Page 49 of A Lady Igniting Wicked Passions
“Finally, we do not need to hold back our desire for fear of going too far,” he said.
Arabella wordlessly shook her head, not once looking away from his startling jade eyes. Her mind wandered through all their previous encounters and then on to the final culmination of their marriage. The fulfilment of it. The act that would consummate them as husband and wife.
She knew what men and women did. It was impossible to live a country life without being aware of the facts of nature. Particularly, a country life in which horses played a part. Aaron pressed himself closer to her, his arms going about her waist.
She put her arms around his, hugging him tightly to her and looking up at him from beneath. His desire was now obvious. She could feel it as a physical presence against her loins. It was both frightening and exciting.
She raised herself to her tiptoes and kissed him. It began softly and quickly became a raging passion. Arabella opened her mouth against his, tasting him, using her tongue against his and making darting probes into his mouth.
With each response from him she moaned her delight. Aaron bent his head to her neck, biting hard and sucking. Arabella cried out, allowing herself no boundaries but voicing her passion loudly. Even if someone heard, she was with her husband. It was her husband who elicited those cries from her.
Aaron’s hands gripped her buttocks a moment before he lifted her, keeping her pressed against his body. He turned and began to walk to the bed. When he reached it, he turned again, letting it bump against the back of his legs and then falling back.
Arabella squealed her delight as she clung to him. As they bounced on the thick, down filled mattress, she pushed herself up with her hands on his chest. Spreading her legs as much as her skirts would allow, she straddled him. For a moment she sat astride him, hands resting on the rock-hard muscle of his chest, looking down at him.
Then she shook her hair free of the pins that had held the curls in check during the wedding ceremony. They fell about her face and she shook her head to make them bounce, grinning.
Then, she reached for the hem of her skirts and hauled them up along the length of her lower leg to the knee, lifting herself momentarily as she dragged the skirts above her knees, then to her thighs. Beneath she wore white stockings to mid-thigh, held in place by blue garters.
There was nothing else beneath her wedding dress. Aaron realized this with a widening of his eyes as the skirt crept higher, leaving her stockings behind, and revealing the bare flesh of her upper thigh.
“I chose not to wear undergarments,” Arabella said. “I thought you would appreciate the convenience when it came to unwrapping your new toy.”
Aaron’s eyes were afire and he made to sit up but Arabella shoved him down, leaning her weight onto his shoulders to hold him there. His hands swiftly moved along her legs and under her skirts.
She felt him grip her bare buttocks and then, startlingly, he raised one hand to bring it down with a hard slap. She squealed and jumped. He did it again and Arabella laughed in outrage, trying to catch his hands.
But Aaron was too strong. He seized both of her wrists in one of his hands and lifted the other one away from her bare flesh before delivering another spank. It smarted but the warmth that followed was intensely erotic. The anticipation was devilish, making Arabella tense and squirm. She freed one of her hands and plunged it down, coming to rest atop the iron hard bulge at Aaron’s loins.
With swift, firm movements she caressed him and felt his grip lessen as pure joy spread over his face. She watched him fight for control, only to lose it again with each fresh twist of her hand, each new application of pressure. Her other hand came free, and she fumbled with the buttons which secured his breeches.
Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, she slipped her hand inside. This time, Aaron gasped her name. She bit her lip, tingles of pleasure running through her as she touched the very core of his manhood. Aaron shifted her forward, pulling her further up his body until their most intimate parts were close together and then in contact.
He guided her with hands upon her hips, giving her the rhythm of movement that he wanted. With each forward motion she felt his hardness rub against her.
The feeling was indescribably delicious. And almost unbearable. Her body was screaming out to be closer still. To be fully atop him and joined with him. But at the same time, she wanted nothing more than for this foreplay to go on forever.
Her grip slipped further, exploring downwards, and finding more of him to tease. Aaron cried out; teeth gritted against the pleasure she was wringing from him. In his grip, she was lifting higher with each thrust of her hips.
Now, she looked into his eyes and saw the moment. She lowered herself and felt him there. They came together and Arabella was lost to a world of sensation and pleasure.
Chapter 29
Aaron closed the bedroom door as quietly as he could so as not to disturb his wife. That thought was still strange to him. He was now a husband. It was a surreal state, one that he had never really imagined himself to be in.
There was an assumption for every man, almost every man, that part of the natural progression of life involved getting married. But it had always seemed a remote, somewhat academic proposition. Now it was real.
On waking he had experienced a moment of bliss. A recollection of pleasure and desire. The feel of soft skin against his own, warm breath on his neck. For a time, he had lain beside the sleeping Arabella, savouring the sound of her breathing and the feel of her naked body next to him.
Then, his mind had begun to circle to the problems that had been occupying it before the wedding. Like a buzzard circling above the carcass of an animal, his mind returned to the worries of the previous few days.
Money, or lack thereof. Debts belonging to Blakehill and to himself. Creditors who would go to the magistrates if not paid, and one in particular who would not be so polite. That Blakehill had sort the assistance of such a rogue angered Aaron.
It left him, and by extension, Arabella exposed. A duke could flee a man like that. It would be relatively easy for Aaron to take a ship for America and lose himself in its vastness, if he were content to give up the privileges of his rank.
But a married man had an obligation to his wife and Aaron would not put Arabella through that. Flight would never be an option. Payment was the only option that would satisfy the Black Eel. And the one thing that Aaron did not have the means to do.
Eventually, consumed by his anxieties he had slipped from the bed and, putting on a dressing gown, had quietly left the room. The house was stirring. Aaron could hear the servants going about their business elsewhere in the house.
