“I take it you enjoyed it?”
“Yes, yes, I did. What’s next?”
“A pork roast, I’m told. You have had it, haven’t you, because I think you’ll like it.”
“I’ve had it numerous times. It’s especially good with apple and cinnamon cooked in it.”
“Then you’re going to like this,” she replied with a grin.
Moments later, footmen with the main course appeared, carrying plates for each of them. A plate was set down in front of each of them. The pork was recognizable and had a sauce over the top. Charles was intrigued and dug in and got a taste. It was moist and the sauce had notes of apple and cinnamon. There was another ingredient, he could tell by the taste, but couldn’t place the flavor.
“This has an interesting taste to it. Cinnamon and apple for sure, but there is a third flavor I can’t place my finger on. Ginger? A very light amount of ginger,” Charles said.
“Yes! Were you told that, or did you guess it on your own?”
He snorted and took another small bite. “It was an easy guess because ginger has a very strong taste and smell. No matter how little you use,” Charles replied.
“You would be correct,” she said.
Their dinner turned out to be a most enjoyable evening. A couple of the things talked about were not appropriate for the dinner table because they were so personal. Charles was thankful that his bride would speak of them with him.
“I’m tired from our journey. Why don’t we go sit in front of the fire in my private sitting room and enjoy a brandy?”
“That sounds very nice indeed,” she replied.
Walking hand in hand, they made their way to the personal chamber. Entering his room, he watched as Cathryn made her way to the couch and sat down. He smiled as she took her shoes off.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Let me pour us a brandy.”
As he unstopped the crystal decanter, he slowly began to pour the deep amber liquid. He handed her one and sat next to her. They both savored their brandy in silence. It had been a long day, and he was grateful it had been pleasant.
He stretched his legs out in front of him and took another taste of brandy. Closing his eyes, he listened to the fire crackling away in front of them.
“I need to write my parents and let them know we’ve returned.”
He grunted. “They’re going to want to see you.”
“Us. They’re going to want to see us.”
“Right. I think it would be best to invite them here. If they come here, we control the narrative,” he said, opening his eyes and turning to look at her. “I wonder what they’ll think about all of it.”
“I wouldn’t even want to guess,” she said. She swirled the brandy before taking a small swallow, which led to her to finishing it off. She began to set the empty snifter on a table when Charles popped up and got the decanter. He poured her another drink, adding some to his own.
“Hopefully they’ve accepted our marriage now that they’ve had time to think about it,” he said. Swirling the liquid, he watched it intently before taking a hearty swallow.
Glancing at Cathryn, he smiled as he realized she’d fallen asleep. She snored lightly. He reached out and took the glass away. He finished his drink before whispering in her ear. She was slow to respond, so Charles leaned in and kissed her on the lips, which did the trick. In a moment, eyes blinking, she became more aware of her surroundings.
“I think we need to go to bed,” she said sleepily.
“Agreed.” He stood and helped her to her feet. They clung to each other across the room and into the bed chamber. He helped her out of her dress and undergarments before picking her up and placing her on the bed and pulling a sheet over her.
His cock was rock hard and throbbing for her. Quickly he removed his clothes and climbed in next to her. Mounting her, he began kissing her skin. He suckled her breasts, nipping at her tits. Moving farther down, he kissed her all the way down to her thighs. His tongue began to lap up her wetness at the apex of her legs. She opened to him when he inserted fingers into her dripping wet cunny. Her hands held his head as she rocked back and forth to his rhythm and cried out, begging him to make love to her. He guided his cock into her slick passage. Establishing a rhythm, it became more and more frantic. When he began to come, his hands went to her arse and held her at an angle as he lost control. He could feel his body shiver before slamming into her cunny one last time. He lay over her, on his elbows. She was flush with pleasure.
“That was nice,” she said, wrapping her hands around his neck. “It was unexpected.”
