Page 81 of A Bride for the Wicked Duke

Next, Gerald grabbed at the skirt of her dress, lifting it up and exposing her thighs. She was still on her back, but she spread her legs for him, tempting him with her womanhood. She could feel how moist it was. How warm and how wet. No doubt Gerald could feel it too.

He grinned and lowered his head, starting to kiss up her thighs…

“Wait.” She stopped him and his head popped up, confusion in his eyes. “No, I don’t want that.”

“You… you don’t.”

“Well, I do,” she giggled. “But when I said I wanted you, I meant it.” A raised eyebrow and he understood completely. “Now, give him to me.”

Gerald’s smile was wicked, but he knew what to do. On his knees, he grabbed under her thighs and lifted her toward him. She spread her legs and arched her back. Heart racing. Nerves rising. Anticipation building like nothing she had ever experienced before. She closed her eyes andfeltGerald. His fingers tracing her thighs. His manhood stroking the outside of her lips. He teased her. Gentle as he pressed against her womanhood, dipping it in then rubbing it. Not wanting to rush the moment.

“Stop teasing me…” she moaned.

“Stop telling me what to do,” he shot back.

“Is this another lesson?” she joked, then moaned as she felt him press against her.

“No, no,” he said. “The time for lessons is over.” And that was when he entered her.

Her eyes shot open and grew wide. Her breath left her. Her body turned stiff and rigged, writhing and shaking as she felt Gerald’s member slow but surely entering her. Deeper and deeper. She opened to him. He stretched her. She moaned… bit her lip… held her breath… and still he continued to slide in deeper.

“Gerald…”

“Almost…” He breathed, still on his knees as he pushed himself in as far as he could go. When she felt his stomach against her, that was when she knew he was ready.

She could not describe how it felt exactly. Just that it was like a part of her that was always missing was finally found. She felt whole with him in her, complete in a way she hadn’t known she needed. Her breathing was heavy. Her body was shaking. But oh, how she loved it.

Gerald fell forward then, kissing her on the lips fully as he began to thrust.

She grabbed his head and held him to her, kissing him back; wet and sloppy. Gerald’s thrusts were steady at first. Slow and well-paced. Careful not to hurt or shock her. But as she grew more wet and more open, he began to increase his speed and tempo and the force behind each movement.

“Oh…” she moaned, throwing back her head, shutting her eyes, letting the pleasure roll over her. “There… yes… do not… Gerald!”

Long, deep thrusts. Hard and fast. He moved to her breathing. He kept pace with her demands. His hands were under her thighs. Then they were under her buttocks. Then they were around her breasts. He ravished her with his hands as he filled her with his manhood. And as he did, she felt it coming.

It was a pressure in her stomach that threatened to burst. It started to grow and spread. It reached her thighs and touched her heart. It swept over her body so that she thought she might explode. Her breathing increased. Her body began to shake. She could hardly stand it!

“Gerald… I am… I am… Oh… do not… keep… God!”

As she felt herself about to explode, so did Gerald begin to increase his pace. His thrusts became shorter and sharper. He stopped fondling her, burying his head in her chest as his body pressed on her.

“Aurelia… I am… are you…. ready…”

“Yes!” she cried out as the pressure took her, opened her, devoured her so that she left that room, that house, the earth it seemed. Suspended in mid-air, not of her body, it spasmed as she tried to push Gerald away, while never wanting him to leave her.

“Urgh… Aurelia… I am… urgh!” Gerald threw back his head and roared as he exploded inside her. And shefeltit. His member throbbing. His seed filling her so that it spilled out of her and dripped down her thighs. She closed her legs around him, holding him there, keeping him close, and he fell on her, kissing her lips and neck and anywhere his lips could find.

And then, for a few minutes after it was done, nothing was said. Gerald remained inside of her, arms wrapped her, head rested on her chest, a silence that was comfortable and right.

“Gerald…” Aurelia said after some time as her body began to cool.

“Yes?” he lifted his head to look at her.

“I love you.” Such a simple phrase, but one that she felt needed to be voiced. Now, tomorrow, forever.

He smiled and she felt it in her heart. “And I love you.”

“And don’t you forget it,” she shot back, to which he laughed and then leaned in to kiss her.

It was done. Aurelia was married to the duke. They had lain together as man and wife. Confirmation in so many ways that they were perfect for one another. It had not always been that way, for once they were as different creatures as could be thought to exist in this world. But that was all a lie.

This right here was real. What would come in the future, it did not matter. Good or bad, so long as they were together, Aurelia knew she would be happy. Another truth. Just as she knew Gerald would be also. She had never wanted a happily ever after. Truthfully, she had never thought that she deserved one. Now that she had her own, Aurelia couldn’t imagine her life ending any other way.

The End?