“It will hurt more if I do. Be patient.”
His cock rocked up and down her slit, and he eased it higher into her crevice. His hands separated her cheeks and he deemed her ready. Holding the veined shaft, he pressed the tip of his cock against her little bud and entered her.
* * *
She felt a stabbing pain. Alice could not hide her reaction to it. She yelped into her makeshift gag and tried to scurry up the bed away from him. To her relief, Edmund withdrew. He sat back on his haunches, his expression slightly bemused and thoughtful. Leaning forward, he untied the gag and tossed it aside.
She pulled a face at him, embarrassed by her response while nervous about his intentions. “It hurt too much. Did I do something wrong?”
He stroked her back and the gesture calmed her nerves. “No. You tried. I don’t want it to hurt you, not like that. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong.”
She settled on her knees with her oiled bottom touching her heels. Something about his face brought out a sense of her own disappointment. She ran a hand up his arm, over his broad shoulder until her fingertips reached the puckered white scar by his collarbone. He didn’t flinch as she circled the old wound.
“Tell me?” The last time she had asked he refused to answer.
His grey eyes latched on to hers. “Waterloo. Musket shot,” he said with brevity.
Alice soared with pride. Her husband had fought in a grand battle. She shuffled forward on her knees and as tenderly as she could, kissed the scar. Sitting back, she was determined to try again and show him how much she wanted to please him. “Help me. I’m sure I can do this for you.”
He fondled his erection and smiled, as if a revelation had come to mind. “Let’s try this differently. Lie on your side, face away from me.”
She lay down as instructed, resting her head on the pillow. He nudged her knees up, curling her into a foetal position before slotting his own form behind her. His body fitted snuggly against hers.
“I don’t want this to hurt so much that you cannot bear it. If you can’t, I will stop.” He kissed her shoulder and she closed her eyes.
His thumb shifted a buttock cheek, lifting it up and then she could feel his stiff erection probing against her, seeking out her unspoiled anus.
He gripped her hip between fingers and thumb and anchored his penis in her. Slowly he edged farther into her while his panting breath hit the back of her neck. He groaned, almost sweetly and longingly, as if he had rediscovered a lost passion.
“Good, so good,” he growled softly.
This time the pain didn’t scare her away. She allowed her thoughts to drift and her belly to relax. Inhaling deeply, she drove out all unwanted distractions and focused on his cock. Each time he shifted, the rings of resistance gave and accommodated his girth. She remained in position, not easy to do and her occasional yelps of discomfort she stifled by biting on the pillow. With her fingers coiled about the nearby drapes, anchoring her to the bedpost, she could feel his shaft move within her, sliding back and forth. She judged he hadn’t gone deep in her recess. Content to half occupy her, he rocked his hips and moaned continuously.
His hand moved and wrapped about her waist. His embrace captured her, dragged her even closer to his body until she could feel every muscle flex with his exertions. Strong muscles, which had survived wars, now kept her locked in his arms unable to
escape. Fingers reached for a breast and cupped her soft malleable flesh in his palm. He squeezed his hand with each slap of his thighs against her bottom. A heavenly occupation. She would never had thought being despoiled in such a place could be so deliciously intoxicating.
Kisses showered breathlessly on her increasingly sweaty shoulders and hair, as he thrust with mounting vigour. “Put a finger to yourself. Find your own pleasure, dearest.”
Alice had never touched herself before, not between her legs for the purposes of carnal lust. Her bud had grown in size, poking out from its protective covering. She was amazed at how tender and sensitive it had become. The little nub seemed to sizzle with a life of its own each time she touched it. Instinctively, she circled her fingertip over the hood and around her swollen lips.
The orgasm surprised her. She clenched not just her vagina, but also her penetrated anus. Edmund juddered, stilled and made a strange noise before going limp next to her. She felt his essence drizzle out of her as he carefully withdrew.
Alice drifted. Faintly aware of his caressing hands and a damp cloth, which bathed and cleansed her. Finally, Edmund draped a thick cover over her shivering body and lay again next to her.
For a while nothing was said. Alice shifted, turned to face him. Grey eyes blinked back at her in the dim light.
“That is what you wished for?” she asked.
“Yes.” His thumb ran along her jawline.
“Why?”
“You enjoyed it,” he replied with a shrug.
“So did you, Edmund. How knew you that I would enjoy this?” she persisted. She wished he could open up to her and share his thoughts. His army training had taught him to be reserved and disciplined in all aspects of his life. A contrast to her own lackadaisical upbringing.
Edmund removed his thumb from her face and sighed. “It is not scandalous in some quarters, but you must never speak of what we do, Alice.”