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Charles walked restlessly around his bedchamber. God, he had been waiting for this all day. Hell, even since he had seen Millie again. He could not imagine that tonight would be anything but wonderful for the both of them. At least he would make sure that it was as wonderful as possible for Millie. He knew that it might hurt for the woman the first time, but he had every intention of being as gentle as possible.
Millie had retreated to her bedchamber about an hour earlier. She had to be finished soon. Charles had quickly divested himself of his clothing, bathed and was now walking around in nothing but his dark blue dressing gown. It seemed redundant putting on a night shirt when he would take it off only moments later. He tiptoed towards the adjoining door to Millie’s room, listening for sounds in there. There was nothing to be heard; she had to be alone by now.
He rapped on the door and felt as if his heart had moved all the way to his throat. Why was he nervous? This was not his first time. But it was the first time with his wife. And his first time in several months. He had told his mistress that they could no longer see each other as soon as he had decided to marry.
“Enter,” Millie said in a low voice on the other side of the door. Charles quickly opened the door. Millie was standing by her bed, dressed in a white silk nightgown that was practically see-through and by the looks of it not something that she had chosen for herself. She did not look comfortable in it at least.
Charles could feel his blood run quicker at the sight of her in it though. Perhaps he should have worn his breeches, or at least his smalls as his cock started to react to the sight of her pink nipples and contours of her legs and hips that were clearly showing through the dress. She was mesmerizing.
“Do you...” she said and cleared her throat. It was clear that she was nervous. “Do you want me to lie down?” she asked and gestured toward the bed.
“No.” He shook his head and slowly walked towards her, as if he might scare her away by a sudden movement. “At least not yet,” he added and could not help but smile.
Millie did not return his smile, nor his gaze.
“Millie,” he said and took her hands. “I promise that I will be as gentle as possible.”
She nodded, but still did not look at him. She was looking straight into his chest, and he realized that she looked a bit puzzled.
“What?” he could not help but ask with a slight smile. If there was something about him that puzzled her, he would be more than happy to explain it. He slowly started rubbing her hands with his thumbs, trying to soothe her.
“It’s just... you have hair... there,” she said and looked at him briefly before looking away and blushing to a deep crimson.
“Yes, well, most men do,” Charles said and had to stop himself from laughing out loud. She was indeed very innocent when she did not know a fact like that. He assumed that most girls had at least sneaked a peak at men working in the fields without their shirts on.
For a long time, they were simply standing in the middle of the room, him holding her hands. It was clear that if he wanted to proceed, he would need to take charge.
He realized now that he should have given it more thought. Not the act itself, he had thought all too much about that, but how he was going to seduce her. He had always just skipped that part and assumed that it would be easy and that she would be willing. The women that he had been with previously had always been. But of course, Millie wasn’t, since she had not tried it before.
“May I kiss you?” he asked. It was not the smoothest of seductions, but if they started kissing then perhaps it would quickly evolve into something else.
Millie nodded but did not look at him at first. Then she raised her head and closed her eyes. Charles kissed her, trying to remember that this was probably her first kiss ever. The way she stood completely motionless within his arms made it seem so at least.
He could have kissed her earlier, there had been opportunities where it would have been possible, but each time Charles had been afraid that he might take it too far, might scare her away. And that was the last thing that he wished to do; scare her.
“Open your mouth,” he said after kissing her closed mouth for what felt like several minutes trying to get her to open it by licking her lip.
Millie promptly opened her mouth, making their front teeth collide. Well, it was not the best of kisses, but he could make it work. Charles examined her mouth with his tongue trying to get a reaction from her. She had grabbed hold of his upper arms, but that could be as much for stability as because she wanted to touch him.
“You need to move your tongue as well, think of it as our tongues... dancing.”
God, he was babbling, but he had no idea how to make her kiss him properly. She was still so stiff and nervous. Had he completely misjudged her? He had thought that she cared about him too.
Millie slowly started moving her tongue to meet his and Charles could feel himself relaxing. He could be turned on by this, he gathered. He let his hands roam over her body, all the way down her back, feeling the soft curve of her bottom. She was pressed against him now and had to be able to feel that he was aroused. A small sound escaped from her, and he almost felt himself catch fire. Finally, she was enjoying it.
He kept one hand on her bottom, sliding the other around to her breast, gently kneading it. Her hands had come around his back, but she was still mostly holding on to him and not embracing him. When he squeezed her nipple, she tightened her hold on him and a breathy sound escaped her. She liked that, he registered. Good.
They kept kissing, and he kept exploring her with his hands, until he finally felt certain that she would not mind that he removed her nightgown. Slowly he started tugging it up at her hips until it was above her navel, then he stepped away from her and tugged it over her head.
She covered her breasts as he did so. Then slowly let her arms hang down by her sides as he was watching her.
“You look so beautiful, Millie,” he said.
Millie did not say anything but went towards the bed and lay down. Finally, she acted. She had to want it as much as he did, since she moved to the bed. Charles quickly untied the dressing gown and let it slip to the floor, before he lay on top of her, making sure that his erection did not touch her.
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Even though Millie had only been able to see it for a second, she was sure that it was nothing like the appendage the man in the drawing had had. His manhood, his mother had called it. There was no way that it would fit inside of her. She could feel herself tense at the thought of it.
Charles was kissing her again and she was trying to make her tongue meet his in the way that he clearly liked. Her mother had not said that kissing was involved, but it seemed to play a rather significant part. Millie found that it was quite pleasurable, but then again this had not been what her mother had talked about.
Kissing his way down her body Charles’s lips were on her breast. He was kissing the nipple of her breast! Suckling it like a babe. It was outrageous, but it also felt so good. She could not help but moan slightly and twitch beneath him, but she remembered that her mother had said that women never took pleasure in this. There had to be something wrong with her since she did. What if she had a baby and she felt like this when she was breastfeeding it? This could not be right.
“Please, don’t,” she whispered.
“You don’t like that?” Charles asked with a dazed look in his eyes that she had not seen on him before.
Millie didn’t know what to answer. Would he think her wanton and perverted if she said that she did? She wanted to please him so much. Perhaps it was simply a test on his part to make sure that he had not married a deviant woman.
In the end she didn’t have to answer, since Charles kissed his way back up to her mouth. She opened her mouth again and let her tongue play with his. She could enjoy this at least. Her mother had not said anything about not enjoying kissing and Charles did not seem to mind that she did.
At first, he had made sure that there was space between their bodies, but now he was lying more on top of her. His manhood was resting on her patch of hair between her legs, his hips moving in an even rhythm. Millie had to fight hard to lie still. Her hips wanted to move to meet his. He was still outside of her, but her body seemed to recognize the rhythm, nevertheless.
Then he moved to the side and let his fingers trail down her body to the sensitive folds between her legs. Millie stiffened as he touched them. It felt so good, but it could not be right. He could not touch her there. She remembered how their nanny would scold her, if she found out that Millie had touched herself. Somehow, she always had a way of knowing.
She bit her lip in order not to moan with pleasure. No, this was a test. It was definitely a test. If she was only able to lie still for a little longer and not say anything, he would think that she did not like it, and he would be able to conclude that she was not perverted. Millie felt her legs twitch involuntarily. She could not stand it anymore.
“Can’t we please just do it?” she exclaimed.
Charles looked up at her, looking a bit hurt. But he removed his hands and lay back on top of her.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
She nodded and tried to hold eye contact with him. He was so beautiful, he would come to do great things, and she would be there by his side, helping him, giving birth to his children. Enabling him to be great in every manner possible. If only she was able to pass this one test, everything would be fine.
He let his hands trail down her body again and Millie thought that he was going to touch her folds again, but he found a spot lower, where he touched her.
“I suppose that you are ready,” he said and sounded a bit reluctant.
“I’m ready,” Millie assured him quickly, looking intently at him. He was going to find his pleasure and then he would hopefully forget how she had reacted to his mouth and his touch.