Page 75 of Indecent Desires of a Proper Lady
Once they were inside Philip was comforted by the calming sound of crashing wave and Margaret’s laughter as he swooped her up into his arms. Once he made it to the bedroom, he placed her gently down on the bed and keeping his eyes on her, pulled off his coat. He could see Margaret take a breath, her chest lifting.
He stepped forward and put his hands on her face “Are you nervous, My Love?”
She shook her head. “No, it is just all so new to me.”
He smiled and kissed her and lifted her to stand. This was the first time they could kiss without thought to anyone storming in. They didn’t have to think about propriety or manners or anything else but the feel of each other. It was finally just man and wife. Two souls combining forevermore.
As he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, Margaret sighed with pleasure, and he moved his hands to her hair, his fingers moving through it, feeling its short length, amazed at the woman he finally had for his wife. She was so fearless, so bold, and now he would get to be by her side.
Margaret had slid her arms around his neck, and Philip moved his hands along her arms, feeling his way along her smooth skin, until he undid her hands and pulled them down. She looked at him confusedly, and he merely smiled. “I want to see you, My Love. All of you.”
He turned her around and began to pull at the laces of her soft gown. He smoothed his hands over her shoulders and could hear a slight sigh escape her lips as her gown flooded down into a lovely pile of material on the floor. He turned her forward and felt the breath catch in his chest as he caught sight of her. Her head was framed by the light from the hearth, and she stood only in her white shift.
“Beautiful, Margaret. So incredibly beautiful. You take my breath away.”
Margaret lowered her head in a blush, and then to Philip’s delight, she said, “And you. I want to see you.” She placed her hands flat upon his chest.
He grinned as she began to undo the buttons of his waistcoat. “My fiery woman,” he breathed against the sweet scent of her dark hair. His waistcoat was soon gone, and he untied his cravat and removed his shirt.
He bent down, his fingertips touching the skin of her legs as he lifted her shift up and over her head. He brought both of her hands to his mouth, his eyes covering every inch of her luminous skin. She sat down on the bed, and he removed his breeches until it was just the two of them, skin upon skin.
Philip took Margaret’s soft lips in his, and Margaret’s hands moved across his back. He wanted to be gentle and slow, and so he slid his hand down to the space between her thighs and gently touched her warm center. Margaret gasped, her eyes opening wide to look deeply into his.
“It will hurt a little at first, My Love, but then it will be the most wonderful pleasure.” She nodded, gasping again when he slid a finger inside of her to make sure she was ready for him. When he pulled away and brought his hand up to the swell of her breasts, she moaned, and he grinned against her skin as he took a pink nipple into his mouth, savoring the feel of her arching against him.
Then, tantalizingly slowly, he entered her. It was as if bliss itself had come and settled upon them. He moved against her hips, slowly at first, hoping to keep his dear love safe.
Margaret held tightly to him, tensing when he first entered her, but soon after, her body relaxed, and Philip covered her skin with kisses as they moved together in a quick rhythm on the bedclothes. The sound of Margaret’s delighted moans was enough to push him over the edge, but he wanted to wait for to have her pleasure, and so he gripped hold of her tightly, covering her swollen lips with his, and thrust into her again and again.
Philip’s long-awaited desire was fulfilled as he felt Margaret’s pleasure underneath him and heard her cries of enjoyment as shivers went over her skin.
He followed soon after, and they were left spent, listening only to the sound of their breathing as well as the crackling of the fire. He moved out of her and onto his back. “That was the adventure you spoke of, Philip?” Margaret turned to him, her head in her arm as she leaned toward him.
Philip grinned, enjoying the sight of his new wife in her unclothed glory. Her skin was practically glowing. He trailed a fingertip along the softness of her arm and down her waist and beyond. “Yes, that is exactly what I spoke of. But it will be better. Each time that we learn the pattern of each other’s bodies, it will grow and increase in pleasure.”
Margaret’s eyes widened in enjoyment. “There will be even more pleasure? I cannot believe it.”
Philip nearly took her again as he watched her wicked grin. He cupped her cheek in his hand. “You are the best part of me, Margaret. I still cannot believe how blessed I am to be here, with you.”
“And I you.” She gripped onto his hand and kissed it “I want to enjoy and savor every moment before you are gone from me again, and I know not yet how long it will be.”
In a few minutes, Philip was ready again, and they rode the waves of ecstasy over and over until dawn threatened to peek through the window.
* * *
“Come, then!” Philip called as he removed the last of his clothing except for his breeches when they stood on the shoreline under the sun the next morning. “We are isolated; no one will come to see us. I want to teach you to swim at long last, and the ocean is the perfect place.”
Margaret blinked at him for a moment in surprise. Could she really do such a thing? Strip down in the middle of nowhere, when anyone could be around watching them?
Philip stood shirtless in the waves, his brown hair lying tousled and wet on his head. “Are you not a fighter, Margaret? Are you not a rule breaker? You can do anything.”
She watched him, his green eyes looking even brighter against the blue of the sea. She smiled and then she was laughing, rushing toward him so that he could pull off the rest of her clothing. Soon, it was the two of them, holding hands, stepping further into the sea, Philip in his breeches, and she in her shift.
Never before had Margaret felt so free, and she squealed with delight as a wave crashed over their legs, and Philip took her up in the air by the waist and spun her around, kissing her salt-sprayed cheeks.
“My authoress, my adventuress, my dearest.”
Margaret laughed aloud. “You are a writer now, are you?”
