She craves for the Marquess (COMPLETED!)

Loving

She hovered over him and saw him smile at her. “Are you prepared, my lord?” she whispered. He gulped down and she chuckled as she traced that area where his pulse was visible.

“As always, my lady.” His voice was hoarse.

“Ah.” Elainore placed a butterfly kiss on his forehead, another one on his nose bridge, on his left cheek and on his earlobe. “I waited for five years for this one. Do you think it’s going to be worth it, my lord?”

Her voice and her confession sent shivers to him that she could see the goose bumps on his flesh. She was placated at the notion that he was unsettled as she was.

She peered at him and one more time before proceeding to plant feathery kisses on his neck and throat and on his chin. She darted her tongue out and traced the shape of his jaw. His stubbles were rough on her pointed tongue as she slowly grazed that area. She heard him sighed and moaned but she just sniffed at the manly scent that was only her husband’s.

“My lady…” he said as he placed his hands on her head, gently caressing her scalp and hair. He spread her tresses on his chest as she went downwards and left light kisses on her way.

“My lady….” He gasped when she traced the shape of his n****e. “Elainore…”

“Yes, my lord?” she seductively whispered and she continued to lick on the distended area on his chest. His grasp on her hair became firmer by each bathe of her tongue. 

She reached up and held his wrist, non-verbally telling him to stop tugging her hair. He placed his hands above and under his head instead and watched her as she continued with her ministrations. His pupils dilated when he saw her took the tips of her hair and brushed his n****e.

“Elainore…darling…” he breathed in but his wife was adamant with what she was doing.

“You like it?” she enthusiastically inquired. And when he nodded, she continued to journey her mouth down towards his stomach. Her nose and lips touch each muscle above his ribs and abdominal area. “Ohhh..you’re hard over here.” She brushed her fingertips above his navel.

He clenched his midsection that made the muscles in that area well defined. She gasped as she saw the muscles rippled. She went down and nuzzled him there for a little while before she decided to continue to lave him with kisses downwards. Her hair was spread and tickling him as she moved. For the first time in his 33 years that the Marquis of Rushmoore understood that the mane of a woman was her glory and it could be erotic as well. He would demand that she would never shear it nor – 

“Ahhh..” he gasped as he felt her fingers gently tugging his pubic hair. She chuckled at his reaction. “Vixen!” he rasped. His lady, his dear wife had the audacity to wink at him and before he could fight back, she grabbed his manhood gently but firmly.

“My lord, what turgid member you have,” she announced in fascination as she stared at his organ.

“Did you say turgid, my lady?” he did not know if he would laugh or blanch at her description. She grasped his shaft firmly and her breath on the head was hot that he moaned.

“Do you want arrogant, pompous…” she pointed her tongue and licked the slit on the head and whispered, “or swollen?” 

“Nghhh…” he groaned.

“Solid…” And she licked the tip. “Strong.” She licked once more. She saw the drop on the slit and instinctively darted her tongue. “Hmmm…”

“My lady you can stop now,” he groaned and his hands reached for her shoulders urging her to cease her ministrations or else he would not be able to control his own actions.

“Tsk tsk tsk, I’m not yet done my lord.” She tried to stifle a grin. “Are you crossed because proper ladies do not do this?”

“What?” He peered at her and gasped, “Licking my manhood?”

“Watch me my lord,” she softly ordered, her breath was scorching hot against his shaft. “I mean this…” And then she bowed down and took him fully in her mouth.

“Nggghhh!” he groaned in surprise. He experienced having this type of service from his mistresses before but never he expected nor dreamed that his wife, the marchioness would do such acts.

And he relished on it! 

For five years he dreamed about his wife each night on her knees and lavishing him with her tongue as she was doing now. Gods! This was her birthday and it should be her who experienced pleasure and yet it was he who bathed in her passion.

He caressed her shoulders as she sniffed his scent while bobbing her head up and down, trying to accommodate his size inside her oral orifice. He squeezed her a little bit when her right hand found his jewels and played them with her palm.

“Darling,” he seethed, “lick them…” 

She looked at him while her cheeks hallowed a little bit as she came up. He released his tip with a loud pop that made him groan louder.

“You’re not angry?” she asked hesitantly.

One of his hands touched her forehead and lightly tucked the stray hair on her ear. Then he slowly caressed her cheek and jawline with his knuckles. “Why would I be angry darling? It’s a dream come true.”

Her eyes widened, the colors changing hue from bluish to violet. Her nose flared a bit as she sucked her breath when she heard his announcement. And without a word she bent down and nipped the skin of his bollocks in curiosity.

“My lady, don’t be harsh on the family jewels.” He was able to laugh a little bit. “Think of our future children…of the heir.”

She chuckled and the vibration was unexpected that he thrust his pelvis upward. She held the length of his member while nibbling the area between his balls and c**k. Then without preamble she suckled his nuts and it was too much that he clenched his hold on her head.

“Pffft…” He bit his lower lip. “Elainore…darling, I’m too close to end if you’re going to do that a little bit more.”

“Oh…” Her voice was saddened as she licked the length of his shaft one last time before she got up.

She straddled him and took his member with her right hand. She spread her nether regions with the fingers of her other hand. She was able to look at him for a moment while the head of his shaft touched the lips of her feminine parts.

His eyes widened for a bit before he closed them in ecstasy. 

Then she gradually lowered herself, inch by inch, savoring every part of his thickness and length. The veins on his shaft made a sweet friction against her insides.

“Ahhh…” she sighed in delight when she was able to take him fully, her buttocks felt his thighs. She adjusted a little bit and she moaned when a zing of pleasure hit her clit. 

She moved a few centimeters upward before slowly going down. She arched her head and her palms touched his thighs as she tested some movements that brought her ultimate pleasure. There was an itch on her clit that needed to be touched. She attempted to touch herself when she felt her husband grabbed both of her hands and held them, with their fingers interlacing.

“My lord…” she gasped as she continued to undulate her hips. “Please…please…ohhh God…”

Her head rolled back and she felt her eyes went inward as the pleasure against the friction and the feeling of something that built up from the pit of her stomach. 

“Touch me please… I want more…” She whimpered as she moved but he was determined to hold her hands with his. 

She arched her back like a bow, her breasts thrust upwards, her n*****s were bullet hard and her hair was like a lace caressing his thighs as her head swayed side to side in her wild throes.

“I’m coming, my lord…” She sniffed a cry. 

She wanted to reach that certain paroxysm that she read in the books – that certain climax which she was never able to get before and from earlier. She closed her eyes and imagined to see fireworks in front of her as something built up, up, up, up…

“Nggghhh!” she squealed as she was turned and her back was on the bed. “My lord!” she cried in frustration. She was almost there!

Then his forehead touched hers, his nose nuzzled hers, his lips gently planted on hers. The built up died down in an instant and she wanted to scratch his eyes out in despair.

“Why…?” she momentarily asked.

“This time, I’ll give you pleasure,” he rasped. He kissed her hard, their tongues danced in an erotic rhythm.  He placed his hands on each side of her head and continued to kiss her with abandon as he pumped harder in her.

“Rrraah!” she breathed in his mouth, realizing that he was inside her the whole time.

“I’m going to show you something,” he whispered. He pumped slowly oh so slowly that she wanted to die. “Count from seven, my lady…”

“Seven…” she mumbled.

Followed by death-slow strokes, “Six…five…four…three…”

“What is this torture my lord?” she gasped as she felt him pushed in so mildly but smoothly.

“Count…” he ordered.

“Two…” she gasped.

And then he pushed fastly that she never expected. She screamed, “Oneeeeeeee!!”

He stopped and looked at her. “Did you like it?”

“I never expected it, my lord!” she muttered.

“Now, count from six my Lady Westbrooke,” he ordered again. 

And so she did and each count was deliciously torture until he pumped swiftly on number one. 

“Count from five…” he said after a while and did exactly what he did with the same intensity and movements that drove her insane, especially the last and fast thrust.

“My lady, count from four…” he instructed while kissing her.

“Darling count from three…” he commanded while kissing and caressing her breasts, gently tweaking her n*****s until she ached.

“Elainore count from two…” he demanded as he touched her clit with his thumb, playing it that she shuddered.

“My love, count from one…” And he pushed swiftly and her world erupted.

But he was not finished. It was as if her husband was freed from something as he pumped rapidly inside her.

“Oneeee…” she screamed each time he pounded hastily.

There was an unexplainable force inside her that burst. It was as if she was one with the universe and with time itself. It was if she reached the skies and then fell down, down, down gently until she found herself in the arms of her husband once again.

Her expectations were met exceedingly. She felt her the tingling sensations of the aftermath of the passions they shared. She was full of vigor when she started tonight and yet she felt that all her energy was sucked by her husband’s ardor.

Weakly, she lifted her arms and cupped his face, running her fingertips on his jaw. She purred like a satisfied cat and before she succumbed to the darkness of exhaustion, she was able to exclaim, “I love you always, my lord…Mathias…”

She could not recall what happened next but as she opened her eyes in the next few moments, she saw him looking at her softly.

“I can’t believe you became unconscious, my lady,” he gently caressed her face when her eyes slowly opened.

“You’re virtuoso, my lord,” she chuckled. Elainore realized that they were lying on the bed, with her head on his chest and her arms embracing him. She looked up. “Are you crossed with me for my wish?”

He inhaled. “No.”

“You seem troubled, my lord.” She gently ran her fingers on his chest and unconsciously played with his n****e.

“I am angry with myself for letting five years to slip by without putting in efforts to woo you in my bed,” he sighed.

“Why didn’t you?” Her brows arched.

He combed her hair with his fingers. “You cried on our wedding night, my lady. And every time I visited your chambers in the first year of our marriage, you paled and trembled a lot. I thought I was afraid of my unrestrained passion that I hurt you.”

“I was foolish, wasn’t I?” she lamented. 

“We were younger back then and foolish,” he conceded.

“What would happen next, my lord?” she asked softly, her voice quivered a little bit.

“What do you want my lady?” He pulled her up that she faced him. Eye to eye, he asked again, “Do you want me to make love to you, f**k you, tup you or whatever you call it, again and again?”

She inhaled at the image that what happened tonight would occur again in the future. “Oh yes my lord. Only you….”

He chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “So you were not curious about other men while you were in that damn brothel?”

She smiled. “Oh my curiosity was piqued my dear husband but I knew that it’s you. It’s only you or no one and nothing else…”

“Hmmm…” He nuzzled his nose on hers. “Do you want to go check out the brothel you went to? Or do you want me to bring you to the establishments that I know of?”

She slapped his shoulder playfully. “My lord I will not share you…”

He chuckled. “I will not share what is mine either.”

She kissed him hotly and when her tongue traced the outlines of his lips, he moaned, “Gods! I’ve been without a woman for five years and now I’m like a randy youth…”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You did not?...I thought you had mistresses.”

He snorted. “I sowed my oats well before marriage, my darling and when you never wanted me in your chambers, I did not seek out other’s embrace. I only wanted yours.”

“Oh…”

“I love you Elainore…”

“Damn!” she gasped.

He chuckled. “I am confessing and you just replied ‘Damn’?”

“Damnation, my lord! We were fools for five years….” Her tears fell. “Five wasted years…”

He engulfed her in his embrace and caressed her back with his hands. “I am glad it’s you who caught my eyes on that ball. I’m glad it’s you who became my wife and I’m sorry for being a coward to pursue you to love me.”

“Well, at least my birthday wish was granted, my lord.” She laughed as she snuggled closer.

“And I’ll fulfill your wish.” His voice was lower. “All your desires my lady.”

“I expect that, my lord.” She kissed his chest. “Very much so.”

THE END.