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Leaning over the side of the bed and giving the bell-pull a firm tug, Kate prepared to rise for the day and meet her maid in the dressing room.
‘Anthony!’ she gasped, exclaiming as his warm arm wrapped firmly around her waist and hauled her back into the bed, ‘I must get up and then meet with the housekeeper. The servants will not respect me as mistress if I spend all day lounging here with you.’
‘Mmmmm,’, he groaned, nuzzling sleepily into her neck and inhaling deeply, the scent of lilies filling his lungs. ‘Stay here with me. We are still newly-weds, they will not care, I promise’.
‘You can only say that as you have been the Viscount for a decade. You are secure in your position. I must fulfil my duty to this new role.’
‘Staying here with me is your duty’, he argued, eyes firmly closed and holding her to him tightly. He shifted, and she thought for a moment that he was going to release her but then in a swift move her husband threw one leg over her hips and pinned her hands to the bed above her head. He grinned at her cheekily as he looked down into her face. The heaviness of his body held her down, hips cradled between her thighs. Groaning and biting her lip, she lost herself for a moment in the delicious pressure of him grinding on her nub. Several times that night they had woken and joined together, the last being particularly vigorous. She was exquisitely sensitive where he pressed intimately against her, tender but still aching with need.
‘My duty’, she gasped as he hit a particularly sweet spot, ‘my duty is to learn the running of the household’.
He started to kiss down her neck, sucking the delicate skin and marking her as his own.
‘Your duty is to be the wife of the Viscount. My duty is to ensure the wellbeing and contentment of everyone on this estate and I intend to make sure you are thoroughly gratified and content. ’ He punctuated this last statement by latching firmly onto one of her nipples and sucking hard.
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Unknown to the couple, the cry of ecstasy produced by this act was heard by Kate’s maid in the adjoining dressing room. Clara gave herself a wry smile and put down the dress she had been preparing for her mistress. It looked like the new Viscountess was not quite as ready to rise as she had thought, and Clara heading back to the kitchens for another cup of tea until she had a further summons.
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‘Our duty is to provide an heir, to continue the family line,’ Anthony continued, scraping his teeth on her oversensitive and swollen teat.
Biting her lip again, her chest heaved as she fought to stay focused on what he was saying. He seemed firmly settled at her breasts now, content to amuse himself there, stoking her arousal until she begged for him to take her again.
‘I would argue that staying in bed and fucking me is in fact the most dutiful thing you can do for this family,’ he said wickedly. ‘And in addition, the Queen will want to know if you are yet with child when we next see her. We must be honest with our sovereign that we are seeing to the task with the upmost diligence.’
‘I suppose we would not want to disappoint her, given how much she did to smooth our way to the altar’, she gasped, conceding to his reasoning, and then felt the muscles in her belly quiver as his mouth descended further down her body. He paused below her navel, spending time kissing and nuzzling just above the line of hair.
‘I want to breed you until your belly swells, until the whole world can see what a dutiful wife you have been, taking my seed and making a baby from it.’
He pushed two fingers deep inside her as he kissed her abdomen, then dragging them over the sensitive spongy spot inside of her as he withdrew them. The mixture of his seed and her fluid on his fingers, evidence remaining of their night of passion, made him harden fully.
She was desperate now, begging him for release, but he sensed that she was at risk of getting overstimulated if he pleasured her with his mouth as intended. Instead he sat back on his heels, hooked one of her knees over his elbow, and entered her deeply in one thrust.
They had made love innumerable times since their wedding night; everything from gentle early mornings where they curled around each other like spoons and rocked together sleepily, to one memorable afternoon when he had roughly fucked her from behind whilst bent over a fallen tree on the grounds of Aubrey Hall. Like that afternoon, this morning was not about tenderness or softness, instead Anthony was focused on driving his wife to her pleasure, to planting himself inside her as deeply as possible in the hopes that a part of him would stay and bind with her own body. He pounded into her, battering against the mouth of her womb, and making her feel the intense deep pressure which she found so satisfying. As he filled her with his entire length, he circled her pearl with his thumb, taking her closer and closer to her peak.
With a loud scream, she came, tightening around him and shaking as he continued to thrust inside, prolonging her release. Finding his own climax just a few seconds later, he spurted his seed as deeply inside of her as he could, revelling in the feel of her body squeezing his cock as he filled her.
Now breathless, he collapsed atop her, face buried in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent deeply. They were both spent after their long night of pleasure, and they dozed for a few minutes as their pounding hearts slowed. The feel of her hand moving to the back of his head awakened him again, and he practically purred as she carded her fingers through his hair. He would have been content to lie there all morning, but knew he had waylaid her plans for the day, so started to pull away to let her rise.
‘No, wait’, she hooked one leg around his waist, ‘stay inside me a little longer, please’.
Anthony, who was sure in that moment that he would do anything his wife asked, relaxed back down. They were still joined intimately, and he thrust his pelvis gently, keeping as much of his gradually softening member inside her as he could. He stroked the silky skin of her side with his hand whilst peppering her flushed breasts with soft wet kisses. Even whilst still inside her he could not help himself from touching her, never close enough, never fully sated.
‘You are going to make an excellent father, my love’, she told him sleepily, still running her hands through his hair.
‘And you will be the most amazing Mama.’
‘No, not Mama,’ she spoke, revealing a deeply buried yearning, ‘I want to be Amma, like my own mother was.’
‘Then you will be the most amazing Amma, Kate. And I will be Appa’.
The smile she gave him at this declaration was blinding. Just a few months ago, she would never have believed she would find a man so thoughtful, so determined to meld their different cultures together.
‘I worry sometimes’, she told him in barely a whisper, ‘things are so good between us, I am so happy with you, promise me that once things change in our lives we will not lose this closeness we have built.’
‘Kate’, he reassured with complete earnestness, ‘I do not know how it is possible, but I love you more every day. I believe the connection between us will only grow stronger once we have children of our own. It is our duty to bear an heir, yes, but more than that I want to raise a family with you. I want to see them grow in your body and suckle at your breasts. I want us to teach them to ride together, to teach them to play Pall Mall and to embarrass them with how in love I am with their mother.’ He teased her gently, and she smiled at the images he created of their future.
‘I want that too’, she told him, ‘all of those things and more’.
One hand behind her neck, he pulled her in for another kiss, taking his time to build her arousal again as he grew hard inside of her.
Needless to say, they were not seen downstairs that morning.