Page 48 of The Baroness of Sin
“You were trying to imagine what was under my clothes?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“Hush,” he told her and kissed her firmly, her hands running through the hair hanging over her chest as his hand grasped her smooth bare flesh for the first time.
James had told Martha that he was still a little nervous, but if that was the case, he wasn’t showing it at all. He picked her up and playfully tossed her on the bed before climbing up with her. He kept kissing her all over, each kiss sending more sparks up and down her body as she grew warmer and warmer.
They pulled and tugged at each other, trying to get closer and closer to one another, to feel each other, hold each other, make each other feel what they were feeling. Each second was more charged and more exciting than the last.
“I cannot believe how long we waited to do this,” Martha gasped as one of his hands cupped her breast and squeezed her.
“Are you suggesting we should have done this sooner? How crass Mrs. Williams,” he teased her, his hands and mouth continuing to entice and antagonize, touching her in ways she didn’t know she could be touched.
“And you are telling me that if I had shown up naked before we married, you would have been able to resist?” she countered coyly, and he smiled at her. That coyness began to melt as she felt the familiar trail of kisses tracing their way downward.
She thought she was prepared to feel his mouth this time, but just as before she felt the root of her very thoughts being grasped and shaken from her head. She felt so amazing that she lost any sort of train of thought, reducing her to a mess of emotions and urges, and his lips had only just found the inside of her thighs. Her hands gripped the hair on his head and held tightly to him, loving each and every touch from his mouth, both rough and gentle.
Again, the sensation was both familiar and earth-shattering. She was surprised at how much more quickly the waves of pleasure mounted and overlapped this time like his very touch was enough to draw the feelings forth from her, and this kind of kissing was able to do so much more. She felt her body buck and beg at the attentions of his hungry mouth, clearly willing to express her desire for more where her words failed her.
Right as she rode up to the cusp, she felt him pull away. “W… what?” she panted and gasped. “Why did you stop?” she practically mewled.
“I wanted to make love to you as you experienced the height of moment, finish together with you,” he said with a covetous grin.
She looked at him, breathing deeply. “I want to feel you too, James. Want that more than I’ve ever wanted anything, I think.”
She felt herself ebb and flow, pulsing around that edge as James righted himself. The moment she felt him touch her, just the faintest hint of his closeness, that pulsing intensified to an almost unbearable point. “Oh, James, hurry. I cannot wait any longer, and it is cruel to torture your love as such,” she pleaded.
That was when he finally entered her. And the moment was everything she ever wanted it to be. The feeling of heat, of him so close and so strong. She enveloped him and pulled him close. Her nails dug into his back roughly. The pleasure was so intense that she almost forgot that he wasn’t moving yet.
A few moments after he began to move, she plummeted over that edge for the first time, crying out at the beautiful feelings that were flooding her.
“You feel amazing, Martha,” he gasped. She almost had the sense to feel bad about scratching his back, but with each pulse they shared, she couldn’t help but dig in deeper. Truth be told, he seemed to move harder the more she dug her nails into him, but she didn’t really have the power of the mind to make this correlation at the moment.
Martha thought that perhaps what she would prefer was a gentler lover than her previous husband, but that didn’t really turn out to be the case. James was no gentler, not really. In some ways he was stronger and handled her more aggressively. James would grab her as he thrust to gain more leverage. But he was kind and considerate, listening to her wants and needs, so that she was both comfortable and enjoying herself. That was what she really wanted.
And she was enjoying herself more than she ever had before.
“Oh, James, I can’t believe how good you make me feel. It’s like a dream come true,” she confessed.
“Martha, you are all I want, and dammit I want all of you,” he gasped and reinvigorated his efforts all the more, making her call out.
Now, Martha was not naive, not by a long shot, but something she was ignorant of and was not anticipating was switching positions. She was intuitive enough to catch on quickly; it just never occurred to her, and never had been proposed to her, that one could make love any way but with the lady on her back and the gentleman on top.
So, she couldn’t help but cry out in a mixture of pleasure and surprise when James, with relative ease considering his strength and size, picked her up and positioned them in a sitting position, her in his lap and facing him, her legs pointing behind him.
His eager enthusiasm waned a tad with her surprise. “Are you all right, my love?” His voice was full of concern.
She showed him how eager she was to keep going by kissing him hard on the mouth, and he was more than happy to oblige. Martha was astounded by how different this felt. Still amazing, but the places that were touched, the sensations she felt as he had full control of their pace, and the feeling of his strong hands gripping tightly to her hips was exhilarating.
Not only did she feel good, but she would realize later that she felt safe in his control. That was a feeling she never experienced before. She doubted she could experience it with anyone else.
She felt the crest building up all over again, much stronger the second time around. “Oh, James! I… I…”
“Together,” was all he could manage, his own concentration lost in the pleasure that they were sharing. As she tumbled over into the deep bliss that came from sharing her marriage bed with the gentleman she loved, she felt her husband follow soon after, hot and deep, and each throb pushing the sensation somehow deeper and to new heights.
They collapsed in each other's arms, breathing and panting heavily. All the waiting had been worth it, in a way. The moment that Martha and James shared was the first true taste of bliss they felt in a long time, and they shared this bliss into the night as the world faded to dark around both of them and sleep took them in the exhaustion that came with the expression of their intimacy.
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Martha awoke a bit disoriented. The room and the sensation of waking against another warm body was not a one she associated with pleasant memories. It took but a brief glance to affirm to her that she was not back with her cad of a first husband. James shared her bed.
