Just One Kiss (24 page)

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Edward knelt down before Daphne.  He ran his hands heavily over her legs, starting at her thighs and then moving all the way down to her ankles.   At first, she wasn't quite sure what he intended to do, and then he placed her foot on his knee and lifted her skirts so that he could begin to untie the laces of her delicate little boots.

"Better?" he purred, once her footwear had been discarded.  Daphne was sure
she didn't know how to answer.
Edward was running his fingers
quite indecently over her toes. Luckily,
she was saved the bother, because he continued: "although I know what else we can do to help," he whispered, reaching to roll down her silk stockings.

Daphne could only shiver helplessly as her bare skin was exposed to the elements.  She gasped in delight at the whisper of Edward's fingers and the kiss of a delicious little breeze that had swept into the orangery from one of the large, open windows.  

She curled and flexed her toes, and then gave a little s
queak of pleasure when Edward leaned
forward and began to bathe the soft skin of her legs in kisses.   He started at her ankle, and then worked all the way up over her calf, pushing her skirts higher as he worked.  It wasn't until he reached her knee, and she was exposed to mid-thigh, that Daphne actually snap
ped out of her dreamy stupor
long enough to try and push her skirt back down.

"Edward, no we shouldn't- you know that we shouldn't," she panted.

"But do you want me stop?" he asked bluntly, looking up at his wife, from where he was kneeling, very nearly between her knees
.
Daphne felt a flicker of wanton lust pulse to life in her womb at that
realization
.

"I-" Daphne stammered breathlessly, thinking that it was a very unfair question for Edward to ask her.

"Well?" he purred, slipping his hands higher, burying under her drawers and creeping towards the centre of her femininity.

If she was going to stop him then it had to be now… only Daphne didn't- couldn't stop Edward.  She debated with herself until she felt her husband's fingers stroke through her damp thatch of curls and then dip into her wetness.  She was vaguely ashamed of just how
ready
he found her, although the smirk that spread across Edward's face set off a series of twinges in those
unnamable
parts of her body that she had always been taught proper ladies didn't think about.

"Edward," Daphne purred, giving herself up to the pleasure that he was stroking into her skin.  She parted her legs wider, shamelessly coaxing him to continue his ministrations.

She started to pant.  It was so, so hot, she was sure that Edward was causing her to melt, or should that be boil?   She wasn't sure any longer; she could barely even think.  She could feel little beads of perspiration gathering under her dress, one trick
l
ed down between her tender breasts as she ground her body wantonly against Edward's hand.

"That's it," he groaned, his voice thick with his own arousal.  "
Break
for me, Daff."

Oh, she wanted to, and she really, really needed to, after her frustration earlier that morning, she was just like dry sun-scorched grass lying helplessly in the face of Edward's blistering heat.   She was going to
go
up in flames.

"More," she begged.  "I need-" she gasped, and then she was given it as Ed
ward plunged a finger into her
, stroking her wickedly, before following the digit by a second, and then a third, stretching Daphne wide as hi
s thumb continued to torture her
.

"I know what you need, love," he panted
, lifting himself up so that he
could claim her mouth, although her never ceased his other attentions, and under the multiple assault, Daphne finally shattered spectacularly.

"Oh- oh my," Daphne puffed breathlessly against Edward's lips as she slumped, completely boneless, in the chair.   Her husband reclaimed her mouth, not giving his wife even a second to recover her senses as he withdrew his fingers from her fluttering sheath.

Taking advantage of Daphne's disoriented state, Edward began peeling away her clothes, completely disregarding the fact that someone might walk into the orangery at any moment.   He wanted her, needed her so badly that he was straining painfully against his breeches, but he had to make this as near to perfect as he was able to for Daphne; he needed to do everything in his power to win her back.

Edward slipped his wife's dress off her shoulders, continuing to draw the fabric down until Daphne's breasts sprang free of the confines.   It was barely a second before the soft round swells were cupped in his waiting hands.  Her skin was hot and faintly damp to the touch, and Edward blew over the rosy peaks until they puckered and hardened.

"Edward!" Daphne gasped his name, unable to say anything else it se
emed.  She reached for his
clothes, making a little whimpering sound of frustration when she encountered the material of his waistcoat and shirt.   "I want to touch you," she panted desperately, pulled his shirt from out of his breeches and slipping a hand under the warm cotton.

Edward groaned, a low growling sound that came from the very back of his throat, and tensed as Daphne's fingers glided over his skin.   A shiver jolted all of the way through his body, throbbing in his groin.  She plucked at the buttons of his clothes, her fingers working deftly with their newly learnt skill, undressing him quickly, so that in no time at all Edward had shrugged off his waistcoat and pulled off his shirt.

"So strong," Daphne sighed, raking her fingers up over his chest.  Edward felt a boyish grin twitch at the corners of his mouth.   His wife's hands skated over his shoulders, looping around his neck as she tugged him closer and demanded another kiss, although her husband wasn't sure how much more gentle teasing he was going to be able to endure.  

He needed to sink inside her.  He needed to feel their bodies fused together as one.   It was more than anything he'd ever felt before.  This wasn't simple rutting, he was making love to his wife
--
and Edward was just beginning to understand the difference.

"I need you now, Daff," he grunted, moving his lips from her mouth to her jaw, down her throat as he lifted her up off the seat and inverted their positions so that she was on his lap, forced to straddle him.  

A flash of apprehension flickered in Daphne's eyes as she looked to her husband for guidance.  "I don't know how-" she began hesitantly, but Edward shushed her quickly, plucking at her body and driving all rational thoughts out of her head.

"I'll teach you," he purred as he popped open the
front
of
his
breeches.  "I'll show you what to do," he rasped, finally freeing
himself
.

It wasn't that she needed to be shown, Daphne thought, her mind in a dizzy whir.  It was just all so wanton and wicked
--
and she loved every single second of it, a voice was quick to whisper.

"Daff," Edward groaned, bucking his hips beneath her.  "It has to be now," he grunted, grasping her hips hard and trying to guide her down, after stripping away her underwear completely.   "Please, Daphne," he begged.

Daphne's lips quirked in a smug smile as she
realize
d her power.  He wanted her, he needed her, he was desperate to have her… and she was in control, his hold on her hips was compelling, but she could resist him if she tried.   Still, Daphne shivered as she Edward's
move against her. S
he made him wait a second longer before impaling herself on him, making him beg one last time, before finally fusing their bodies together.

"Oh-" she puffed, and her most intimate muscles strained to their limits to accept his possession.  It felt… different like this.  She seemed to take him deeper into her body than she had ever done before.  "Ooh, oh Edward!"   Little mews and whimpers of pleasure trickled from her lips as she took him all the way into the heart of her.

"Oh God, Daff, you have to move!" Edward panted, his face locked in a grimace that mimicked pain as she settled and stilled, holding him inside her wet heat.   "Move!" he pleaded, cupping her bottom and bucking his hips beneath her desperately.

"H-how?" she moaned, shuddering as she felt Edward shifting inside of her.  He didn
't answer, didn't really need t
o, for Daphne's body soon began to rock of its own accord, guided at first by Edward's heavy hands, but soon she became lost in her own rhythm, grinding and rolling their bodies together in a desperate, erotic dance.  

She was high on her own pleasure.  Nothing existed outside this circle of raw need that they had created.   Daphne was greedily chasing her second peak, almost deaf to Edward's grunts and moans of pleasure as she drew closer and closer to completion.  She reached her climax just a second before Edward
.

Daphne screamed her pleasure without a thought to anyone who might be able to hear her!  She clenched and came so violently that she was literally left dizzy by her release.   She slumped in Edward's lap once she was spent, still fluttering and twitching around him as she struggled to catch her breath. 

"Oh my-" she gasped.  "That was-" she started to pant, and then clamped her mouth shut, embarrassed by the words that wanted to spill out of her mouth- amazing, magnificent, incredible… 

…surely not terms a lady should use when discussing her…
marital intimacies
.

“Yes?” Edward’s lips quirked wickedly.  “That was-?” he panted, his eyes glinting.

“Oh you are terrible!” Daphne swatted him playfully, slowly floating back down to earth.  Not that she wanted to… she wanted to stay curled up in Edward’s arms and forget all of their troubles and strife.

“Well, I agree, it was,” Edward yawne
d as he teased her with a smile. He dotted
a kiss against Daphne’s cheek
and tugged
her more securely against his chest. 

Daphne let him hold her for a few minutes longer, but her feet were very definitely on the ground now and she knew that she had to go before she was missed, before they were
caught
!

“Edward- Edward, I should be leaving now,” she said softly, disentangling her limbs from his body, collecting her clothes from where they had been tossed and trying to restore her appearance to something resembling decency.

“Leave?” Edward echoed sharply.  He stopped lounging and sat up straight.  “What do you mean?”  He fastened his breeches and stood up when Daphne turned her head away awkwardly.  “Daff?” he frowned.

“Leave, to- to go back to Dunnely,” she said quietly, sitting back down to roll on her stockings.

“
Dunnely?
” Edward fairly spat the name.  “To… collect some of your things?” he asked, with such hesitant hope in his voice that Daphne almost wanted to tell him yes, she didn’t however.  She shook her head.  “But we- you… we just-!”

“I know,” Daphne blushed bright red.  “But Edward, that doesn’t change anything, not- not really,” she tried to explain, her husband’s face was black however, and she feared that he wasn’t listening.  “I want to meant more to you than just- than just
that
!” she exclaimed.

“You do!” Edward argued instantly, and Daphne had to fight the sudden fierce flutter of her heart.

“What then?” she demanded, forcing her voice to stay cool, but she couldn’t stop the pounding in her chest.  She was willing Edward to say the right thing, to say something, but he just stared at her, with a horrible blank confused expression on his face and couldn’t muster a response at all.  “Well, I think I have my answer,” she sniffed, blinking hard so as not to cry.

“Daphne wait!” Edward blurted, reaching out an arm to stop her as she tried to brush past him.

“For what?” she sighed.

“I want you back,” he breathed hoarsely.  “You have to believe me!”