Her Beguiling Bride (6 page)

Sinewy muscle combined with feminine softness to create artistic angles which formed an incongruous beauty no other woman Belle knew possessed. Small, tight breasts with peach-colored nipples looked ripe to be sucked and touched. Alice’s lean torso did not taper much at the waist or hips. A scar marred her thigh where she’d been wounded, but Belle loved every wonderful inch of Alice’s body.

Both naked, they were once again two women who needed no words to communicate. Alice joined Belle on the bed and moved over her. Nipples brushed nipples. Hips ground against hips. Their lips met and locked. Passion bloomed between Belle’s legs, and she rocked upward to roll her pubic mound against her lover’s. She could never quite get enough of Alice’s expert fingers or her wicked tongue. Belle’s tongue watered to taste the sweetness between her lover’s legs for a second time today, but all rational thought fled when Alice’s lips found and nibbled Belle’s earlobe.

Belle mewled helplessly as fingers found and plucked one of her nipples. The combination of ear nuzzling and the torturous tension on her teat sent hot desire winding straight to her clitoris.

“Spread your legs.” Alice’s voice was hot against Belle’s ear.

Belle complied, opening her thighs as her lover’s hand dipped between them and began to stroke. The insistent touch inflamed Belle’s desire and left her writhing and wanting more. Fingertips brushed over her clitoris and teasingly traced each fold, but when Belle lifted her hips to invite the finger inside, she was denied. Wetness gathered in her channel and spilled down the cleft of her ass. She burrowed her fingers into Alice’s short auburn hair, holding her head captive as her mouth latched on to Belle’s nipple. “Don’t tease me.” Belle wriggled, desperately needing—wanting—the finger to delve inside her passage.

Alice’s only response was to close her hands over Belle’s wrists and push them upward toward the spindles of the headboard. Instinctively Belle’s fingers curled around the smooth wooden rungs.

Alice wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Hold on, sweetheart. And don’t let go.”

Belle’s heart began to drum so hard she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. She clutched the spindles as Alice embarked on a slow, thorough trek down her torso. Wet kisses peppered Belle’s collarbone. Each breast received attention. Deep, sucking kisses plumped her nipples, leaving her tingling and shaking.

Alice’s gaze found hers as she slid lower still to trace Belle’s navel with the tip of her tongue. Belle’s hips rolled in reaction. She bit her bottom lip and forced herself to keep her eyes open.

Alice was on her knees, her head lowered as she nuzzled and kissed and nipped lightly. Her back dipped before sloping upward to create the most beautiful, feminine angles. Ivory skin gleamed in the lamplight when Alice shifted to move even lower.

Belle’s breathing hitched, and she opened her thighs a fraction wider. Alice chanced one more glance before her face disappeared into the dark curls concealing Belle’s sex.

Expelling the breath, Belle gripped the headboard. Her muscles tensed, and her spine arched off the bed. “Sweet Lord,” she muttered as a warm tongue eased through her folds, seeking, tasting—
oh there. Yes.

Everything grew hazy, and Belle struggled to keep her world in focus. Alice’s tongue penetrated her opening and flicked mercilessly. Belle whimpered. Her nails clawed at the wooden spindles. Just when she thought release hovered near, Alice pressed a chaste kiss to Belle’s clit and lifted her head.

“Please,” Belle ground out through clenched teeth.

One hand loosened, and Alice smacked Belle’s bottom. “I told you not to let go.”

“Please, Alice. Please…”

But Alice only grinned as she straddled Belle’s hips and walked up the bed on her knees. “I’m going to ride your pretty mouth.” Alice snatched a handful of Belle’s hair and tugged her head until Belle’s mouth came in contact with the softness between her lover’s legs.

At once, Belle sucked at the juicy slit, the ripe clitoris, Alice’s thigh. One taste had set her aflame, and although her own pleasure had been temporarily denied, Belle was content to partake of her lover’s lush sex. Alice sank even lower, grinding her flesh against Belle’s lips, tongue, and teeth. Belle could scarcely breathe, but she drank in the clean scent and sweet taste of her lover’s cunny.

Her hands ached to let go, to smooth over Alice’s thighs and hips, but Belle did as she’d been bidden. Alice clutched the headboard too and used it as leverage to rock furiously against Belle’s mouth. It was too much. Too hard. But something took hold of Belle, and she licked her lover with impatient strokes.

Alice’s thighs quivered. Her breathing grew ragged, harsh. “God, love. God…”

She couldn’t stand it any longer. Belle let go and seized Alice’s hips, holding her impossibly closer as she devoured her cunny until Alice trembled. The muscles in her thighs and buttocks jerked. A gush of nectar spilled onto Belle’s tongue, and when Alice’s muscles relaxed, Belle continued to lovingly lave the swollen bud between her lips.

Finally Alice lifted herself off only to stretch out over Belle’s body and capture her mouth. Belle opened her lips, letting Alice taste the sweetness of her own cunny.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, exploring each other’s mouths and sucking at one another’s lips. Alice lifted her head and skimmed her hand down Belle’s body and she gazed into her eyes.

Belle’s heart skipped a beat as Alice’s finger pushed inside her passage. Love and physical lust mingled into a perfect blend that left Belle without a doubt she’d love this woman for the rest of her life.

Every inch of the finger awakened already sensitized tissue. Belle struggled to prolong her pleasure, but any moment she would no longer be able to contain it. She would explode. Alice’s shoulder dipped, and the finger slid in deeper, the tip caressing the little pad of flesh within that drove Belle wild.

A second finger teased the sensitive aperture below, threatening entry. Still holding Alice’s gaze, Belle lifted her bottom, inviting the finger inside.

A little smile played on Alice’s lips as she nudged her fingertip against the opening and then slid it as far in as she could reach.

Belle clung to her lover’s shoulders as she spread wide to receive as much as she could. The two fingers in two separate passages filled her with a sense of total sexual completeness. The finger in her ass wriggled as the one in her cunny stroked, and Belle lost her battle to draw out the pleasure. She expelled a breath as a rushing wave of bliss crashed over her and carried her to the heavens. Her lashes fluttered shut, and brilliant stars flashed behind her eyelids. Alice’s body countering Belle’s was the only thing, it seemed, that anchored her to the earth.

When the last vestige of ecstasy eddied away, Belle blinked her eyes open. She cupped Alice’s cheek. “We’re married.”

“Yes, we are.” Alice kissed her again. This kiss, however, was no soft, sweet peck on the lips. This kiss was a claiming that spoke to Belle soul-deep. It reached that place where she knew this relationship, although taboo in the eyes of society, was right and good and whole.

Peace descended on her, but her sense of serenity was short-lived.

Alice ended their kiss and moved down Belle’s body. “You’d better hold on to that headboard again,” Alice said with a promising smirk.

Once more, Belle curled her fingers around the wooden spindles at the head of the bed.

Epilogue

Alice straightened and wiped her perspiration-drenched brow with the back of her sleeve. Cotton blanketed the rolling fields for as far as she could see. Farther up the way, Chester and a band of field hands who’d returned to Rattle and Snap after the war sang as they filled their sacks with cotton.

And on the other side of the field, Tommy picked cotton from his wheeled chair while other neighbors worked the patch for a share of the profits.

A sense of pride swelled in Alice’s breast when she remembered how she and Belle had gone to visit Tommy and had insisted that his participation was invaluable to them. He’d said he wouldn’t leave his room, but the very next day, Granny had driven her wagon to Rattle and Snap with Tommy seated on the buckboard.

They’d had the best crop since Alice had lived on the plantation. Marrying Belle had indeed solved all their problems. As it turned out, Phineas Ryan, the man whose life Alice had saved near Decatur, had ties with the officer in charge of tariffs on Rattle and Snap. When Alice asked him for a favor, he’d willingly obliged “Mr. and Mrs. O’Malley.”

“Alice!” Belle called, and Alice turned to find her wife wading toward her through the cotton stalks.

Alice waved and let her cotton sack slide to the ground. The early fall breeze played in Belle’s calico skirt and in the ribbons of her white bonnet. She brushed an errant strand of dark hair behind her ear. They’d married that blustery St. Patrick’s Day in Savannah, and Alice would never regret it.

The bond between them had only strengthened that day.

A smile deepened the two dimples in Belle’s cheeks. “I brought you some water. You looked terribly thirsty.” She brandished a tin canteen as she neared.

“Thank you,” Alice told her, taking the canteen and removing the cork before turning it up and guzzling nearly half the contents. She hadn’t realized just how thirsty she was.

Belle took a quick look back at Chester and his crew and then cast a sly glance Alice’s way. “Do you want to go with me to milk the goats?”

A grin played Alice’s lips. “Right now?”

Belle’s gaze slid down to Alice’s boots and back up again. “Right now.”

“We do need to get this cotton in.” Alice inhaled deeply. “But I think I could manage to slip away for a moment or two.” She plugged the cork back in the canteen and put the strap over her shoulder.

Belle slipped her arm through Alice’s and leaned in close so her mouth brushed the sensitive shell of Alice’s ear. A shiver raced up her spine despite the oppressive Georgia heat.

“I’m not wearing any pantalets,” Belle whispered before she broke free and ran toward the goat barn, laughing.

Gratitude filled Alice as, smiling, she followed after Belle. If anyone had told Alice before the war that she’d be farming a plantation in Georgia, she would have scoffed. But here, in the most unlikely of places, Alice had discovered the meaning of home.

The End

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Beguiled

Her Beguiling Bride

Paisley Smith

Paisley Smith is a full time freelance writer and can usually be found in front of her computer writing, chatting, promoting, or plotting.

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Epilogue

Loose Id Titles by Paisley Smith

Paisley Smith