Page 70 of Alessandra (Chisholm Manor #1)

Shyly, the two of them entered their rooms in their Bath accommodation.

When the door was closed behind them, they took a moment to look around their suite, with its small lounge and dining area, and bedroom beyond.

Edward still felt shy, but was so heated he could hardly think.

When he looked at his wife, he found deep inside him a level of eagerness he had not quite felt before.

Once more she approached him, put her arms around him, and kissed him, not holding back on the level of desire she felt.

Leaning against her, Edward finally found his confidence.

He took his time undressing her, indulging in seeing every tiny piece of her skin as it became visible.

As he did so, Alessandra teased him, using her hand to reach out and brush against him.

It was evident he was already very hard and ready. The sensations increased in Edward until he felt like he might not be able to hold back any more from climaxing. Determined to not let that be the case, he held her hand still.

"Alessandra, it has been so long, and I am already on fire.

Please..." he started to say as he removed the last item from her body, and then felt her start to undress him.

It seemed not soon enough that they stood naked together.

He gently pushed her backward into the bedroom and positioned her on her back on the bed. Before joining her, he took a moment to look down on her and take in the beautiful sight before him.

Alessandra held out her arms to him and welcomed him, her own arousal well advanced also.

She kissed him over and over, enjoying the sensations that had been missing since before their last child had been born.

Every part of her body felt like it was longing for him.

She revelled in feeling him start to kiss her everywhere. When he reached her core, with his tongue moving on her, she exploded in orgasm quickly, surprising both of them, and then making her giggle.

Edward slid up her body and kissed her again.

He desperately needed to find relief.

As he looked into her eyes to silently ask what she wanted, he felt her hands on his hips, pulling him closer so he could sink into her.

Alternating between closing his eyes to kiss her, and looking down into her face, he felt the familiar warmth engulf him and immediately shuddered inside of her.

He lay like that for some time, enjoying the sensations flowing through him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw her smiling at him.

Alessandra reached out her hand and stroked his face, alternating this with kissing him briefly on the lips, over and over.

"You are right, Edward.

It has been too long ... and I have missed you too much," she said.

Edward felt his heart sing.

In recent months, the feeling of loneliness had started to creep in, even though he had tried to keep it at bay.

"I have missed you too, Alessandra.

Always I want you," Edward responded.

"I never stop wanting you."

She smiled at him further.

"I feel the same way."

He pulled out of her and lay beside her, pulling the covers over the two of them.

As he pulled her tightly against him, they lay on their sides, looking at one another.

"Thank you for arranging this," he said to her, feeling shy once again.

"I did not want to rush you after the birth."

"I know, and I thank you for always being so considerate toward me, Edward.

We have both become so busy, but we must not let that stop us from being close like this.

I do not want it to stop.

I love you too much."

Edward was overwhelmed in emotion.

Feeling a tear come to his eye, he leaned in and kissed her again before they indulged in a period of much, much slower lovemaking.

Lying back on the bed, both finally feeling sated, Edward laughed.

"Oh my wife, what you do to me!" he said, bringing his arm up and covering his eyes as he lay on his back, making her giggle again.

It was a sound he loved so much.

"I ... we ... must rest!"

Alessandra looked at her husband, pleased to see him happy again after a period of time where everything had seemed so very serious.

Over their 48 hours away together, she did not want him to ponder about the sadness that had occurred, or give thought to any worries around the estate.

She just wanted to scoop him up, hold him close, and reassure him that everything was alright.

Edward pulled his arm down, away from his eyes, and turned to her.

He was still in awe of her as a wife, even with having been married almost four years.

As he thought about the possibility of having made another child, he found himself thinking about Alessandra's hardship with the birth of their son.

Alessandra had watched Edward's face and saw it change.

"What is worrying you, Edward?" she asked, knowing something was weighing on his mind.

"I cannot bear the thought of losing you," he said simply, making her heart swell.

"Why are you thinking about that now, Edward? This is a happy time," she replied.

Edward considered not telling her his concerns, but fought his indecision about it and spoke.

"The last birth was taxing on your body," he said quietly, looking away.

"Edward, during any birth, I could leave this world - but on any day I could leave this world, as could you.

Do not let us think too heavily about it.

We must make the most of the time that we do have together."

"But, do you particularly want to be with child again?" Edward asked.

Alessandra took time to think about that.

"I am happy with the three children that you and I have, and I will be happy if we have more.

I would rather put it in nature's hands if we are meant to keep having children or not.

But if you wish for us not to join anymore..."

"I have always been happy having this time with you, even if we do not join," he said and his mind wandered to the specifics of procreation.

As if reading his mind, Alessandra spoke.

"What if we tried joining without making a child, Edward?"

"Yes," he replied simply, that very possibility having just entered his mind.

They turned on their sides toward one another, with thoughtful looks on their faces.

"The baby-making aspect is your ... juice, is it not?" she asked.

Edward smiled at her terminology and nodded.

"What if you stopped that from being in me?" she continued.

Edward could see difficulty on her face as it became redder and redder before him. "If you ... pulled out of me ... before..."

Edward sensed what she was saying and considered teasing her about her 'beetroot face', as he had heard her call her current discomfort before.

Instead he let it go, not wanting to make her in any way uncomfortable.

"We may have already made a child today," Edward said, his voice almost a whisper.

"Yes, but we also may not have.

Could we perhaps try it?" Alessandra proposed.

"If a child still comes, then we shall embrace them and love them just as we love Elizabeth, Isabella and Charles."

Edward studied her, relieved.

The birth of little Charles had shaken him up and left him concerned about Alessandra being with child every year.

It was a thrilling idea that conception could be avoided while they still enjoyed the excitement and pleasure of moving together.

As he thought that, he saw Alessandra's eyes move and her face light up in a smile once again. He also realised that he had once again become hard.

"Shall we try now, then?" Alessandra asked, smiling at him.

"It might be something we need to work on to perfect, after all."

Edward laughed with her and moved on top of her, nestling between her legs before he slid into her, and moved with her.

When he felt close to climax, he pulled out of her and immediately felt her hand on him, touching him as she had right from their wedding night.

As a result, he climaxed over her belly.

Instead of resting at that point, he moved backwards and let his tongue and lips caress her until a few minutes later, he felt her muscles contract against his mouth. When he came up, he saw her smiling brilliantly at him.

"Should we eat, Husband? This could be a long night," she said with a sly grin.

Edward laughed out loud at her before finally dragging himself out of bed and starting to get dressed.

"Yes, my beautiful wife.

I do believe we may both need some replenishment now!"

They ate out that evening, and enjoyed the feeling of being alone but in society.

It was such a rare thing for them to do.

Edward enjoyed seeing the great appetite his wife exhibited, and her enthusiasm for trying foods she had not tried before.

"Do you think your mother and my father are alright in the manor?" Alessandra asked, more to herself than him, but Edward responded.

"I do.

Mother knows almost every aspect of what has to be done, and even though your father has not run such a large property, he is experienced and knowledgeable about all facets of it," he said and paused for a moment, thinking.

"To be honest, Alessandra, I think it might be good for both of them to have the responsibility.

I know we do not need them to actively do anything, but I think they are both people who would rather not be idle, in body or mind."

"Perhaps we should leave more often then," Alessandra said, giving him a knowing smile that instantly affected him.

In response, he fondly gave her his warning 'do not look at me that way in public' look, which made her laugh softly at him.

"What would you like to do today, my love? Visit the shops? Go and bathe in the Roman Baths?" Edward asked his wife the following morning, after what seemed to him to have been a very long night, and active morning.

Alessandra lifted her head from his chest and looked demurely at him, making Edward laugh once again.

"Or perhaps stay here all day?" he asked, teasing her as he lay on his back, pulling her with him so she was lying on top of him.

Kissing his lips, Alessandra relaxed forward so that she lay along the length of his body.

She felt his hands move to caress her back, hips, buttocks, and back to her neck and shoulders.

Edward didn't touch any part of her that easily aroused her.

Alessandra found herself loving just focusing on all the areas of skin he was caressing.

After a while, she let out a sigh of contentment, which made him smile as he looked at her face.

"You are so beautiful, Alessandra," he said all of a sudden, with seriousness in his voice.

Alessandra looked into his eyes, appreciating how often he told her that, even though she knew she had no prettiness in her whatsoever.

"How would you like to visit your ancestral land in Italy?"

The question came as such a surprise that Alessandra blinked, wondering if she had indeed heard it.

She immediately sat upright, making Edward moan at the sight before him, and forget what he had asked.

His hands automatically reached out and started to caress her breasts, enjoying the shape of them, and how well his hands fitted around them.

Alessandra wanted to question the question, but behind her felt him growing, as she indulged in the feelings once again being awoken in his caresses of her breasts and nipples.

She moved back and over him before lowering down - a move she had not done for many months.

"You must tell me when to stop, Edward," she said huskily, enjoying fully the feelings inside of her.

While she moved up and down on him, he let one hand lightly flick across one nipple, while he moved his other hand down so he could stroke her where he knew she most loved, and heard a loud moan come from her.

The sight before him was breathtaking - the way her body moved and felt, and the look of desire on her face.

When she opened her eyes and looked down at him, he knew he would not last long, but for her was determined to.

He let his mind wander, and his eyes close, so that he would not yet climax. Soon he felt her squeezing him tightly in small bursts as she let out the moan that told him clearly that she had reached orgasm.

"Move off me, Alessandra," he said.

Alessandra immediately pulled off, leaving Edward bare for only a moment before she moved back and he found himself engulfed in her mouth, where he instantly found relief.

He did not know the number of orgasms he'd had in the preceding 24 hours, but could feel that with each one, the intensity was getting stronger, almost to a point where it was unbearable.

It made him resolved that he did indeed need to not stay in that room with his wife for the entire day and night to come.