hand, fingers moistened still from their foray into her magical sheath, his brow furrowed, his lip bit, until he exploded his manly seed upon her soft belly, and collapsed upon her, the hot, wet mess pressed between their bodies.
He laid on top of her for a moment, their breathing rough until it met in tandem with their slowing heartbeats. She tentatively reached up, caressed his face and hair for a moment, and he moved off of her.
She slid off of the bed, her legs weak and quaky, she reached the ewer of water and poured some over a towel. Wiping off her belly and rinsing the towel again, she returned to the bed, and gently applied the towel to George's bits and pieces. His breath quickened again, and he took the towel from her, cleaning himself, he opened his arms wide and pulled her back on to the bed at his side.
George wrapped his arms around her and pulled the sheet up over their naked bodies. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, goosebumps were forming on Ramona's arms, she burrowed against him, with her back to him, and found herself falling asleep, suddenly exhausted from the unusual activity.
Chapter Ten
When Ramona awoke she was alone. The room was full of light. She sat up in surprise. Falling asleep in one unfamiliar bed the night before and waking up in yet another. Then she remembered, how could she forget? Her body still felt strangely electrified and her face was set in a permanent grin. Still she blushed as she jumped out of bed and went digging around on the rug for her discarded nightdress. Slipping it over her head, she tried the panel between rooms and opened it quietly. She saw her new bedroom in the morning light, it seemed lovelier today, was it the sunlight or the events of the previous night playing on a loop in her mind. She had shared a bed with her husband. She felt elated.
She rang for Melanie. A hot bath was brought while she waited wrapped in a big blanket by the freshly kindled fire. The morning chill was biting. She smiled to herself, to the fire, she sang a little in delight, Shim sham mcgee foovia mcwhat what howsit woo , her voice rising attractively with her delightful lyrical genius.
Oh how lovely she sounded and felt. Outside in the hall, George heard her beautiful voice and felt a strange feeling. A pleasure at it, to be sure, but also a regret. How close the night before had he come to consummating their marriage for real? It was a wonderful night, probably the most pleasurable he had ever enjoyed that so involved his own hand, and yet, he had the feeling it could not go on like that. It was almost painful, the desire he felt just to go ahead and sheathe his incredible man sword to the hilt in the beautiful garden between her shapely thighs. He found himself scowling. It was a bad idea. It was such an exquisitely beautiful amazingly delicious bad idea.
He walked on, past Ramona's door where he could still hear her inspiring voice lifted in song, "Sham a lamm a woo woo fally boop mow mow fipple wrangler so so flee!" it came, clear as a bell.
Ramona bathed in the hot, delightfully scented waters and chose a particularly lovely dress from her wedding trousseau to greet this, her first day as the mistress of Loathewood, Duchess of Blusterfuss, Ramona Flanders. Melanie was skilled at hairdressing, and Ramona's incredibly long locks were tamed, pulled and teased into a tight and shiny pile of tidy, practical curls and buns atop her small head.
Her dress was a yellow cream, pulling together the honey color of her hair and the milky shade of her deliciously soft skin, she looked almost like a vision. She wore no jewelry but a band of gold and the sapphire engagement ring that George had given to her in more terrible times.
"Well, Melanie," she said, "You have met some of the servants, have you not? What can you tell me about Loathewood?"
"Well, Your Grace, there are many servants. I have never seen so many. I am sharing a room
He laid on top of her for a moment, their breathing rough until it met in tandem with their slowing heartbeats. She tentatively reached up, caressed his face and hair for a moment, and he moved off of her.
She slid off of the bed, her legs weak and quaky, she reached the ewer of water and poured some over a towel. Wiping off her belly and rinsing the towel again, she returned to the bed, and gently applied the towel to George's bits and pieces. His breath quickened again, and he took the towel from her, cleaning himself, he opened his arms wide and pulled her back on to the bed at his side.
George wrapped his arms around her and pulled the sheet up over their naked bodies. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, goosebumps were forming on Ramona's arms, she burrowed against him, with her back to him, and found herself falling asleep, suddenly exhausted from the unusual activity.
Chapter Ten
When Ramona awoke she was alone. The room was full of light. She sat up in surprise. Falling asleep in one unfamiliar bed the night before and waking up in yet another. Then she remembered, how could she forget? Her body still felt strangely electrified and her face was set in a permanent grin. Still she blushed as she jumped out of bed and went digging around on the rug for her discarded nightdress. Slipping it over her head, she tried the panel between rooms and opened it quietly. She saw her new bedroom in the morning light, it seemed lovelier today, was it the sunlight or the events of the previous night playing on a loop in her mind. She had shared a bed with her husband. She felt elated.
She rang for Melanie. A hot bath was brought while she waited wrapped in a big blanket by the freshly kindled fire. The morning chill was biting. She smiled to herself, to the fire, she sang a little in delight, Shim sham mcgee foovia mcwhat what howsit woo , her voice rising attractively with her delightful lyrical genius.
Oh how lovely she sounded and felt. Outside in the hall, George heard her beautiful voice and felt a strange feeling. A pleasure at it, to be sure, but also a regret. How close the night before had he come to consummating their marriage for real? It was a wonderful night, probably the most pleasurable he had ever enjoyed that so involved his own hand, and yet, he had the feeling it could not go on like that. It was almost painful, the desire he felt just to go ahead and sheathe his incredible man sword to the hilt in the beautiful garden between her shapely thighs. He found himself scowling. It was a bad idea. It was such an exquisitely beautiful amazingly delicious bad idea.
He walked on, past Ramona's door where he could still hear her inspiring voice lifted in song, "Sham a lamm a woo woo fally boop mow mow fipple wrangler so so flee!" it came, clear as a bell.
Ramona bathed in the hot, delightfully scented waters and chose a particularly lovely dress from her wedding trousseau to greet this, her first day as the mistress of Loathewood, Duchess of Blusterfuss, Ramona Flanders. Melanie was skilled at hairdressing, and Ramona's incredibly long locks were tamed, pulled and teased into a tight and shiny pile of tidy, practical curls and buns atop her small head.
Her dress was a yellow cream, pulling together the honey color of her hair and the milky shade of her deliciously soft skin, she looked almost like a vision. She wore no jewelry but a band of gold and the sapphire engagement ring that George had given to her in more terrible times.
"Well, Melanie," she said, "You have met some of the servants, have you not? What can you tell me about Loathewood?"
"Well, Your Grace, there are many servants. I have never seen so many. I am sharing a room
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