The Lady Catherine - Sex Stories

The Lady Catherine

... thoughts?” She looked taken aback for a second, before she composed herself. “It is forbidden,” she remarked dryly. My gesture, roughly translated said: that terrible logic may work on some other nobles, but I deserve better. It was one of her favourite gestures to use on me, council meetings having given me some bad habits in that regard. She grinned at me. “It is forbidden, but I do it anyway then. It feels rather nice, and the explanations as to why we shouldn’t have never struck me as particularly good explanations, so I’ve continued to. Why do you ask, my lord?” “Because I fully intend to please you on our wedding night, and if you know what you want, it will be much easier. If you didn’t, I was going to beg you to try it.” She blushed at my first statement, but laughed at my second. “You can still beg me to if you wish. It just won’t take much begging. Perhaps I will think of you tonight, as my hand wanders down my body.” Her smile was mischievous, and my breathing sped up. “Well perhaps I will think of you think of me as my hand finds my shaft.” She just grinned. --------------- The servants left the room where they had helped my wife (my wife, I loved the sound of it in my head and on my tongue) out of her elaborate wedding dress, giggling as they walked down the hall. The ceremony had been beautiful, but this was what we had both looked forward to the most. I knocked on the door, and then slowly entered. I was still wearing my dress shirt and pants, although I had ...

... taken my jacket off and stored it so that it wouldn’t get wrinkled. My wife was seated in one of the chairs, wearing only a shift. It was shear enough that I could see her nipples through it, and there was an inviting darkness where her legs met. I crossed to her in a few steps, unbuttoning my shirt as I walked. I pulled her out of the chair, and into a kiss. It was our second, but no less passionate for it. As our lips met, I left my member stiffen and become erect. She tasted amazing, salty and sweet, subtle and spicy. She bit my lip, ever so gently. I sat down, and pulled her onto my lap, without breaking the kiss. She opened her mouth, and insistently pressed forward into it. Our tongues met, and I felt like I’d been struck by lightening. My breathing was fast, my heart racing. We kissed for long minutes, just holding each other. Then I picked her up, and brought her to the bed, without breaking the kiss. I set her down on the edge of it, and pulled her shift off as I let her go. She tried to cover her body with her hands, but I help them tight, and leaned in and kissed her again. She tensed for a second, and then leaned into the kiss. I kissed her until I felt the tension ebb from her hands. I kissed her until I felt a new tension in her hands, and urgency from her kisses. Then I broke the kiss. I took a second to look at and appreciate her. Her breasts were beautifully large, and shockingly round. They looked delightfully firm. Her nipples stood up proudly. Her slit was ...