Lady Helen's Marriage Ch. 02

As Helen was taking off her earrings, the door opened and John entered the room. She smiled at him in the mirror on her vanity. She was tired and relaxed after a wonderful evening. One of their neighbours had given a ball to welcome her. It had been the first larger occasion where she acted as lady of the house, and she found that she enjoyed her new role. She had worn a new dress that was more exquisite than anything she had owned before. Helen came from an old family that had lost its importance, and although their lifestyle had been appropriate for their position in society, her parents had spent their money carefully. Only for her debut in society had her mother allowed her a bigger and nicer wardrobe, and she had this dress made specially for her new life as a wife. John had given her jewellery from his family's collection that complimented her dress perfectly.

He closed the door softly.

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight? Everyone loved you, and I loved showing you off."

She stood up and went to him.

"I did. It was a lovely evening."

She gazed up at him, and he bent down to kiss her.

"I have been waiting to get you out of this dress all night," he murmured.

She chuckled.

"Let me ring for Mary, and she can help me--"

"I already dismissed her."

"What? But I need help with my dress, I cannot take it off myself--"

"I will take it off for you."

She smiled against his lips.

He started undressing her, slowly, piece by piece. Warmth spread all over her body when she felt his touch on her arms, her back, her face. He stole kisses inbetween and she barely noticed how his own clothes came off as well. Finally, they were standing across from each other, each wearing only one last layer of clothes. John started tugging at her shift.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

"I want to see you naked."

She looked at him with wide eyes. For the past several weeks, he had visited her bedroom regularly. He had learned how to touch her and had shown her how he liked to be touched. When they were both ready and wanting, he pushed her on her back, pulled her shift up, and entered her. She knew they both enjoyed it. But they had never been fully naked. No one had ever seen her naked since she had been a child.

"But--the church--"

He chuckled, then said in a low voice: "The church has no place in our bedroom."

"But--is it not... sinful?"

He touched a stiff nipple through the soft material of her shift and she suppressed a shudder.

"It is no sin for a husband and wife to see each other naked. Besides, I have touched you. Been inside you. I know what is under your clothes. I just want to see it."

He pinched her nipple with two fingers, and she let out a helpless breath. This time, she did not protest when he pulled her shift over her head. His own shirt followed, and for the first time they were standing fully naked in front of each other. They kissed again, and his hands started roaming across her body. She put her hands on his shoulders. He first touched her breasts, reverently, and when she let out a little sigh, one of his hands drifted down her body and between her legs. He started stroking her just the way she liked it.

"Touch me," he whispered.

Helen slid her hand down his body and grabbed his hard length. She remembered what he had taught her and started stroking him from base to tip. When he started leaking fluid, she circled his tip with her thumb and spread it down his length. The air around them grew hot and filled with their panting breaths and low moans. When he pushed a finger inside her, he found her wet and waiting.

"Lie down on the bed," he ordered.

She came to rest on top of the sheets and looked up at him. For the first time, she could fully see his body. His broad shoulders, strong legs, the hair on his chest. He took her in as well. His gaze roamed over her, and she felt like there was almost a hunger to it. He took himself in his hand and started stroking slowly. Helen bit her lower lip. She could not stop watching. John joined her on the bed, grabbed her thighs and opened her legs wide. She felt open and exposed in a way she never had before. He pushed inside her and came to rest on his forearms so that he could kiss her.

"Wrap your legs around me," he said.

She complied and he took up a fast and steady rhythm. It did not take long until she felt heat pool low in her belly. Her sounds became more desperate, and he shifted his weight on one arm so he could slip his hand between her legs. A few more strokes, and she was pushed over the edge.

John's breath was choppy in her ear, and his rhythm became erratic. He groaned, then she felt him shudder inside her. He stilled, then he pulled out, turned onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She rested her head on his shoulder and had one leg slung over his.

"Do you still think it a sin to be seen naked by your husband?"

"No." She smiled into his skin.

And for the first time ever, she fell asleep naked in her husband's arms.

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Helen awoke with her husband's naked body pressed against hers. It took her a few moments to fully come to herself, and she took in the new sensations. A heavy arm draped over her waist and holding her close. Warm and steady breath against her back. His chest hair tickling her back. Being like this was new to her. Although John had joined her in her bed several times a week, they had never seen each other naked before last night. She thought about it and concluded that she still liked it. She remembered how her husband's hungry gaze had roved over her, taking in her naked body spread out on the bed. He had shown her from the beginning that he liked touching her, being with her, but he had never looked at her like that. Being in his embrace now made her grow hot, and she squirmed to find a more comfortable position. John's breathing changed and he stirred behind her. It seemed like she had woken him up. His grip around her tightened.

"Good morning," he rumbled into her hair, his voice heavy with sleep. He pressed a kiss against her shoulder and she felt gooseflesh spread along her body. He chuckled and kissed her again, working his way along her shoulder to the crook of her neck. Helen let out a contented purr. His hand left her stomach and wandered up to her breast, so she slowly turned and pressed her lips to his. They stayed like this for a while, kissing, him massaging her breasts, naked limbs tangled together. She thought that she liked waking up like this and John must have thought so too, as she felt him grow hard against her hip. His hand slid down her stomach and between her legs. She let out a gasp when he stroked down her centre and a moan when he slid a finger inside. Without a word, he pulled back, turned her back onto her side and parted her legs with his knee. She felt his tip press against her entrance and then he slid inside her in a long thrust. They stilled for a moment, both slightly out of breath. Then he gripped her hip and started moving inside her. Helen was mesmerized by the feeling. When they had been together before, they had never been so close, their bodies touching only in one or two places. Now, they were pressed together from head to toe, and she relished the feeling. The position allowed him to push deeper than before, and he moved inside her languidly. One hand firmly grabbed her hip, the other hand come around to play with her breasts. The room was quiet apart from their panting breaths. Helen ground against him more desperately in search of friction, and his hand abandoned her hip to stroke her between her legs. She moaned and moved between his fingers on her front and his body pressing into her from behind. She felt the heat build and her body tense and came with a keening sound. John moved in one, two more desperate thrusts, then spilled himself inside her. He pulled out and she rolled onto her back. They both looked down her body where his seed was trickling out between her spread legs.

"That was nice."

"What?"

"All of it." She smiled at him.