Colin woke feeling warm and content. The soft scent of heather mingled with the musk of sex in his nostrils at the same time as he felt the warm, soft body beside him. The heather scent came from her hair, a strand of which trailed across his face. It took a moment longer to remember that the woman in his bed was his wife. Instead of evoking terror, the thought made him smile as he opened his eyes. Augusta was lying on her side, facing away from him, her plump arse pressed up against his hip.
Their second coupling last night had been fairly sedate. They'd woken, shared some champagne and a bit of the repast he'd prepared, then returned to bed, finding each other slowly in the dark. This morning, he was in the mood to play.
He was hard as a pikestaff already, as he smoothed his hand along one alabaster globe. Well, that wasn't entirely right. She'd left the curtains open last night and in the morning light that streamed through the window, he could see that her skin wasn't perfectly white. She had half a dozen tiny freckles scattered here and there on her rump and he couldn't resist leaning over to kiss each and every one.
"What?" her voice was muffled by the pillow she'd buried her face in while she slept. He could tell the moment she realized what was happening - her spine stiffened and she went completely still like a hare scented by the hounds. "Colin?" Her voice came out as barely a squeak.
"Hmm, it had better not be anyone else, my sweet." He chuckled, unable to resist teasing her. "This is our marriage bed, after all. I'd be quite unhappy to find another man in it with us." Then he licked a line from the base of her spine down to the crack of her delectable arse.
"Umm - ought you to be doing that? It doesn't seem quite...proper." Even as she spoke though, he could smell her fresh arousal and see how she shifted her legs just a trifle to open herself more fully for him.
"I thought we agreed that there was to be no 'should' or 'ought' in the bedchamber," he reminded her as he skid a finger all the way down from her back to find the warm, wet haven of her quim. God in heaven, she was drenched for him again. He couldn't resist sliding that finger up into her tight, slick sheath. His cock throbbed, already eager to be inside her again. "No such thing as 'proper,' either."
He chose to take her happy little moan as a sign of agreement.
"Are you sore?" Please, let her say no. He stroked his finger in and out, fucking her with it gently. When her hips began to move invitingly, he let out a small groan.
"Not really," she said on a gasp as he added another digit. "It feels so wonderful I wouldn't care if I was."
"Augusta!" Damn could she be any more perfect? "Roll onto your belly, then lift up on your knees, dearest." If he didn't get a taste of her soon, he was going to die. The list of things he wanted to do with her was endless and he couldn't wait to get started.
She shifted obediently, keeping her face down in the pillow while she lifted her pert backside up into the air for his enjoyment. Forced to remove his fingers while she rearranged herself, Colin brought them to his mouth, tasting the rich, tart flavor of her cream. Once she was in position, he knelt behind her and lowered his mouth to her, swiping his tongue from her anus down to the swollen bud of her clitoris.
"Colin!" She shrieked and tensed at the first touch of his tongue, then settled quickly as he began to lap at the seam of her labia, bringing one hand around her hip to rub gently against her pearl.
"Your taste is magnificent," he told her. "I could eat your sweet cunt all day and be happy."
He could tell by her sudden stiffness that she was shocked by the frank coarseness of his words, but she relaxed again as he continued to delve his tongue into her soft folds and caught her nub between two fingers.
"Just feel, Augusta. All you have to do is enjoy. If I do anything that doesn't feel good, tell me, all right? It's supposed to be about pleasure, for both of us."
"All right," she said on a long sigh as he stiffened his tongue and impaled her with it. "Everything so far feels wonderful."
Christ, he was a lucky man to have landed such an adventurous bride. Colin pressed his fingers together on her clitoris and pumped her with his tongue, bringing her to a swift, shuddering climax. While her inner walls still pulsed, he reared up on his knees and replaced his tongue with his aching cock, sliding easily into her quivering channel. Her slick heat gripped him tightly as he began to move, the new position taking him even deeper than before.
"Yes, Colin, yes," she whimpered as her quim clenched around him. Lifting one hand underneath her, he caught one of her swinging breasts, rasping against her engorged nipple with his palm.
This time as her orgasm hit, she didn't whimper, she screamed, loud and long. Her cunt gripped his shaft like a vise, holding him deep, with the head of his cock lodged at the entrance to her womb as the force of his own release boiled up in his tight, overfilled ballocks. He held back, reveling in the sensation, then he pulled back and thrust deep one last time as his body erupted into Augusta's, filling her with pulse after pulse of seed. He shouted something, he thought - it may have been her name, but he couldn't even hear his own voice. His vision tunneled and his mind went blank - all he could do was feel.
"Can't breathe," Augusta mumbled from beneath him sometime later. "C'n you move, pl's?"
Colin came to his senses, realizing he'd collapsed on Augusta's back, pinning her face-down into the mattress. Gathering all his strength, he rolled to the side, pulling her with her to lie sprawled atop his chest. "Sorry," he managed to mutter.
The sound she made was somewhere between a chuckle and a snort. "I'm not."
He dragged the coverlet up with the hand that wasn't around her and they fell asleep again, sated in each others' arms.