Dealing With Discipline by Golden Angel Page A

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