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Their wedding was a splendid affair surrounded by their close circle of family and friends. Dallis was a lovely bride who made him proud. Rory only hoped he could make her just as proud. After the brunch her grandmother so graciously provided for the guests, Rory whisked Dallis away on their honeymoon. Sheffield also gifted them with one of his many carriages for them to enjoy a smooth ride. Sophia explained to Rory that the servants had prepared the home with essentials and they would have complete privacy when they arrived. A dinner would await them. The servants would come by daily to prepare meals and clean. The rest of their time they could enjoy the place to themselves.
On their ride toward Camberley, Rory smiled upon his bride who sat across from him. She smiled shyly back, wringing her hands in what appeared to be nervousness. He crooked his finger at her to join him. Dallis shook her head, which only made him chuckle. Since she wouldn’t join him, then he must keep her company for the long journey.
When Rory lifted her across, Dallis let out a squeal until she settled on his lap. They sunk into the soft cushions. Rory nuzzled at her neck, and Dallis giggled. He was incorrigible.
“What is so funny, my wife?”
“Why you are, my husband.”
Rory smiled and pressed his forehead against hers. “You have made me the luckiest man today.”
Dallis rested a palm on his cheek. “It is I who is the lucky one.”
Rory captured her mouth with a kiss built up from the passion he'd kept contained all week. Now that she was his, he could kiss Dallis at his every whim. Dallis’s fingers slid through his hair, bringing his lips closer. He tried to take it slow, but soon desire overtook his rational senses. Rory devoured her lips, drinking from them like a starving man. One kiss after another, none of them enough to satisfy his thirst. Dallis’s lips opened, returning his kisses with a passion of her own. She clung to him.
Dallis waited all week for his kisses. Rory had teased her throughout the season with his passion. Now she could open her arms wide. Each stroke of his tongue had Dallis whimpering for more. When he kissed her harder, she responded with her own ardor. Their arms became entangled. There was no air left between them, but still they couldn’t get close enough. The clothes on their bodies were a hindrance she tried to remove, but he stopped her.
“No, my dear. As much as I desire you, I will not allow your first time to be in a carriage. No, when I make love to you it will be on a bed that you must endure for hours.”
“I will endure them with pleasure,” Dallis huskily replied. Which only enflamed his desire.
Rory groaned and dropped his head back against the cushion, trying to bring his body under control. They still had a few hours before they would arrive at their destination. How he would tolerate to the rest of the ride was clueless to him. Rory should return Dallis to the other side of the carriage, but her soft bottom pressed into his cock decided that he would be a fool to do that.
Dallis felt how excited Rory was with his hardness pressing against her bottom and resolved that since he'd teased her all season, she would tease him for the remainder of the ride. Twice this week Dallis had read the book Sophia loaned her. Her excitement to be intimate with Rory only grew stronger. She learned a few tricks to entice a man without him realizing it. She shifted, pretending to get comfortable, knowing that her movements would drive him crazy. She heard his groan, and watched his eyes squeezing tighter.
Next she laid her head on his chest, her fingers trailing up and down innocently, talking about their special wedding. As Dallis talked he murmured his agreement, undoing her hat and dropping the pins onto the floor, her hair flowing around her shoulders. His fingers ran through the strands, rubbing her head, and easing the tightness where her hair had been bound. She moaned and snuggled in closer, enjoying the sensation of somebody taking care of her. Before long Dallis forgot who tried to seduce whom.
When the carriage stopped and the footman opened the door, Rory looked deeply into her eyes with a sensual gaze that made her blush. For it explained his intentions for this evening. Without a single word, he carried Dallis inside the house and straight to the bedroom prepared for their stay. Soft candlelight led the way to the bedchamber where the scent of roses greeted them. Once they reached the bedroom, he closed the door and carried her toward the bed.
Rory slid Dallis down his body until her feet touched the floor. Then he proceeded to undress her. They spoke not one word. Every touch of his fingers, and the soft kisses he placed on her body, spoke volumes. When Dallis stood before him naked, the softness of his gaze spoke of a desire she was powerless to.
As Dallis stood before him, his restraint amazed him. He didn’t want to rush their first time. Rory wanted to savor every touch, kiss, glance, and sigh as he loved her. She'd teased him in the carriage and he enjoyed that. There were so many facets to Dallis’s character he wanted to learn.
“You, my dear, are a minx.”
“How so?” she whispered.
He didn’t answer her, because she began to undress him in the same slow manner. With each garment she took off, Dallis replaced them with her touch and kiss. He allowed her to explore, taking pleasure from her curiosity. She traced the firmness of his chest and along the muscles in his arms. For a gentleman of the ton, they were rough. She pressed her lips to every bit of him. Soon she brushed across his hardness. He inhaled sharply and Dallis smiled at him.
Very slowly she opened the buttons on the placket of his trousers. She knelt, dragging his pants down and off his body. As she stayed on her knees, she ran a finger along his cock. Rory hissed, tugging gently her hair. Dallis wrapped her hand around him and stroked him up and down. He was smooth and warm to her touch. As he throbbed in her hand, she wondered how he would taste. Would her kiss give him the same pleasure that she received from him? Her tongue slid along the length of him. Rory’s fingers tightened in her hair as she continued to explore with her mouth. When she slid him inside her tongue twirled around in circles, Dallis felt his growl of pleasure vibrate off her tongue.
Dallis’s mouth was madness. Where did she learn of this act? The way she sucked him and her tongue licked his cock, he didn’t care, as long as she didn’t stop. The pleasure almost brought him to his knees. She was beyond a minx. Dallis was a temptress with her long red hair and a body of Venus.
He pulled her off the floor and into his arms. Rory carried her to the bed where he laid her on the silk sheets.
This time she crooked her finger at him, and he came willingly. She opened her arms to welcome him. Her lips lifted to capture his and Dallis trembled from passion. He lifted one of her legs around his hips, searching for her need. Rory groaned into her kiss as he discovered her already wet. He slid two fingers inside her core, moving in and out as she arched her body. Her leg tightened around him and he stroked her higher.
Dallis’s gripped his body as Rory brought her pleasure to a height she didn’t know existed. She wanted him with a passion beyond her control. With the flavor of him still fresh on her lips, she kissed him, pleading for more. When his lips left hers, she whimpered her disappointment until he stroked her nipples with his tongue. Her whimpers soon turned into moans of pleasure. With every stroke of his tongue his finger would move in the same rhythm. Then Rory slid her nipple between his lips and sucked gently at first, teasing until the bud hardened. He sucked harder and his finger stroked faster, causing Dallis to feel as if she would explode. His strokes intensified as he sucked on her other nipple until it too hardened into a tightness. At her encouragement, he removed his hand from her core where she ached with a need.
Dallis was ready for him, from how she gripped his fingers inside her to the sweet buds he sucked on. He lifted both her breasts and caressed the globes, pinching her nipples, making her moan. Then he lowered his head taking each nipple one at a time into a gentle kiss, sliding himself inside her. Rory slowly drew out each kiss, sinking deeper into her wetness. He watched for any sign of pain, gazing into her eyes where he saw the love she never spoke aloud, and he moved past the final barrier. Dallis’s body tensed for a brief second before she sighed and wrapped herself tighter around him.
The pain lasted for a brief moment. She noticed the apprehension in Rory’s eyes when he pushed himself further inside her. Dallis wrapped her body around him, encouraging him to her pleasure. Once Rory saw that Dallis suffered no discomfort, he no longer held himself back. Each stroke of his body became stronger as she responded. His eyes captured hers as he made love to her. Rory lifted her leg higher around his hip, slowly sliding deep. Dallis felt him to her core. He moved quicker and rotated his hips in small circles drawing out her passion. When Dallis moved with him, he growled and his strokes became faster and stronger as he sent them exploding into a passion neither one of them imagined.
Their bodies clung tight to each other in the aftermath of their loving.
“Most definitely a minx,” he whispered, pulling her closer.
Dallis smiled into his chest, realizing that he knew her tricks in the carriage and played along with her. And as she drifted asleep in his embrace Dallis realized he loved her. A man didn’t make love so passionately to a woman without loving her. She had yet to speak of her love for him, still guarding her heart from pain. She didn’t love easily, probably from spending most of her life unloved. Mixed emotions tried to fight their way through, but sleep prevailed.
Rory held Dallis as she fell asleep. He didn’t confess his love again. He wanted to, and hopefully elicit a response, but he needed to earn her love by overcoming his previous behavior. She hadn’t spoken of her love, but he believed Dallis loved him. She might not have spoken the words, but her actions betrayed her. When she was ready to speak those words, he would be ready to hear them.
For now, holding Dallis in his arms was enough.