Page 49 of The Baroness of Sin
Now that the moment was a little less heated, and the golden radiance of sunrise filled the room, she wanted to take a better look his naked form.
Not surprisingly, James was muscular. It would have taken some impressive trickery of clothes to create an illusion of James’ build. No, he was all muscle, something that Martha didn’t necessarily look for in a husband but was happy to admire, since she had the opportunity.
She smiled to herself with a mixture of pride and embarrassment when she saw the scratch marks that traced his shoulders and upper arms, sure that they continued onto his back.
Admiring James reignited the fire within her that had been quenched last night. Desire had always been a funny ailment in Martha’s mind. The more she fed it, the hungrier it seemed to grow. Still, this had become a non-issue. Now she could indulge that hunger, that fire, whenever she wanted, couldn’t she?
She saw no reason to stop herself now, at least.
Her hands gently traced over his muscular thighs and up to grasp him once more. He felt heavy in her hands, despite not being at his readiest yet. He was quick to change in her hands though, despite not being fully awake. He had begun to stir the moment she started touching him, but only now that she had grown more earnest in her squeezing and massaging did he start to fully awaken.
“Martha?” his voice was more sleepy than confused. “Didn’t expect you to be this interested upon awakening. Not even a little breakfast first?” He was taunting her but that didn’t do anything to discourage her touching.
In turn, she answered with her mouth but not out loud. The sensation of his warmth and fullness was something she had relished last time she had the opportunity to treat him to such and had been eagerly awaiting her next opportunity. James looked happy as he slowly became more and more awake, apparently more than content with his new wife’s choice on how to awaken her husband the day after their wedding.
“James, take me. Take and show me you want me,” Martha begged him, and James was keen to oblige her every desire, especially this one. Over and over, long into the morning, they entangled themselves, exhaustion proving to have little effect on the long-stoked fires of their desire. Each time one of them thought they had finally reached their physical limit, the other would do something to ignite them all over. A kiss here, a lick there, a bite, and the whole affair would begin again with renewed vigor.
James showed Martha each and every technique he knew for the bedroom, and they even discovered a few new ones together. In exchange, Martha was an eager pupil, soaking up every morsel offered to her with robust enthusiasm. It was true that they ignited one another, but Martha was the match to James’ tinder.
Eventually, and with just a hint of embarrassment, they realized that they had lost a good portion of the morning and some of the afternoon as well. It was with a tad more embarrassment that they realized a meal had been left outside the door for them.
“I am a bit ashamed that I got carried away,” James confessed as they ate the bread and cheese that had been left on a tray. “I had intended to arrange our honeymoon this morning, but it would seem that my urges got the best of me.”
“Are you saying that I should be ashamed as well, James, because I shared those urges with you?” she tutted coyly.
“Not at all my dear. It's just as the gentleman…” he began.
“As the gentleman, you are responsible for only half of the arrangement. I would not participate, if I didn’t fully want to in return. I may allow many things in the bedroom, James, but I am my own lady at all times. And that includes when I participate in things we are, wickedly I might add, guilty of together.”
He smiled, taking her lecture in good nature but to heart at the same time. “Of course, my love.”
“Now, circling back, what was this about a honeymoon?” she asked in faux nonchalance.
Epilogue
“But why can’t I come with you?” Amanda groaned and kicked her feet as she sat on the end of her bed. James stood in front of her and addressed her directly while Martha milled about behind him, getting clothes and such ready for a trip.
“This is our honeymoon, little one. It’s a trip just for Mamas and Papas. After you get married you go on a special trip to celebrate, just the two of you.” James explained very patiently, even though it was the third time he had answered this question. He wasn’t bothered; he could understand why his daughter was upset.
“That doesn’t seem fair at all,” she huffed and kicked the bed.
James was about to say more, when he felt the gentle touch of his wife from behind him.
“Now, Amanda sweetie, I know you feel that way now. Consider though that you will get married someday. I am sure you wouldn’t want your father and me to come on your special trip,” Martha explained.
Amanda seemed to think about this long and hard. “I guess not.”
“And your Aunt Emma will be here. Don’t you want to get to know your new aunt? I think that sounds like a lot of fun,” Martha said encouragingly.
“I suppose. I would rather be playing with Mama Martha,” Amanda admitted while she pouted. James smiled, and Martha sat next to her and put an arm around the young girl. “I appreciate that my little one, and I promise we are going to have so much time to play when we get back.”
“Really?” Amanda asked, giving her new mother a teary wide-eyed look.
“Most certainly,” she said and kissed her daughter on the forehead. “Now why don’t you go on and make a list of all the fun things you will do while we are gone. I am sure thinking of it will cheer you up.”
The young lady nodded eagerly and hopped off the bed, practically skipping out of the room.
“Very skillfully handled, my darling,” James said, his voice filled with admiration. “You’ve taken to motherhood with exceptional skill. More than exceptional, even.”
