Dealing With Discipline (11 page)

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Hugh asked,
nuzzling his mouth over her ear and licking at the soft lobe.
 Irene moaned, unable to stop herself, as a shudder went
through her body.  Her hands clutched at the bunched fabric of
her gown, trying to pull it downwards, but Hugh didn't let her.
 "I want to see you."

"No, please..." she begged, looking up at him
and Hugh sighed as he looked at her and saw the consternation in
her expression.  "I can't... it's so immodest!"

He laughed, but he also stopped trying to tug
up the rest of her gown.  "Very well sweetheart,  you may
leave the gown right here.  I will push it no higher and you
will push it no lower."

Irene might have protested, but then Hugh
pressed his hot, wet open mouth to her neck, licking at the
sensitive skin there and she found herself moaning and writhing,
her hands automatically coming up again to press against his chest
as he shifted more of his weight atop her.  Almost feverishly,
she wondered at his compromise when he obviously wanted her to be
as nude as he was; she had half-anticipated that he would force the
issue.  Instead he was letting her retain a bit of her modesty
and she was grateful for it. 

She needed that thin shield between them,
because she was fast losing herself to the mindless pleasure that
his hands and mouth were igniting within her.  Only she found
that it wasn't enough to protect her.  Hugh's hands cupped her
breasts through the gossamer material, squeezing gently and her
insides spasmed in response.  Nothing had ever felt so good...
at least, not until he lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked
it into his mouth, his tongue laving over the fabric and rubbing it
against her sensitive nub.  Crying out, Irene found herself
clutching Hugh's head to her bosom, her back arching as she thrust
her breasts up towards him.  

What was happening to her?
 She'd had no idea that the force of her strange reactions to
Hugh could ever turn into something like
this
.  Completely out of
control, she couldn't stop the sounds coming from her mouth or her
legs from spreading as he settled his weight between them.  It
felt good to have him there, right somehow, and she found her hips
lifting and rubbing against him as his mouth attended to her other
nipple.  Looking down she could see the outline of her hard
nipple clearly through the wet fabric, just as his fingers closed
around it, his mouth already suckling at its twin.
 

In that moment she gave up and gave herself
over to the vortex that was sucking her under.  It was useless
to fight and she no longer had the strength.  Sinking into the
pleasure that Hugh was creating inside of her body, Irene clung to
him as she felt his fingers stroke intimately between her legs.
 The fire inside of her leaped in response.  Her hips
moved up and down as his fingers touched her in ways that he
shouldn't, but that felt so good she couldn't bring herself to
protest. 

Then something hot and hard nudged
her where his fingers were and Irene moaned, thrusting her hips
upwards, seeking more.  

"I'm sorry," Hugh whispered in her ear, and
before she could ask what for his own hips were thrusting forward
and something stung her had between her legs.  She cried out
in pain, blinking tears from her eyes as she felt something rip,
clinging to her husband in shock.  Hugh murmured comforting
words into her ear, soothing her with his hands.  "It's over
now... that's the only time it will hurt, I promise."

Moaning, Irene shifted beneath him, trying to
get away from the hard rod that was pressing slowly inside of her.
 The sharp pain had subsided almost immediately but it was
replaced by this strange ache as something pushed into her.
 Looking down, Irene realized that Hugh was pushing that
strange appendage into her body.  Her eyes widened.

"Hugh, no, it's too big!" she
cried out.  Surely something that large couldn't fit inside of
her. If only she hadn’t seen him before, she wouldn’t be so
frightened now!

"Shhh, sweetheart, it's alright,"
he said soothingly, lowering his head to kiss her.

She wanted to tell him that
it wasn't alright, that he was wrong and his
thing
 couldn't possibly fit
inside of her body, but his mouth muffled her protest.
 

Lifting his body slightly from
hers he slipped a hand down between them to rub her wetness along
her pleasure bud.  He could feel the stiffness of her body
beneath his and he knew that she needed to relax if she was going
to find any enjoyment from their coupling.  It would also give
him time to gather his control as the wet heat of her body clasped
him so tightly.  Although he regretted the necessary pain of
divesting his wife of her maidenhead, the surge of masculine
triumph that he'd felt in breaking that barrier had been both
unexpected and extremely erotic. 

Now her sheath rippled around him, squeezing
him in a way that he'd never experienced before and it was all he
could do to hold himself still inside of her.  Giving her time
to adjust before he fully breached her body. 

As he rubbed the pads of his fingers over her
clit, his mouth devouring hers, he could feel her begin to respond
to him again.  Her inner muscles relaxed, the stiffness of her
limbs softening, and her fingers stopped pushing at his chest and
began to move in small circles through his wiry hairs again.
 A woman's soft submission, everything he could desire and
more as she began to move her hips slightly, rubbing herself
against his insistent fingers. 

Hugh hadn't lied to her; the
pain had receded almost completely, especially once he'd begun to
use his fingers on her again.  While some small part of her
insisted that she shouldn't enjoy him touching her
there
, the pleasure was
far too great for her to heed that voice.  When he began to
push into her, deeper, joining them further, she could feel her
body welcoming him in.

To her utter surprise, he truly did fit inside
of her.  She could feel it when his body met hers, fused
together at their centers, and her insides squeezed around him.
 It felt as if he was so deeply inside of her that she
shouldn't have been able to hold him, and yet magically she did.
 

"Irene..." Hugh breathed her name
into her ear, his arms holding her, cradling her almost now that he
was fully sheathed inside of her.  "God... Irene... you feel
so good around my cock... you have no idea how good you feel,
sweetheart."

He kissed her again, drinking her in, and she
wrapped his arms around her neck as she dazedly took in the new
word.  A cock... Hugh's cock was inside of her.

And it felt very, very
good. 

Then he began to move and everything Irene had
already experienced was downgraded by the sheer intimacy of it, the
heady pleasure that lurched through her.  Now his body was
pressing against that same sensitive spot that his fingers had
rubbed, a fizzing need burgeoning every time their flesh connected.
 Irene whimpered and cried out, spreading her legs to take him
deeper, harder, clinging to him as he moved above her.  His
own masculine groans seemed to vibrate through her, urging her
onward to something that hovered just out of reach... something
that she desperately desired without even knowing what it
was. 

Feeling Irene coming alive in his arms, her
throaty cries, the erotic undulating of her body against his, and
the snug haven of her quim was almost more than Hugh could bear.
 He was the first man to touch her in this way, to teach her
passion and pleasure, and he would be the only man to do so if he
had anything to say about it.  Their marriage might have been
brokered by their parents, but he'd desired her from the very
beginning and now that he had her in his arms, now that he was
buried as deeply inside of her as he could go, he knew that he
would never be completely sated.  Irene set him on fire and he
was thrilled beyond measure that she had accepted their sleeping
situation because he was determined to have her in his bed every
night and every morning.   

Thrusting deeply into her welcoming body, he
slid his hands behind her back, lifting her hips so that he could
press himself into her completely.  Her splayed legs wrapped
around him, urging him to greater heights of effort, and he used
one hand to press against her coppery mound and rub his thumb over
her clit.  Her response was electric.

She writhed before him, hands
clutching at the pillows as she came.  A hot flush spread over
her face and chest, her upturned nipples puckered and bouncing as
her breasts jiggled.  He rubbed her little pearl hard and
fast, feeling her insides spasming around him in ecstatic
convulsion. 

Irene had no idea what was happening to her,
she only knew that she was shattering apart into a million pieces,
but in a good way, in a wonderful way.  Her body was bursting
with sensation, her core full and tingling as her journey towards
that indefinable need was finally completed and Hugh's clever
fingers satisfied her completely.  

Then he was on top of her again, thrusting,
his weight pressing her down into the bed.  Her sensitive
feminine folds were ablaze with sensation, still burning from the
heights of rapture that he'd brought her to, and so she continued
to ripple around him as he took his pleasure in her soft wetness.
 A particularly hard thrust had her crying out again, her body
tightening around the length of him, and she felt something inside
of her throb.  Holding himself completely sheathed inside of
her, Hugh groaned with ecstasy as he spilled his seed, filling her
womb with the frothy liquid. 

For a moment his weight
rested fully atop her as Irene slowly came back to her senses;
crushing her, but in a way that she almost enjoyed.  Never in
her life had she felt so intimately connected to someone, as if
she
belonged
there. 
  Her arms remained
around Hugh's neck as he pulled back gently, looking down at her
with his stunning blue eyes and kissing her lips, her cheeks, her
forehead.  Warmth spread through her at the tenderness of his
touch and for once the disturbing reactions he always stirred in
her body were absent.  She was able to just enjoy his obvious
appreciation and gestures of affection, clinging to him a bit as
she kissed him back. 

The strangest feeling was of him slipping away
from inside of her and she found herself feeling rather
disappointed as he pulled his body away, disrupting their
connection. 

"Beautiful, Irene..." Hugh
murmured, kissing her again.  "You were perfect."

"Was that... was that the marriage
act?" Irene asked shyly.  She didn't want him to laugh at her,
but she wanted to know.  Hugh didn't laugh, although he
certainly looked amused as he peered down at her.

"Yes sweetheart, that was
the marriage act." There was a hint of laughter in his voice but it
wasn't cruel laughter and it didn't feel as though he was mocking
her, so Irene relaxed.  
Then her brow
wrinkled.  Hugh smoothed a finger over it.  "Is something
wrong?"

"It wasn't at all what I thought
it would be." There had been the pain, but it had been swift and
not nearly as bad as she thought, and after that there had been
quite a bit of pleasure. She hadn’t been bored once.

This time he did laugh and Irene blushed.
 His weight shifted on top of her and a little shiver of
pleasure slid through her, causing her eyes to blink rapidly.
 When she looked up at Hugh again he was smiling rather
smugly.  

"What did you think it was going
to be?"

"Awful."  

She said the first thing that came
to her mind.  Somehow this intimacy, being in his arms, made
it easier for her to be herself.  Especially now that she
wasn't becoming dizzy or breathless or anxious just because of his
presence. Plus, she wanted to make him laugh again, and he seemed
to enjoy her honesty.

The shaking laugh that he gave this time
vibrated through her and she smiled up at him.  He was so
handsome when he laughed, not quite so angelic or predatory
looking, instead he looked carefree and rather boyish.  Not
nearly as intimidating. 

"Then I am glad to defy your expectations," he
said teasingly, landing another kiss on her mouth.  Irene
opened her lips for him, kissing him back as she was learning to
do, and she felt Hugh's body rock against hers and she
moaned.

He pulled away reluctantly,
shaking his head.  "You're going to be too sore to do that all
over again, sweetheart."

"We can perform the marital act more than
once?" she asked, rather shocked. 

Hugh laughed again.  He was
not at all used to virginal pillow talk, certainly not the way
Irene did it.  Although her questions were quite a bit more
brazen than he was accustomed to hearing from her, he rather
enjoyed that she obviously felt comfortable enough with him to ask
them.  He was going to thoroughly enjoy educating her on the
pleasures of engaging in said act.

"We can make love as many times as we wish,"
he informed her.  "But you will be sore tonight and I want you
to enjoy our couplings."

"I did enjoy it..." Irene
hesitated for a moment but her natural curiosity overcame her
reticence.  "Is that what it's called? Making love or
coupling?"