A Necessary Arrangement: The First Time

Author’s Note:  The long-awaited climax (ahem) of the Necessary Arrangement series.  I had always intended to keep the actual series very tame and focused on the storyline, with the potential to do an NSFW follow-up afterwards.  So here it is, for all of you that are ready to get the full story. Thanks for reading!

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Ella grasps his face in her hands, smashing her lips into his. “Ernest, enough talking.  Take me to bed.” She ran her palms over his shoulders and down his back, urging him to give in.

Ernest separated from her kiss long enough to jump to his feet, yanking her by the hand to standing before lifting her into his arms.  He peered down into her begging gaze, begging to be his finally … and at last he felt a comforting fullness in his heart. He bent down to place a gentle kiss to her lips, a genuinely happy smile upon his lips.  “Yes, Mrs. Sinclaire.” He whispered softly before carrying her up the stairs to their marriage bed.

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Ella gripped Ernest’s shoulders tightly as he ascended the stairs carrying her in his arms, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck and pressing soft kisses to his skin.  His evening stubble was rough against her cheek, the scent of pine and brandy and the saltiness of his sweat enticing her senses. She lifts her head as he reaches the top step and turns the corner, her gaze set upon the entry to their chambers at the end of the hall.

Ernest crosses the threshold and sets her down gently on the ground before turning to close the door behind him, Ella watching him closely all the while.  She admires his smooth movements in the dim light of the oil lamp upon the night table, her stomach fluttering with excitement and nervous anticipation, her mind that was cloudy with unbridled desire just moments ago slowly regaining its focus.  When he turns back to her he notices the flush of her cheeks, the coy smile upon her lips. He takes two steps forward and cups her face in his palms, setting his deep blue eyes intently on her own. “Ella, my love … we must do nothing you do not want to.  If it is still too soon-“

Ella halts his words with her lips, surging forward on her tip-toes to press her mouth against his.  Her hands slide up his arms to his neck, gripping his sandy curls in her fingers and tugging him tighter to her.  When she finally pulls back they are both breathless, their eyes locked on each other as they steady themselves. “Ernest, I want to be yours.  As a woman. As your woman.”  She notices his pupils darken as he inhales sharply, stirring a feeling of satisfaction within her.  

Ernest’s leans down and places an ardent kiss upon her lips with a warm smile before placing his hands on her shoulders and turning her around.  Ella shivers as she feels him trace his fingertips along the neckline of her gown, a soft caress as he takes his time finding the laces leading down her back.  She feels a gentle tug as he loosens the ties, her heartbeat quickening at the gradual freeness she feels as the laces come undone. She can hear Ernest’s breath behind her, a steady cadence gradually increasing in depth as he works at his task.  He gently pulls the gown over her shoulders and down her hips until it falls to the floor with a soft whoosh.  

Ella turns to face him, the chill of the night air tickling her bare skin as she stands before him in only her thin chemise.  The look on his face is unlike anything she has seen before, his eyes wide and dark as they take her in, his face affectionate yet eager.  She takes a step forward, aware of his unwavering gaze, sliding her hands up his chest and under his jacket to tug it off his shoulders. She finds the top button of his shirt and unfastens it timidly, her eyes flicking to find him watching her as she moves down to undo the remaining ones.  Her fingers fumble slightly with each one, acutely aware of the bare skin of his chest as her fingertips graze his flesh with each motion. When she reaches the bottom, Ernest shrugs the shirt off himself and grasps her hand, placing it against his chest where she can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.  He tips her chin slightly, meeting her eyes in a soulful gaze before dipping down to kiss her tenderly.

Ella feels her body responding to his, a warm tingle forming deep within her as his hands reach around to her lower back and pull her tighter.  She moans into his kiss, growing in intensity with each passing moment, and her hands move to explore the firm planes of his torso. Nipping his lower lip summons a low groan from his throat, and she is suddenly aware of the firm bulge in his trousers pressing against her belly.  She is dizzy with desire, so drunk on this new feeling that she is barely aware of her motion until she feels the back of her knees brush against the bed. Pushing him away suddenly, she meets his wanton stare as she lifts her hands to her hair and tugs each pin out, allowing her dark locks to tumble down over her nearly bare shoulders.

Ernest inhales sharply when she bends down before him, grasping the hem of her chemise and slipping it over her head to toss it on the floor.  For a moment he does not move, does not blink, does not breath … his eyes trained upon her as she lifts herself to sit on the bed. He admires the curves of her hips and the milky color of her flesh, the way her long hair grazes over the soft pink buds situated atop her perfectly rounded breasts.  Even more lovely than he could have imagined, he finds himself in the presence of a bewildering combination of both virginal beauty and alluring temptation.

He is startled from his reverie when he feels her hands are upon him, pulling him forward towards the bed with a tug to his pants.  If her doe-eyed pleading expression was not enough to do him in, then the low murmur of his name from her lips pushed him further down the path of no return.  He gently pressed her back against the coverlet, slipping onto the bed and trailing his fingers tauntingly along the warm skin of her torso as he nestled in beside her.  “Ella …” he moaned at under his breath, leaning down over her to capture her mouth in his.

Ernest takes his time as his hand explores her body, soaking in her mewling noise against his lips when he cups her breast and strokes his thumb gently over her hardened nipple.  Ella squirms at the contact and fondles the hair at the nape of his neck, so absorbed in the newfound sensation as she gives herself over to him completely. When his hand slips lower she finds herself opening her legs to him, her body reacting instinctively to his touch and begging for more.  His fingers slip between her slick folds and his thumb swipes against her nub, her own cry of surprise lost amidst his deep growl. Moving against his digits steadily, all thoughts and comprehension are lost in the moment as she feels the thrum of pleasure growing in intensity. Ernest picks up the pace when she responds to his touch, her soft whimpers causing his manhood to twitch with desire inside the confines of his trousers.  

Suddenly Ella gasps out loud, digging her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders for hold as her body begins to unravel with pleasure.  Starting deep within her core she feels the wave of ecstasy radiate to her belly and then pulse outwards to her limbs, her mind clouding over her with a flash of white light.  Her body quakes when she reaches her peak with a surprised cry, Ernest holding her tightly against him with one arm as rings out the last ripples of pleasure from her.

Ella blinks drowsily as she regains awareness, pressing her forehead to his as her breathing calms.  Ernest places soft kisses to her temple, her cheeks, her jaw, finally finding her lips again. Despite his unhurried pace, Ella can taste the desire in his kiss, only more apparent by his hard length pressed against her thigh.  Still feeling bold as she comes down from her high, she allows her hand to glide over his abs and dip under the waistband of his trousers. At first she is a bit taken aback at the feel of his manhood, smooth and warm when her fingertips graze the tip and he bucks his hips in response.  His groan of response enthralls her and she finds herself wanting to hear it again, to be the cause of his primal sound. She struggles with the buttons of his pants at the awkward angle, eliciting a stifled giggle as she pulls away to look at him.

Ernest chuckles and smiles warmly at her for a moment, then drops a hand to undo the fastenings himself. He shifts slightly to slip his trousers down and kick them off, Ella’s eyes widening at the sight of him when he springs free.  She had seen depictions of the male anatomy before in paintings and once on a nude statue, but to see one in person was an entirely different matter. She reaches down to grasp him in her palm, her curiousity getting the better of her, slowly beginning to stroke him as his eyes closed and he released a long exhale.

Ella observed him, mesmerized for a moment, amazed at his obvious reaction to her touch.  She felt drawn to him, her body buzzing again and aching for his when she pressed her lips against his.  In an instant his grip on her hips tightened and he flipped himself atop her, settling between her legs as he kissed her fiercely. She could feel his hardness at her core, sliding in her damp heat as he rocked against her ever so slightly.  “Ernest …” she begged, “please …”

Ernest poised himself above her, his gaze focused intently on hers, while he positioned himself at her entrance.  “Tell me if I need to stop.” He implored her with concern, although the darkness of lust still lingered in his eyes.  Ella just nodded and bit her lip as she felt him slide inside slowly, pausing every inch as he studied her expression until he had filled her completely.

Ella gave herself a moment to adjust to the new sensation, then slid her hands down his back to grip the meaty flesh above his buttocks to pull him tighter.  He started moving slowly, gradually causing the initial uncomfortable tightness to give way to a feeling of satisfying fullness. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, opening herself more to him as his breathing became more labored.  The heat began pooling again in her belly while his movements became more fervent, each thrust hitting a sweet spot within her that she hadn’t even known existed. She heard Ernest groan deeply in her ear, burying himself deep inside her as he found his release, sending her falling over the edge again as she felt her walls pulsing around him.

Afterwards they lay there in quiet, Ernest holding her body against his and Ella resting her cheek on the warm skin of his chest.  He stroked her hair lazily, staring at the ceiling as she traced irregular patterns in the light blanket of fuzz on his abdomen. Suddenly he felt a gentle vibration against his chest, accompanied by an audible chuckle from his wife.  He cocked his head to peer down at her, a confused and worrisome look upon his face. “What is it? Is something the matter?”

Ella perched up on a elbow to beam up at him, a wide grin upon her face as she continued to laugh softly.  Finally, seeing the concern in his eyes, she shook her head to reassure him. “No! No my dear, nothing is the matter.”  She gave him a sly smile, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I was just thinking how much trouble we could have saved if we had just done that on our wedding night.  It is very difficult to dislike you after such an activity.”

Ernest laughed out loud in response, a deep and soulful laugh that echoed throughout the room.  His eyes danced happily as he stared down at her, the joy apparent on his face. “It is a grand shame that we missed out on many months of that, my love.”  He reached up to cup her face in his palm, tracing his thumb along her cheekbone affectionately.  “However, as difficult as our journey was, I do believe it has made us stronger. And I do not regret anything that has lead us to this moment, Mrs. Sinclaire.”

Ella bent down and placed a single kiss upon his mouth, her lips curling upwards in a smile as they separated.  “I could not agree more, Mr. Sinclaire.”

END