Selice stood next to the open window, feeling the cool night air on her face.

Her blonde hair was thick and wavy down her back, and her pink silk nightgown billowed in the breeze.

Often the distance, the lights of mc henry Manor twinkled like stars.

Douglas stirred behind her.

She turned around and looked at him as he sat up against the plush pillows.

He wiped his hands down his face, his eyes bleary, Darling, why aren't you in bed, he asked.

Celeste's heart leapt to her throat.

He knew very well why.

It had been one month since they had been married for appearances, and it hadn't gotten any easier.

She was meant to be with Cillian mc henry.

She had known this since she was eighteen, and had met him while swimming in the river that summer.

But now she was Douglas's wife.

It was what her family had wanted, what his family had wanted, but it wasn't what they had wanted.

Douglas, however, had started to come around to the idea, and his hands gently grazed Celeste's waste.

Now I know it's hard, he said, looking down at her.

With those intense blue eyes.

His gaze was unwavering.

But we are married, and perhaps we could learn to Dare I say, love each other, enjoy each other.

Celeste thought of Cillian, of his wide grin and the way she felt when she was with him.

But he was gone.

He was near by, just over the hills, yes, but in a different way.

He was truly gone.

When Douglas dipped his head to kiss Celeste, she let him.

Emotion overwhelmed.

Her tears pricked her eyes, her heart dropped to her stomach.

Now she opened her lips on his welcoming his tongue as it slid into her mouth.

Douglas was firm and confident as he touched her, running his hands along her silk nightgown.

He was really quite a handsome man.

Celeste had to admit.

There was nothing inherently wrong with him.

But he wasn't silly.

And come on, sweetheart, said Douglas, leading Celeste to the bed.

We don't have to go further if you don't, Celeste cut him off with another hard, prolonged kiss.

At the same time, she was undoing the buttons of her night gown, letting it fall off of her shoulders.

Douglas watched astounded as Celeste stripped down for him, taking off her under shirt and panties until she was standing there naked before him.

She didn't know what had come over her.

She just knew she had to move on.

She couldn't stare out the window forever, wishing for some one who would never be hers.

Douglas tore off his own clothes, and Celeste's eyes widened at the sight of his cock.

He was large and already erect.

She swallowed hard enjoined Douglas on the bed.

He was gentle with her, positioning her on her back while he began to kiss every inch of her body.

Oh a gliss.

Celeste whimpered desperately as his lips touched her cheeks, her neck, her throat, her collar bones.

Her breath hitched as he reached her breasts and gently caressed them with his fingers.

He squeezed them together, creating a valley of cleavage, before he let his tongue slide across each erect nipple.

Celeste shivered.

She had to admit this felt amazing, really, truly wonderful, She writhed below.

Douglas completely at the mercy of his tongue and hands.

He sucked on her nipples delicately, and a throbbing sensation had appeared between her legs.

Douglas's mouth continued down her body.

Celesta lowered her gaze to watch as Douglas kissed her stomach, his hands sliding down the curve of her hips.

He reached her shaking thighs and asked her if she wanted to keep going.

Yes, she breathed, yes, Douglas, I do.

His expressions seemed both surprised and delighted.

He pushed her thighs apart and buried his face and the curly hair between them inhaling deeply.

Douglas kept moving down until he had reached Celeste's clit.

Douglas, She cried out, her body arching towards the top of the canopy bed.

The wind had picked up outside, blowing a cooling breeze into the room.

Her husband tongued her into waves of pleasure like she had never felt before.

His fingers were curled around her thighs, keeping them spread open to give himself better access.

He was moaning against her sensitive clit, clearly enjoying himself as much as she was.

When Celeste orgasmed, she had to cover her mouth.

The pleasure was tight and sudden, forcing its way into her body and making every single muscle clench in response.

She shuddered and screamed, and Douglas was unrelenting with his tongue.

Finally, when her legs had stopped shaking and her breathing was beginning to slow, Douglas sat up.

Celeste looked down to see his hard, long cock ready for her.

I want you, she said, looking at him with heavy eyes.

Please, Douglas, give me all of you.

Slowly, deliberately, Douglas plunged his cock in sight of his wife for the first time.

Inch by inch, He stretched her out, watching as her pink lips parted around his shaft.

He had always thought of Celeste as delicate and almost flower like, but now she was taking him in.

Now she was being filled and brought to orgasm, and he wanted this for the rest of his life.

I love you, my darling, said Douglas, breathlessly, allowing his body to lower down on top of hers.

Oh.

I love you too, gasped Celeste, wrapping her limbs around his torso.

She ran her nails up and down his spine, Feeling overwhelmed, with gratefulness and bliss.

No, it was true that Douglas was not Sillyan, but he was his own person.

He was her husband.

She could live like this.

She realized she could give herself to him.

Douglas continued to pump himself into her wet slit, slowly and deeply.

When she begged him to go faster, he did.

When she asked to change positions, they did.

They spent hours rolling around on the bed together, pausing sex in order to kiss or to give Celeste another orgasm.

The sun started to rise in the distance.

By the time Douglas finally decided to finish, he was holding Celeste up against the wall of the bedroom, her legs open around his waist.

She was pinned like that, her wet cunt soft and open as Douglas sank into her.

Yes darling ah, Douglas grunted, I'm so close, I'm nearly, I'm I'm His words trailed off into a series of desperate, staccato groans.

Celeste watched with delight as Douglas's handsome face twisted up and away she had never seen before.

Sweat gleamed on his forehead, and his mouth was open as he moaned up to the heavens.

His cock twitched and throbbed in sight of her.

He put her down gently, holding her gaze the whole time.

Celeste looked down and giggled as drops of orgasms slid down her leg and onto the floor.

We really made a mess of everything, haven't we?

She surveyed, everything from the come on the floor, to the twisted bed sheets, to the clothes and blankets strewn everywhere.

Unfortunately, there's going to be a lot more where that came from, darling, said Douglas, giving her one last passionate kiss before they both head back to bed for sleep.

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