Lost Pleasures Found (The Montgomery Family & Friends Book 1) Page 6

  “Of course, darling. Rest your pretty head on my shoulder. I’ll wake you when we arrive at the inn.” She sighed as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

  Several hours later, she awoke as the carriage pulled in front of the coaching inn. She stretched and yawned, trying to wake up. “Are we there yet?”

  “We are. I have made arrangements for us to have a private dining parlor, and adjoining bedchambers. We should be quite comfortable.” Henry turned and assisted her out of the carriage. Offering her his arm, he led her inside.

  The innkeeper came forward and greeted them. “Welcome. Everything is ready, milord.” He led them to the private dining parlor. “Dinner will be here shortly.”

  Henry helped her remove her cloak and pulled out her chair. Once she sat down, he took his seat. The owner returned with a servant, and they set the serving dishes on the table.

  The innkeeper bowed. “Please let me know if you need anything else, milord.” Then they left them alone.

  While the dinner tasted delicious, Melody was so nervous, she found it difficult to swallow. After they finished eating, Henry escorted her to her bedchamber. Opening the door, he stepped aside. “I shall send Millie up, so she can help you get ready. I’ll see you soon, my love.”

  After Henry closed the door, she glanced around the room and was relieved to see it clean and inviting. The bed had a pretty homemade quilt on it with lots of pillows at the head of it. A fire burned in the hearth, and the room felt toasty warm. She heard a knock on the door and let her maid in.

  “Lord Henry sent me up to help you get ready for bed, my lady.” Her maid pulled a beautiful, fine lawn night rail with a matching dressing gown from the valise. Melody smiled as she remembered her mother working on it each evening, making sure she would have something pretty to wear for this special night. Millie helped her remove her traveling dress and then brushed her long hair until it fell tangle free and shining down her back. Once her maid finished, she sent her away.

  Glancing around the room again, she looked at the bed Millie had turned down. Twisting her hands, she could not make up her mind. Should she get into bed, or should she sit in the chair until Henry joined her?

  Her heart pounded as fast as a drum, and her breathing grew shallow. Soon her husband would come through the door. Terror gripped her. She thought over what her mother had told her and tried to take comfort from her words.

  Oh, why was my mother so vague?

  Since her hands trembled and her knees shook, she decided she would get into bed and wait for her husband. Once she settled against the pillows, she took a deep, steadying breath and closed her eyes. Henry loved her. He would not do anything to hurt her. Her mother said to put her trust in him. All would be well.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Once Melody closed the door, Henry went downstairs and sent her maid up. He ordered a bottle of brandy, then went upstairs to his room and poured himself a glass to settle his nerves. At last, Melody belonged to him. After taking a quick, but thorough wash, he splashed on cologne and donned his dressing gown, leaving his trousers on so he would not alarm his bride.

  Pacing the room, he drank his brandy, trying to calm down. Desire surged through his body at the thought of finally making love to her. She must be nervous, because she had barely touched her food at dinner.

  Anxiety raced through him as he contemplated taking her virginity. There would be some pain involved, no matter how careful he was. He would need to take it slow and make sure he awoke her passions fully. Glancing at the clock, he realized that at last he could go to her. He knocked on the door, then opened it and entered the room.

  He drank in the vision before him. How lovely she looked with all her golden curls floating around her shoulders. This was the first time he had seen Melody with her hair down. It fell to her waist, and he could not wait to lose himself in all those glorious tresses.

  The scent of lemons filled the air with a touch of Melody’s own special essence. His nostrils flared, and he had to stifle his raging desire to make her his own. The very thought that Melody belonged to him had his senses reeling. It was a powerful aphrodisiac to know that no other man had ever touched her.

  He walked over to the bed and stroked her cheek. “You look so beautiful. I’ve always admired your hair, but I had no notion how truly lovely it would be.” He could see the fright shadowing her eyes, and he wanted to ease her fears, so he smiled encouragingly. “May I join you in our marriage bed?”

  Melody hesitantly nodded as he turned down the bedside lamp. He would have loved to keep it burning brighter, but she probably would prefer less light. Tossing back the covers, he slid in beside her and pulled her to him. He gazed deeply into her eyes, while gently stroking her cheek. Her skin felt as soft as silk, and he could touch it all night.

  She looked up at him, but then a delightful blush colored her cheeks, turning them rosy. She laid her head on his shoulder. Pulling her closer, he lifted her chin, slowly lowered his head and gently kissed her. She trembled as waves of apprehension rolled off her, and he sensed her anxiety.

  “Do you know what will happen tonight? You have nothing to fear. I promise I shan’t do anything to hurt you. We’ll take this slow with some kissing and touching, and if anything bothers you, let me know.”

  He kissed her again, and this time, he deepened it as he pulled her even closer. His desire ran hot, but he had to control it so he did not frighten her further. As he nibbled her lower lip, she sighed and opened for him, allowing him to slide his tongue in and taste her sweet essence. She followed his lead, stroking his with hers. The kisses grew hotter, and their breathing became heavier.

  While rubbing her back with slow, sensuous touches, he gently cupped her breast. Her nipple grew taut as he flicked it with his forefinger and lowered his head to kiss her neck. He nibbled his way down to the swell of her breasts. He could feel her quiver and suspected she must be experiencing her first real taste of desire. He felt incredibly honored to be the first and only man to ever see her in the throes of passion.

  “Let me help you remove your gown…I want to see your lovely breasts,” he whispered. “I have dreamed of them ever since I met you. I love your voluptuous curves. You look beautiful, all luscious, soft pink skin.”

  He removed her night rail and took off his robe and trouser and tossed them over the side of the bed. He stared at the beautiful sight before him. “Ah, your breasts are even more spectacular than I had imagined.” He kissed her again, but this time with more urgency. At last, he was skin to skin with her, and it sent pulses of pleasure to his aching cock. He rained kisses over her flushed face and silken cheeks. Her fresh, clean, womanly scent of her arousal drove him wild.

  He brushed feather light kisses down her neck again and moved lower, taking her nipple into his mouth. She drew in a shallow breath, and soon he had her moaning and writhing beneath him. The peak became rigid as he circled her areola with the tip of his finger and brushed his thumb across the tight bud. He moved to her other breast, took that nipple into his mouth, and gently suckled.

  His hand roamed slowly downward, and soon he reached the apex of her pretty, shapely thighs, where her golden curls covered her sweet spot. She quivered as he touched her. He moved his hand between her legs and found her little nubbin. She drew in a jagged breath. He circled her pleasure point and felt her wet arousal seep from her. She was so responsive to his touch. Even though his bride looked embarrassed by what must be happening to her body, he could tell she enjoyed his touch and did not want him to stop.

  Taking his finger, he slowly and gently pushed it inside of her, and she stiffened. He murmured softly, “Shhh, love. I shan’t do anything to hurt you. I promise you’ll enjoy this, relax and let yourself go.” He returned to stroking her and worked a second finger in, gently stretching her so she would be ready to receive him, all while continuing to rub her core.

  When her passage tightened around his fingers, he knew she was near her release. He parted her
legs and moved in-between. She stiffened when his thick shaft nestled against her belly.

  “Don’t be afraid,” he reassured her. “God made our bodies in a unique way, so I promise, we will fit perfectly. Your body wants to accept me inside yours. That’s why you’re wet.”

  He kissed her deeply, and he could feel her relaxing as she moaned and tossed her head back and forth on the pillow as he stroked and caressed. He carefully placed his shaft at the entrance of her passage, and then moved it up and down her nether lips, getting it wet with her juices.

  Slowly entering her, he groaned when her inner walls clenched around him. Ripples of heat flooded his body. He would need all the control he could find to keep from hurting her. Pushing in further, he came to her maidenhead. He stopped to gather his strength and kissed her, pushing through her barrier, burying himself deep inside. Knowing they were at last joined and made one, sent the most glorious sensations running through his body, and his love for her pervaded his soul.

  She gave a whimper and tensed. He murmured, “I’m sorry, love. I know that hurt, but I promise, soon you shan’t feel any pain, only pleasure.”

  He remained still to give her a chance to get used to him being inside her. Even though the desire to bury himself deeper almost overwhelmed him. His neck tensed, and his arms shook as he fought his need. Her tight passage wrapped around his shaft. When her body relaxed and opened for him, he slowly withdrew to the tip, then slid in again. She soon picked up his rhythm. Her soft moans and cries told him she enjoyed the friction of his movements. He picked up the pace, moving faster and faster.

  He could no longer hold back, but he wanted to make sure she reached her climax with him, so he reached down and rubbed her bud of desire. Her muscles tighten around his cock. To know he was the first man to bring her fulfillment filled him with a sense of awe.

  He watched her beautiful face as she went flying, and waves of pleasure rolled through her. Her channel squeezed his thick erection as she reached the heights of ecstasy, and her muscle spasms kept coming. He stiffened. His seed burst forth and flooded her passage for the first time. His pleasure, more intense than he had ever felt in his life, left him breathless. No words could describe the wonder of the moment.

  Gently pulling out of her body, he fell to the side and pulled her into his arms. “Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I? I know you felt some pain, but I tried to be gentle.”

  Melody gazed up at him and gave him a soft smile. “The barest of a moment, then as you promised, only pleasure afterwards. That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. Is it always like that?”

  “Oh, my darling girl,” he murmured, hugging her close, “it just keeps getting better and better.”

  So…he showed her all over again.

  * * * *

  Melody awakened and looked around the room. It took her a moment to remember where she was. Feeling something hard against the back of her bottom, she realized it was Henry’s…manhood.

  She had never dreamed lovemaking could be so fulfilling. It was so much more than she had ever expected. As she lay there, Henry stretched, obviously waking up. His hand found her breast, and he gently rubbed her nipple.

  Kissing the nape of her neck, he pulled her close and whispered, “Good morning, I hope you aren’t too sore from our lovemaking. Did you sleep well?”

  “Better than I can remember sleeping in years.” She closed her eyes, embarrassed by what happened the night before. “I’m not in any discomfort.”

  “Then roll over so I can give you a proper good morning kiss,” he murmured. When she did, he kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he continued to stroke her breast and up and down her sides. Before long, he slowly entered her. Spreading her thighs wider, she welcomed him inside. He pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, deepening his thrusts.

  While nuzzling her breasts and suckling her nipples, his morning beard brushed against the skin. A slow burn began in her belly. Waves of pleasure rolled through her. She met him stroke for vigorous stroke. The thrill of it rippled through her as she went over the edge into the amazing sensations she had experienced the night before.

  Throwing his head back, Henry shouted, “Ah, yes…” as he emptied his essence inside her. When his seed filled her, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing she had given him such fulfillment. He collapsed on top of her, and tenderness for her new husband permeated her soul. As she held him in her arms, she kissed his shoulder and ran her hands down his strong back, relishing the feel of his rippling muscles under her hands. He rolled to her side, pulling her to him, and kissed her temple. She contentedly ran her fingers through his patch of chest hair, reveling in the closeness.

  As he stroked her shoulders, he inhaled and exhaled a slow breath. “Now, that is a marvelous way to greet the morning. As splendid as this feels, we need to dress. I suspect it’s quite late, and we have another long day of traveling before us.”

  “Oh, do we have to?” Realizing how that must sound, her cheeks grew warm. “Of course, you’re right.”

  Smiling, he crawled from the bed, and she could not help admiring his strong back and tight buttocks. She hated it when he pulled his robe around him, hiding his glorious masculine body from her sight.

  While tying the sash around his trim waist, he told her, “I shall return to my room, so you can get ready to leave. I’ll have your maid bring some hot water for your morning ablutions.”

  She rose up on her elbows, and the covers slipped to her waist. Henry’s eyes turned hot. He leaned over and kissed one of her nipples. “Oh Lord, what you do to me.” After giving her a kiss on the cheek, he stood. “Meet me in the dining parlor when you’re dressed, and we can break our fast before we depart.” Leaning over the bed, he placed another playful kiss on her nose. “See you soon, sweetheart.”

  Melody decided she would enjoy being married, even more than she had ever dreamed. As she rose from the bed, a burning between her thighs had her gasping. She was more than a little sore, but she would bear it, enjoying Henry’s lovemaking made it all worthwhile.

  She went to the dressing table, picked up her brush and pulled it through her knotted hair, but fighting the tangles was a price she did not mind paying. Henry loved seeing it unbound. He had mentioned it several times throughout the night, and at one point he had draped it across his massive chest.

  Hearing a knock at the door, she let her maid in. Millie poured hot water into the basin behind the screen. After her maid went to her valise and began to pull out her attire for the day, Melody went behind the privacy screen.

  The steaming water soothed the soreness between her legs. As she washed away the traces of her virgin’s blood, her cheeks grew hot as she remembered why it marred her thighs. She hurried through the rest of her ablutions, and Millie helped don her traveling dress, then she made her way to the dining parlor.

  Henry stood when she entered. “Come in and take a seat. Breakfast has arrived. I’m famished, and I’m sure you are as well. After all, I kept you awake well into the night and enjoyed your charms again this morning.”

  She blushed and gave a nervous giggle. “Please, I’m embarrassed enough, without you talking about it.”

  “Sorry, love, but you’re so much fun to tease. Let us dine, so we can get our day started. It will be a full one.” After they finished their breakfast, Henry led her out to their carriage and helped her get seated inside. “I’m going to ride Jupiter, since I know he needs a good run. I shall join you in a few hours. Why don’t you take a nap?”

  She smiled. “I may do that. Have a good ride.”

  She watched him mount Jupiter and ride off. The wind blew his thick, red-gold hair, and she longed to run her fingers through it. He looked so handsome in his dark blue jacket and glossy black Hessians. His buff breeches hugged his buttocks and well-developed thighs, and a tingling sensation started in her nether region. What a fortunate young woman she was to have such a virile young hu
sband.

  Melody settled against the tufted cushions, pulled out her book and lost herself in the story and did not notice how much time had passed until the carriage slowed, then stopped in front of another coaching inn.

  Henry helped her out, and they went inside. After he procured a room, she went upstairs and freshened up, then joined him in the private parlor for luncheon. The beef and kidney pie tasted delicious and more than quelled her hunger. As usual, Henry dove in and quickly demolished the meal.

  * * * *

  Once they resumed their journey, her husband joined her in the carriage. He told her several amusing stories from his youth and soon had her laughing over all the mischief he used to get into with his friends. As she told him some of her adventures with Susan and Brandon, the way she moved her hands when she grew excited brought a smile to his face.

  When Melody talked of her parents, he wished he’d had parents as loving as hers. No wonder she had cried a few tears when they left her home. He promised himself that he would make sure she saw her parents often. Even though they would not live close to them initially, they would be near them by spring.

  Over the next five days, he spent much of the time getting to know his new wife better. The more he learned of Melody, the more he wanted to know. He would never grow tired of talking to her. He thanked God he had found her and that she had agreed to marry him.

  Their nights were filled with passion and tenderness. Melody became quite adventurous in bed, being more than willing to try whatever he suggested. He found her untutored enthusiasm arousing, and as each day passed, his love grew stronger. He had never felt such passion in his life. While he had never been a rake by any stretch of the imagination, he had enjoyed the favors of a few courtesans in his past, but none of them stirred him as his innocent wife did.