“It has been, especially with our change of plans. In the long run I think we’ll be happier we didn’t go to the seashore. More privacy here.”
“Why did you purchase your own estate when I’m sure your father has many and could have let you choose one?” she asked.
“I fell in love with the property when I’d been invited for a hunt. I feel content and relaxed when I come here.”
“Oh, I thought you were going to say I made you content and relaxed,” she giggled.
“You do.”
“Hmmm. What are we going to do tomorrow?” The sound of sleepiness carried in her voice. It wouldn’t hurt to sleep a while because he knew he needed rest before making love to his bride a second time.
“If the weather is nice, we can walk through the gardens. They are exquisite. I think you’ll fall in love with them. If the weather is not cooperating, we can find plenty to keep us occupied.”
She gave no reply. Finally, he heard a soft snore and smiled. Pulling a blanket up over them, he held on to her and finally succumbed to sleep as well.
Hours later, Lucien cracked his eyes open. Dawn was upon them as a soft light shone into the room. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he found his robe and shrugged it on. He wanted to see what sort of day they would get, and he was hard once again. Sleeping with her made it difficult for him not to be.
Looking out the window in the sitting room, he thought it appeared the day would not be cooperating. It was raining. Drat.
Returning to the bedroom, he found his bride lying on her stomach for all the world to see. He dropped his robe, climbed on to the bed, and placed his hand under her stomach. He took himself in hand and entered her. She was still wet from the night’s activities. Holding her up, he started out slowly, putting his other hand over her sex and began to feel her.
“Lucien, more,” she whispered.
“More what, my love?”
“You know…”
He began to pound in and out of her harder and found her hand on top of his as she tried to keep up with him. In a moment he found himself ready to explode. He pinched her and the two of them rode out their own orgasms together before he moved to his side, pulling her with him. He stayed inside of her, hoping for another go.
*
Harriet found herselfalone in the huge bed. She was covered in blankets to keep her warm. Still, she was alone. Where was Lucien? She looked around and found a robe left at the foot of the bed.
Sitting up, Harriet pushed herself to her feet and picked up the robe, putting it on and tying the sash tight. Walking over to the huge window, she pushed the draperies apart, to reveal a gray day. It didn’t appear to be raining now. She turned and walked into the sitting room where she found Lucien sitting at a walnut writing desk, his head at an angle as he furiously wrote on the paper before him. Most importantly, Lucien was working naked. Naked as the day he was born, and quite the specimen.
“Good morning, husband,” she whispered as she walked towards him.
Lucien lifted his head and turned in her direction. “Good morning, wife.”
She neared, putting her arms around his neck and taking in his male scent. He hadn’t shaved, which she found quite appealing.
“Are we alone?” she asked.
“We will be for the next three days. The cook will come in and leave dinner in the kitchen. Other than that, we’re on our own.”
“So, we can run naked through the house if we wish?” she giggled.
“Yes, we may.”
“That’s very tempting.”
“I thought we might try it at some point,” he replied, chuckling.
“Are you working?”
“I’m answering correspondence that came with us. Once I finish, I thought to show you through the house.”
“I’m quite hungry, Lucien.”
