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“Not quite…” Lysander next grabbed the skirt of her shift and began to lift it up her body.

His fingers traced her thighs lightly, squeezed her bare buttocks roughly, stroked the small of her back so that gooseflesh erupted across her entire body.

She lifted her arms as the shift reached her upper body, freeing herself entirely, her breathing catching to hear the shift drop to the floor by her feet. “Much better,” Lysander said.

She had never been so exposed in front of him. For a brief moment, embarrassment took Margaret, and she moved to cover her breasts.

“I do not think so.” Lysander snatched her hands and pulled them back down. He was still standing behind her, and he stepped into her again, his chin resting on her shoulder and his hands now moving up her body and cupping her breasts fully.

He attacked her neck with his lips as his hands squeezed her breasts. His fingers pinched her nipples. His crotch pressed into her back. He had her against the wall, and all she could do was close her eyes, lean her head back, and give herself over to the pleasure that rippled up her body.

His hands slipped down her waist and toward her thighs. He spread her legs, those same fingers stroking her inner thighs. He ran a finger over the outside of her lips as if to test how wet she was…

“Urgh…” She moaned and very nearly collapsed. “Lysander…”

“Tell me that you’re mine,” Lysander whispered into her ear. “Tell me that I can have you.”

“Mmmm…” she moaned, feeling his fingers dance across the outside of her lips. “And if I say otherwise?”

Her growled. “You would not dare.”

“Try me.”

He laughed again, then bit into her neck as he slipped a finger inside of her.

She gasped and her body turned stiff before spasming and shaking.

Her knees buckled and she fell into the wall, holding her breath and then moaning further as his finger slipped deep inside of her and began to stroke gently.

It sent a pulse through her body, and she raised her right leg so that he could go deeper.

That same finger slid from her and found the bundle of nerves at the top of her womanhood, and when he began to stroke them, she screamed.

“Careful…” He wrapped a hand around her mouth to silence her. “You do not want the girls to hear…” He nibbled her neck, still holding her mouth closed to keep her from screaming. “That would be a very bad influence on them, I think.”

“Ye are the bad influence,” she groaned through his mouth. “On me…”

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back so he could kiss her neck.

She bit her lips, shuddering and shaking as his fingers continued to play with her.

Each time he stroked, she gasped. Each time he slipped inside of her, she moaned deeply.

This was different from the last time. It was more freeing.

More animalistic. More real . Nothing held them back; they gave themselves over entirely to the moment.

When she finally found some semblance of control, Margaret reached behind her and again wrapped her hand around Lysander’s throbbing member. He growled and began to gyrate his hips as she rubbed up and down the outside of his pants.

“You’re teasing me,” he whispered in her ear.

“I am doing nae such thing,” she breathed.

He chuckled and, still with his fingers inside of her, used his spare hand to guide her hand to the buckle that held his pants.

She fumbled, for she could not see what she was doing, but he helped her release it, her pants falling open, a wiggle of the hip, and she heard them fall to the floor.

And if not that, she felt his manhood now sticking into her back as he continued to hold her body close.

One hand around her neck, he lifted her chin so that he could savage her throat. The other, he slipped out of her womanhood, which had her gasping and very nearly demanding that he not stop. Only then did she realize what he was doing.

She could feel him directing his manhood between her thighs.

It was hard and it throbbed as she kept her legs apart, as he stroked it up against her lips.

That same leg rose a little higher, making way as he gently pressed it, threatening to enter her as he continued to kiss and lick and suck anywhere his lips might find.

“Lysander…” Her entire body was shaking. The anticipation was rising. “Please… do it… I want ye… inside of me…”

“Is that an order?”

“If that is what it takes…” She moaned, tore her head free from his grasp, leaning forward now and pushing out her buttocks. “Do it!” she commanded.

She felt his hands grab hold of her waist. For a second, he did nothing, but she could feel him admiring her body.

That turned her on beyond belief, that he would enjoy the sight of her so much.

She wiggled her hips, and he growled again, one hand now slipping between her thighs and testing her wetness.

The anticipation built further. She had never wanted anything more in her life! About to turn back and beg him… Lysander finally bent himself down, raised her leg that little bit further, and entered her for the very first time.

“Oh…” His body went stiff as she felt him inside of her. “Oh…” Her breath caught as he slowly began to slide deeper. “Urgh…” Her pulse quickened, and her body began to shake harder with each inch.

“Careful…” Lysander said as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside of her. “Is that… do you want me to stop?”

“Dae nae you dare!”

He laughed and then thrust himself harder so that every inch of him was buried inside of her. Her eyes widened, and she gasped and then moaned as she wrapped an arm around her body and pulled her back into him. He kissed her neck and licked her ears, and that was when he started to thrust.

They were long and deep thrusts. They moved to the rhythm of her breathing.

Each one sent a pang of pure pleasure through her so that she had to keep herself from screaming.

She could feel him, all of him, as if they were one.

Harder and faster, he started to thrust his hips.

Longer and deeper. One hand on her waist, the other slipped down her front and began to stroke her womanhood again.

“Oh God!” she cried out as the sensation rolled over her body.

“You are perfect…” he growled as he continued to thrust inside of her. “So… perfect… urgh… I can’t… Margaret… God!”

The next few minutes became a blur. Margaret closed her eyes and gave herself over to her husband.

She moaned and she cried out. She groaned and she panted heavily.

The pleasure began to build. It was like a fire gaining heat.

It spread over her, enveloped her entirely, and threatened to consume her like nothing she had ever felt.

“Lysander…” she panted as she felt it about to explode. “I’m… I am…”

“Me too…” he growled as his thrusts became shorter and sharper. More sporadic and determined.

Margaret could not say who finished first. The pressure inside of her suddenly erupted, and she cried out, just as she felt Lysander’s manhood stiffen and throb and explode inside of her.

She felt him filling her with his seed, dripping down her thighs as they shook and quivered and she did everything she could not to collapse.

Lysander’s arms were back around her body, holding her into him, not letting her move or push away.

His thrusts became less intense. His breathing was ragged and heavy.

Her body, still running hot, stopped shaking as the sensation that had taken her lessened.

It did not leave her, however, and she thought it never would.

“Lysander…” She leaned back, eyes closed, radiating pure happiness. “That was… that was…”

“I know,” he breathed heavily. “Something we should have done a long time ago.”

They broke into laughter, and she slowly peeled herself from him, turning around to face her husband.

Her arms wrapped his neck, and she pulled him into a hot and sweaty kiss.

He devoured her lips and her face, his hulking body still pressed into her.

They had made love for the first time, but from the way he kissed her right then, she knew it would not be the last.

Indeed… between her thighs, she felt him stiffen again. She pulled back and frowned. “Really? Already?”

He flashed his eyes mischievously. “If you think you can handle it.”

She laughed and then playfully bit at his face. “Dae nae try and stop me…”

And so it was that they made love a second time.

Weeks worth of teasing and testing the other.

Their want and desire building steadily to a point of absurdity.

The attraction had been there since the very first day, but they had been cautious with it, worried it might make things more confusing. That was no longer an issue.

Man and wife. Both deeply in love. The day was still young, hours left until they had to leave the room for supper, and both Margaret and Lysander became determined to put those hours to good use.

If this is what is in store for the rest of the marriage, it is something I can very much see myself growing used to…

A perfect beginning for what was sure to be a perfect marriage. Margaret had never been so happy.