When he finally began to push inside of her, she was nearly mindless with the pleasure and hot need. Her body opened for him, tight muscles rippling as he filled her wet sheath, and her back arched, thrusting her breasts upwards. The taut nipples retained the deep red color they'd achieved, hard little buds that rubbed against his chest. As they met the wiry hairs on his body, scraping against them, Eleanor shivered and moaned.
The line between pleasure and pain had blurred, leaving her in Edwin's hands to send either way. Remembering one of the pictures in the Kamasutra book that Wesley had given him, Edwin grasped each of Eleanor's ankles and rested them on his shoulder, bending her nearly in half. They both groaned as his cock slid deeper than ever inside of her, bumping up against the back of tunnel and nudging her womb. She could feel the muscles in her legs straining as Edwin leaned forward.
The position made it incredibly easy for him to reach down and grip the rounded cheeks of her bottom, lust flaming through him as he looked down at her and deliberately pulled halfway out of her body and then thrust back in hard. The high keening sound Eleanor made as her breasts jiggled from the force of the thrust went straight to Edwin's cock. Gripping handfuls of her soft bottom, he dug his fingers in as he began a steady rhythmic pounding of her open pussy. Looking down he could see the way his cock was splitting her open, the pink lips tightly stretched around his straining rod which was coated with her glossy cream.
His wife whispered his name over and over again, as if she couldn't think to say anything else, writhing and arching as he rode her. With her ankles around his ears, it was the deepest penetration he'd ever achieved and he felt as though he was claiming every last inch of her, branding her with himself. He wanted her to feel the lingering effects of his loving for days afterwards, to wipe away every last doubt she might have about his constancy.
The chanting of his name grew louder and louder as Eleanor neared her climax, his thrusts following the speed and intensity of her voice. He could feel his balls tightening just as she began to shriek, her eyes closing as the intense ecstasy flowed over her, fireworks bursting behind her eyelids as the explosion rocked her core and spread outwards like lightening along a rod. She could feel it through her stomach and sore nipples, up her legs and arms, until every inch of her body was throbbing and tingling with the orgasmic rapture. The inside of her body clenched over and over again, muscles tightening in such a way that it was like she was trying to suck Edwin's cock deeper into her body.
Hot cum splashed against her womb as he groaned and his seed pulsed into her. His cock expanded, throbbing against her walls as they tried to tighten around him, their bodies' reactions dueling for supremacy. Eleanor's legs slipped down, allowing Edwin to slump on top of her, and she thrashed as the new position pressed his body against the swollen nub of her clitoris, sending a second wave of overwhelming pleasure through her already sensitized body.
She was practically insensate by the time Edwin unwound the cravat from her hands. A damp cloth swiped between her legs, setting off another chain reaction. Then warmth surrounded her, cuddling her. Hard, strong arms drew her against the long, muscled body of her husband, nestling her head into his shoulder so that they were facing each other and he could envelop her completely.
"I have no need for a mistress when I have you, sweet Nell," he murmured as he kissed her forehead, caressing her shoulders and hair. The little loving touches were enough to make her eyes spark with tears, even as she felt herself sinking into much needed oblivion under his touch.
Edwin would have been happy to spend all afternoon holding his wife while she napped in his arms, but his valet came in to quietly pull him away. Lord Hartford had come to call, and unfortunately the man had urgent business that needed to be attended to immediately. Reluctantly he pulled away from Eleanor and allowed Johnson to redress him, ignoring the man's muttered comments about the clothing that had been left on the floor.
Pressing another kiss to Eleanor's forehead, careful not to disturb her slumber, he sighed and went back to work.
******
The maid woke Eleanor, leaving her feeling strangely disappointed when she realized Edwin was no longer in bed with her. She knew that it wasn't entirely fair of her to feel abandoned, she vaguely remembered Johnson coming into their room which meant that someone had come to see Edwin, but she still would have preferred to wake with Edwin there.
"I brought you some tea, my lady." The maid bustled around, gathering up the shredded dress that Edwin had so eagerly ripped apart and doing her best to hide her shock. Garbed in her dressing gown, Eleanor couldn't help the little smile that played on her lips as she remembered her husband's passion.
Her nipples were still sore and hard, making her lean forward a little so that the fabric of the dressing gown didn't brush against them. The area between her legs tingled with the aftermath of their loving.
Today had felt... different. As if Edwin had wanted to prove something to her. Something emotional.
But, casting her mind back to everything he had said, she felt that same vague disappointment. There had been no words of love, only of desire and passion. He did not have a mistress, which caused her much relief and joy, but that didn't mean that he loved her. It only meant that he desired her and she satisfied his needs. What if she stopped satisfying his needs?
Eleanor nibbled her lower lip wondering if she dared deny him. When she had her courses he still wanted to sleep in the same bed as her and was remarkably affectionate, but that was only a matter of days. What if he was denied for longer? Would he remain faithful if his wife was denying him his marital rights?
The only reason she could think of that Edwin would tolerate such a situation would be if he truly loved her. What other reason would a man such as he, with his high passions, remain faithful when his needs were not being met?
Of course, Eleanor had no illusions about her ability to deny Edwin when he was with her. He knew exactly how to touch her, to tease her, and he insisted on sleeping in the same bed every night whether or not she had her courses. She loved sleeping in his arms, having hi
s warmth beside her. Which meant that she would have to leave his presence for a while and see what happened.
Bath! She could visit her parents in Bath! Edwin had already planned to visit his parents after the Season was over, she could go see hers and tell him that she would join him later. If she left before the Season was over it would cause some comment but most would probably assume that she was with child. It wouldn't matter that they were wrong. Still, she couldn't travel such a distance on her own. Perhaps she could find a traveling companion and then leave as soon as possible, whether or not the Season was over. Unfortunately her brother probably wouldn't want to leave the city so soon after his return.
But Grace wanted to leave London.
"I need to dress," she said to the maid, setting down her teacup only half finished. "The lavender and cream jaconet, please."
******
To Eleanor's surprise, when she arrived at Lady Grace's townhouse, her friend was having an at-home. Peters looked both concerned and disapproving when he informed Eleanor that there were several visitors. Fortunately the parlor wasn't overly full; Lord Conyngham, Grace's escort to Eleanor's last dinner was there, as were several other men with rakish reputations, and several ladies who were tittering and flirting with the men. Eleanor recognized them all as the young, bored matrons who had already born their husbands an heir and a spare and so were basically free to enjoy their own pursuits.
Only Grace had been able to shake off that requirement, although it did exclude her from some very select events. Still, she certainly seemed to think the trade was well worth it.
Putting a social smile on her face, Eleanor gracefully joined the gathering. Grace welcomed her with every evidence of happiness. Although the dark blue eyes were still shadowed and there were still slight circles under them, overall Grace looked healthier than she had the last few times Eleanor had seen her friend. Beside her on the couch, Conyngham was lounging comfortably, as if he felt perfectly at home in Grace's parlor.
The next hour passed quickly as Eleanor chatted and flirted, in a rather detached sort of way. Although the gathered rakes had quickly attached themselves to her, seeing her as new blood, it didn't take them long to figure out that she meant her carefully couched refusals and they moved back to easier prey. Gossip circulating amongst the ton had indicated that Lord Hyde had turned in his wolfish reputation for that of a shockingly loyal husband and apparently his wife was cut from the same cloth - even if she was spending her afternoon at the scandalous Lady Brooke's.
They didn’t realize that the distance in her demeanor was partly because she’d found that her nipples were incredibly sensitive even hours after Edwin had used the clips on her. Even the slightest brush of fabric had her tingling. And the area between her legs was still sore in the most delicious way. But she kept her smile on her face and interacted as naturally as she could, not even realizing that the slight distance her distraction created only intrigued the men even more.
Slowly the crowd trickled out until only Grace, Eleanor and Lord Conyngham were left.