“Have I done wron
g?” she asked nervously.
Edmund laughed. A light chuckle close by her ear. Lifting his head. “Dearest, you have done nothing wrong. You have pleased me. It is my completion. I have planted my seed inside you. Did you not feel the heat?”
Alice had felt much warmth course through her body, especially about her bosom. “I feel quite… damp,” she said sheepishly.
Edmund swung his body off hers, the sweat beading on his forehead. “Well I am certainly hot. Now, you promised, Alice. Take off that shirt.”
Unlike earlier, when she had felt awkward to be naked in the presence of her husband, the unease had vacated her mind. Her virginity stripped away, its demise gave her the confidence to move forward and lose her inhibitions. She sat up and slowly peeled off her chemise. Her pale skin glowed yellow with the candlelight as she presented her belly and breasts. Her tufted mound shimmered with his spillage.
“Delightful,” he murmured. Glancing up to catch her eyes, he spoke again, with a sterner tone. “You must never hide this body from me. I will not allow it.”
“Yes, Edmund,” said Alice.
“I want you to undress me,” he said holding out his hand, helping her stand up.
Alice’s fingers fumbled with the buttons, which were surprisingly stiff and hard to undo. He helped her complete the task, and then standing behind him, she eased the coat off his shoulders and laid it to one side with some degree of reverence. His shirt, she slowly drew over his head, baring his torso. His chest, bare and smooth, immediately caught her attention, each pectoral firm and rigid with a tiny nipple at the apex. She tugged on his breeches and they fell down to his ankles. She peeled away his cotton stockings, completing his unveiling.
Edmund had no apparent self-consciousness about his own nudity. He exuded a confidence about his person. His thighs thick with muscles, stomach flat and trim, and hips narrow. She didn’t know why his physique appealed to her innocent mind so much, but it made her scalp prickle and her legs jelly-like.
As she rose up from her position by his feet, her smooth cheek brushed against his cock and Edmund moaned. With a few swift movements, he propelled her back on to the bed and wrapped his limbs about her body. The kissing had an even greater intensity than before and she reciprocated with lingering ones of her own. She trailed her mouth over his chest, down his belly and halted, uncertain as to how to proceed.
“Kiss it,” he said, nudging her head with his hand.
Alice kissed the slit and the rounded tip of his cock twitched.
“Lick it,” murmured Edmund.
Her tongue, the tip only, trailed from the base of his shaft up the vein until she reached his glorious rounded end. It tasted neither disagreeable nor delicious. A cocktail of saltiness and what she guessed to be her own juices. She raised her head and waited for his next command.
“Place your legs astride me, like a man mounts a horse,” he instructed.
Alice followed his guiding voice without thinking. His hands held her waist tightly, holding her steady over his awaiting erection. She rubbed her slit against his ribbed shaft until her folds parted about his cock. She felt it enter her vagina, a slow tantalising penetration as she impaled herself on him. There was a slight sting as she sank down and allowed him to fill her once again. The second time was easier, she could feel the slippery surface of her vagina give around him.
“Now, Alice, ride me like a horse,” he commanded.
Alice bounced up and down on his hard cock. She leaned forward, gasping, hands resting on his chest and hair dangling over his face. Her buttocks slapped on his thighs and instinctively she clenched around him. Each time she squeezed her innards, Edmund groaned.
A thumb touched her clitoris. The little organ, one she scarcely noticed before that night, had been unveiled and its purpose discovered. He circled the sensitive clit, round and round as she rose and fell, she lost her momentum a few times as the sensation she had experienced earlier returned with unstoppable consequences. The orgasm, her first, built upon itself, level after level of pleasure climbed out of the tiny centre. She hollered, reached out and grasped at the shambolic bedcovering, fisting the fabric in her hands.
As she completed, Edmund twisted and turned her over on to her belly, positioning her face down and thrust hard into her. Once, then twice with a force she hadn’t expected and he grunted. She felt the unmistakeable heat as he had spurted his seed. A joyous sense of satisfaction enveloped her. Surely, she had performed well for her first time?
Spent and relaxed, they slowly took the time to explore each other with tender fingers, gentle caresses and embraces.
“You’re divine, Alice,” whispered Edmund. “I have to confess, I didn’t think taking your virginity would be quite so pleasurable. I had feared you would resist or hold back. You must always take your pleasure with mine. It makes me happy to see you so blissful.”
“And I too. If that is how you show your love to me, Edmund, it is most wondrous,” confessed Alice. Her skin glowed, her body still had a rhythmic pulse as if her orgasm had lingered on forever. Her heart took time to steady and find a calmer beat.
A finger traced along his chest. She noted the scars. The jagged thin ones and the puckered one by his shoulder. His war wounds on display and not hidden behind his uniform.
Edmund stopped her hand from exploring with his own, holding it tight by the wrist. “Another time, when I am able, I will tell you their story.” He let go and rolled away from her. “Sleep.”
She watched him settled under the covers. What raw nerve had she touched? Or was it simply he didn’t wish to speak of his past. How could she come to know him better if he refuse to open up to her? “I want to know all about you, Edmund,” said Alice sleepily.
“As I do you, dearest. And I shall. I shall unpeel you like a sweet orange.” His seductive words drifted into her ears as she fell into a deep slumber.
Chapter Five