Page 38 of Wed By Proxy

“I’m going to consume you, utterly,” he rumbled with intent.

Mathilde just had time to utter falter, “Pardon?” when he surged forward, his head dipping between her legs. She drew in a shocked breath, then felt his hot breath upon her in the most disquieting place. Her eyes widened in foggy comprehension. Surely he did not mean to…?

“Guy!”

She gave a strangled cry, but his mouth was on her, lascivious and devastating. She bucked and struggled, but his arms were like steel bands around her thighs, holding her open to him. His tongue coaxed and dipped into her, exactly like he had when he kissed her mouth, and sent her mind reeling. All the breath squeezed out of her body and she shuddered, as he alternated between gently tracing her with his tongue, and then sucking and lapping at her as if she were the most delicious piece of fruit he had ever savored. Choked sounds fell from her lips, tears started from her eyes as she lost herself in a maelstrom sensation and — yes, pleasure. Wicked, wicked pleasure that licked along her veins like wildfire from every place his tongue stroked and plundered.

Torment. That was what he had called her touch, and she understood now, as her back arched, and her fingers twisted in his dark hair, pulling and clasping, but never deterring him from his purpose. But it seemed her own torment was not to be withstood. It built and built and suddenly she went hurtling right over the edge with a startled yell. The next thing she knew, she was being dragged off the table, back into Guy’s lap. More specifically, onto his — what had he called it? His cock.

She winced as she felt its broad head nudging into the heart of her, and then gave a gave another yell as she felt a sharp pinching sting deep within her, which was more than being simply stretched by its huge size. Her maidenhead had been breached, she realized, as Guy groaned and surged right into her. Mathilde sucked in a painful breath, feeling his large hands shift fitfully over her hips, urging her to sink right down onto him, feeling his hard flesh forging up into her until their crisp nether hair met and tangled together.

“Gods,” she heard him mutter roughly into her hair. “I’ve never felt anything so…” his bit his words off precipitately. “Mathilde?”

She didn’t answer, one of his big hands was rubbing up and down her lower spine, but it didn’t feel soothing, more like he was trying to urge her to something. She was just getting a nasty suspicion that he expected her to do more than simply try and keep breathing, when he suddenly jolted, and she felt the strangest sensation of his cock pulsing inside her.

“Umm…” She lifted her head from his shoulder.

“Hold still!” he groaned. “I can’t—” His head fell back, and she watched an agonized expression pass over his face. “Fuck!”

Mathilde sat very still as he gripped his fingers into her buttocks and shuddered against her. His whole body seemed deep in the throes of some kind of turn. She held her breath, then suddenly, she felt something very strange, and Guy gave a long, rasping groan, and dropped his head onto her shoulder. Mathilde blinked. So earlier, when he had said he was close, he had meant to this crisis point. When he spilled his seed inside of her.

Oh. She sat quietly, contemplating the act she had just partaken in. She was no longer a thrice married virgin, she thought, her spirits fluttering and reviving. She was in deed and truth, now a married woman! Her face flushed with triumph, even though she was feeling at this moment rather sore and in some discomfort accommodating him. Presently, though, she was sure he would recover himself and withdraw from her. In his own time.

In the end, she wasn’t sure how long they remained like this, but suddenly, she found herself swung up, and carried over to the bed. She made a noise of objection, mostly because both of her arms had gone to sleep. He laid her down carefully, and started trying to disentangle her from the remains of the scarlet dress, without much success. After struggling a moment or two, she heard him curse under his breath, and then he just grabbed it in both fists and ripped it along one of the seams. Mathilde’s eyes blinked open, but she didn’t make a noise until he lifted one of her arms and then she cried out.

“What is it?” he asked with alarm.

“It’s gone to sleep,” she told him in a small voice. “The sleeves were stuck halfway down…”

He examined her closer, then swore. “Your skin is all marked here, you should have told me the dress was cutting into you.”

“I didn’t want you to stop,” she explained simply.

He hesitated. “Next time…” he said warningly.

“Next time, I‘ll tell you,” she promised obediently and he set about freeing her other arm.

“You need to get cleaned up,” he said in a low voice. “I’ll go down and get you some hot water.”

“There’s no need. Prudie left two clean pitchers of water for us to wash.”

He paused. “You wouldn’t prefer warm water?” he asked solicitously.

She shook her head. “No, it’s fine,” she said rolling to one side and clambering off the bed. Her legs felt a little wobbly, but she walked to the basin and poured some clean water into it. Then found the soap leaves and started scrubbing her face and neck.

He cleared his throat. “You’ll need to wash between your legs,” he told her, then after an awkward pause. “Where can I find you a clean shift?"

Mathilde passed the cloth between her legs and then swilled the cloth in the bowl. There were only a few drops of blood by her reckoning. “If you’re sleeping naked, then so will I,” she said, frowning. Married people slept naked, after all.

He was quiet a minute. “You want me to stay, then?”

Mathilde turned around with a sharp inward breath. “Of course!” she said, staring at him. He looked, she thought, a little taken aback. What was wrong with him? She frowned. Why was he hovering there, looking all awkward, after he’d just been inside her body. Did he still think he’d hurt her unduly? She wished she had not yelled out so loud now.

She sent him an encouraging smile. “All is well.”

She carried the basin over to the window, unfastened the latch, and emptied it out. Returning it to the dresser, she put a fresh cloth next to it and poured in the rest of the clean water. She could feel his troubled gaze on her the whole time.

“Come Guy, come and wash.” She patted the cloth. “Here’s clean cloths for you.”