was truly a gentleman’s daughter, then marrying her would present no issues.

There was her family, and if what she believed about her aunt was true. Before his own cousin attempted to kill him, he would have thought surely Lia was mistaken. What elderly woman would behave so horribly as to murder her own niece and nephew? But now…

If he was to marry her, and as of now that was his plan, he had to know the whole truth. He really didn’t want to think her a practiced liar and scheming woman out to dupe him for his title and fortune. A man could only tolerate one of those in his life before he swore off marriage altogether.

And the s*x they’d just had was so satisfying and intense, that even if she were lying, he might still keep her as mistress.