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The race wasn’t a long one and they were at their new home soon enough, both having reached the stables at the same time; and while Arthur was tempted to argue that he had won, he knew it was a futile effort and that it’d actually been a draw. Regardless, they handed off the horses to the stablehand before heading toward the house, ready to investigate their new home together as neither of them had actually been inside it before. But just as they approached the front door, Arthur stopped, reaching an arm out in front of his wife to make sure she stopped, as well.

“Hold on,” he ordered, looking at the door and then to her. “Something’s wrong.”

Nora paused, watching him. "What is it?" she asked, and moved behind him.

“I can’t let you go in there like this,” he announced, then quickly turned around and scooped her up into his arms, the back of her knees over one arm while he supported her back with the other, and started carrying her into the house. ”Now we can go in.”

Nora gasped as he picked her up, clinging to him. She had guessed that he was strong, but he held her effortlessly as he carried her inside, into the well-lit hall.

It was much fancier than her own house. That was the first thing she noticed. A large, grand staircase led up to the next floor, and various other doors held other rooms both on this level and the next.

"Do you want to explore?" Nora asked.

“If you’d like to, we can,” he answered while softly setting her down on her feet.

Nora squeezed his hand gently. "Arthur," she looked up at him, "I know it's the wedding night and I said I'm nervous, but if you aren't… if you don't think you can tonight, please don't make yourself do anything."

His eyes flicked to her rather than looking around the room and he studied her face for a moment, humming, before he scooped her up again. “Exploration can wait until tomorrow,” he mumbled while setting off to find the bedroom.

"Oh," she whispered, cheeks burning as he carried her. "S-so that's a- oh." She bit her lip. The part of her that was nervous was wondering how it would be, and the part of her that was excited was wondering the exact same thing. Her hand stroked over his shoulder, and she nuzzled into his neck, letting him take her to their room.

The anticipation combined with her face against his neck already had him getting hard, but he focused on finding their room—yet door after door on the first level came up with anything but. Arthur soon carried her up the stairs to the second level and, after a couple more doors, found what he was looking for, kicking it shut behind him as he carried his wife to the bed and set her down on her feet beside it, pressing his lips to hers at the same time.

Nora moaned, even as she started to tremble, and her eyes fell on the screen next to what seemed to be her side of the bed if the drawers with her clothes in them seemed to indicate. "We should," she swallowed, "get… undressed."

“We can do that here,” he replied after following her gaze, though a grin had spread across his face, teasing. “Or do you want to be proper?”

Nora looked up at him, and then exhaled heavily, taking a step back. "S-sorry," she stammered. "I just- want to- go slowly."

His grin softened into a smile and he held his hands up, stepping away from her. “We’ll go at whatever pace you feel most comfortable with.”

Nora leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, then stepped away behind the screen and began to remove her dress, leaving her in the thin dress below that clung to her and ended just above the knee. She tossed the dress over the screen so that it hung down over the other side. "Tell me when you're, um, ready."

As soon as she disappeared, Arthur sat on the edge of his side of the bed and pulled his boots off, setting them to the side next to the nightstand, then went to the dresser and rifled through it briefly until he found a loose tunic. Pulling his uniform off, he tugged the tunic on but didn’t bother with any pants, opting to just sleep in his underwear. ‘Sleep.’

“I’m done,” he called to her after getting into bed.

Nora hurried out from behind the screen with her arms crossed over her chest and lifted the covers, sliding in next to him on her back.

Rolling onto his side to face her, Maxson watched as she settled beneath the covers. “Good?”

She shuffled a little closer, looking over at him. "Mhmm." She wasn't quite sure what she wanted, in truth. Just the feeling of being in a bed with him was making a dull throbbing sensation between her thighs, and yet she was nervous. "Arthur," she bit her lip, "I'm worried about it… hurting."

The arm he was leaning on bent so his hand was supporting his head while his free hand snuck toward her, knuckles gently touching her chin. “It will hurt at first, but I’ll make sure it doesn’t as much as possible.”

Nora shivered, from cold, not fear, and moved closer to him. Without the layers of clothing on him, he bled heat, and she instinctively snuggled in, pressing herself against him and wrapping her arms around him, ignoring the obvious hardness.

"I trust you," she mumbled, tucking her head beneath his jaw.

Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her close and held her tightly against him; but the feeling of her face so close to his neck again—especially his throat—had him releasing a low noise. “Good, because I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

She nuzzled at him, even as she let her thigh slowly drape over his. "Can," she licked her lips, "you just… start and I- I tell you when to stop?"

A small smile crossed his face. “Ah… if you’re asking if I can just start having sex with you now,” his hand went to her thigh as it draped over him, his rough palm just gently stroking part of it, “Then no. I told you I’d make sure you enjoyed it. There’s more to it than just the initial act.”

Nora looked away. "… like what?"

Letting go of her thigh, he gently took ahold of her chin and turned her face so she was looking at him. “Let me show you,” he said quietly before kissing her again.

Nora whimpered, her eyes closing, and her hands grasped at his tunic, pulling her body flush against his like it had been at the bonfire. Only now there was much less clothing between them, and it was abundantly clear that she wore nothing else under the thin, clinging underdress. One hand cupped his face, and she panted, a renewed heat rushing through her.

While their lips were together, his own hand roamed her body, gently touching in places she likely wouldn’t be too uncomfortable with—her side, thigh, collarbone, but not the more intimate spots since he knew she might need time for that. Besides, getting her wound up by not paying attention to those sensitive areas would make her more needy and wanting, and that would definitely help once she was ready.

Breaking away, Maxson trailed soft, slow kisses down her chin and jaw until he reached the side of her neck where he focused more attention by placing kisses, licks, and gentle nips to her skin.

The moment his mouth found her neck, Nora was gasping, wet heat pooling between her thighs. Her movements mirrored his, hands roaming over his back, along his sides, stroking over the muscle that she felt there. He wasn't soft in the slightest, but as her fingers teased along the line of hair that poked out from the top of his tunic, she realised that was just as arousing as the way his mouth was working her over. Breath coming sharply, she couldn't help rolling her hips.

His lips moved to her throat, slowly tracing the column down toward her clavicle where his tongue dipped into the notch just briefly before he started moving to her right side, kissing along the bone and then her shoulder—until he gently bit down right where her neck met her shoulder.

Nora tugged at her dress as she gasped loudly, exposing her shoulder to him as her own mouth found his neck and started to kiss and nibble, copying what he did.

The same noise she’d coaxed from him when they were dancing and her face was in his neck rumbled from his chest again as she was kissing and nibbling the same area, only this time it was more obvious—louder. His lips pulled away from her briefly as he sighed, head tipping back just slightly to bare more of his throat for her and to encourage that she continue those same actions.

“Can I—mmmnn—can I get on top of you?” he asked quietly. “You can say no.”

“What do you want to do?” she whispered, as her hands ran up his arms.

Returning his gaze to her, his tongue swept along his bottom lip, wetting it. “I just want to feel you beneath me. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

She nodded, and rolled onto her back, releasing him so he could do as he wished.

Arthur moved with her, his upper half leaning over her first, hands going to the mattress a little above either side of her head and then lowering to his elbows before he moved one leg between hers, his knee gently nudging her thighs open. But rather than his other leg joining right away, he waited, making sure she was alright with what he was doing as his lips went back to her collarbone so he could place soft kisses.

She felt like she wanted to tear off her dress and let him do as he wished, because the more his beard scratched along her collarbone and the neckline of her dress… she reached up and undid the ties holding the top of the dress together and let it loosen, trying to work out what she wanted next as she tangled her fingers into his hair gently.

“Do you want your dress off?” Arthur asked against her skin while shifting a little lower, teeth nipping just beneath her collarbone before he was kissing the same spot as if apologizing. He was leaning on one arm now, the other having reached down so his hand was on the outside of her thigh, his palm gently stroking up and down her skin without going too high up that she’d be uncomfortable.

She breathed out heavily. “I don’t know what I want,” she admitted softly, even as she tugged her dress down so that her shoulders were both bare. The fabric rested just above the swell of her breasts and she reached down to curl the hem of the dress around her fingers. “Do you- want to- take anything off?”

Shifting up her body again, Maxson pressed his lips against hers in a brief kiss before pulling away and sitting up on his knees, straddling one of her thighs since he hadn’t actually gotten both of his legs between hers. With that, he grabbed onto his tunic and tugged it over his head, then tossed it away before he was leaning back down over her again, his lips finding her collarbone once more.

One hand remained in his hair, her shoulder tight against her body, and as Nora lay back, she realised that the fabric was wrinkling, showing more of her. Her grip tightened on the dress as her eyes closed, and soft moans escaped her with each kiss he pressed to her skin.

With her attention focused elsewhere, Arthur took the chance to move his other leg between her thighs, nudging them open a little with his knee so he could settle between them while being careful not to grind himself against her despite how damn bad he wanted to.

“You know,” he spoke against her skin in between kisses, “The moment I saw you after all that time apart…” he nipped her clavicle, “I wanted to do this. To be with you.”

Nora whined gently. “What… were you thinking?”

His lips trailed lower to her chest. “Kissing and touching every part of your body. Making you scream my name in pleasure.” His eyes flicked up to her from where he was hovering above her chest, lips just barely grazing her skin. “And you will be screaming my name in pleasure,” he said, reassuring her.

Heat rushed through her and she swallowed. “O-oh,” she whispered. “That’s… a-a big promise, Arthur.” She was too hot to really taunt him about it, and the way his mouth was hovering along her neckline was making her want the whole thing gone.

“Is it?” he teased, a broad grin stretching across his face. “Well, I suppose we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?” Shifting his legs closer against her, he spread hers a bit more by doing so to where the backs of her thighs were leaned against the tops of his own.

Her hand reached down, tugging the dress so that it hid her, and her eyes briefly met his. “I-I’m a little cold,” she murmured.

As soon as she reached down, he moved his legs further back, giving her more room to close them again so she wouldn’t feel like he was rushing her or anything; the last thing he wanted was to go faster than his wife desired. If she didn’t enjoy it, then neither would he.

But it was clear from her words—or at least how he interpreted them—that she was getting a bit uncomfortable, and perhaps that was her trying to find some distance. Arthur studied her face for a few seconds before leaning down to briefly kiss her forehead, then immediately pulled away and got off the bed to work on starting a fire. There likely would have been one started and ready by the time they’d gotten home if they’d returned later when they had been expected, but considering they left earlier than intended, the servants hadn’t prepared one yet—which left it up to him.

Nora huddled into the covers whilst he stoked the fire, watching him as he moved around the room. Gods. She couldn’t not stare. He was built like some kind of war deity, muscle thick in his arms and neck, around his shoulders. Her eyes fell on his ass, and they stayed there, watching as he walked and knelt.

Once he was done with the fire, its flames bright and illuminating the room while radiating heat, Arthur stood and turned back toward the bed, approaching. He’d gone soft by this point but it wouldn’t take long to get him going again. Still, despite the sexual tension of the night, Nora managed to see a side of him not many had witnessed before, because he was comfortable; and when he was comfortable with someone, he took advantage of that.

Maxson pounced her even though she was bundled beneath the covers, remaining on his hands and knees over her, though one hand gently tugged at the blanket. “Are you going to let me under here?”

As the fire slowly began to warm the room, Nora released the covers and gripped at the hem of her dress, nodding. “Y-yes.” She drew up her leg and nudged the covers so that there was a gap, inviting him in.

Slipping beneath the warmth of the blanket, he settled beside her, rather than atop her as he was before, and wrapped one arm around her waist. “Nora, if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to,” he said quietly. “I don’t expect anything from you.”

She leaned into him. “I’m fine,” she said softly. “I just… I’m getting used to this. It’s new for me. I want to do this.”

Slowly, his hand rubbed up and down her side. “Do you want me to go back to doing what I was doing before? I can… stay over here, if you’d like. Or you can get on top of me, if you feel like that’d give you more control.”

“What you were doing before,” she said. “I-I just thought if I took… anything off before, I’d be… cold. And- I don’t really want to be shivering when this happens because the room is too chilly for me to enjoy it.”

A smile broke his lips. “I understand,” he said, leaning over to gently kiss her. “Do you want to try to get on top of me, instead, though? You can keep your dress on, if you’d like. And if it’s uncomfortable, we can switch around.”

“No,” she bit her lip, “you on top is… is fine. Please, um, could you…”

Arthur shifted over her again, his thighs moving back between her legs as they did before but not pushing them wide open like last time. He kissed her again, holding it much longer, while one hand went down to the outside of her thigh and gently pulled it against his hip as he stroked her skin. Nora reached over, grasping the hand on her thigh and guiding it to the neckline of her dress, gently tucking his fingers into it and tugging, just a little, to let him know what it was she wanted.

With a quiet noise of acknowledgement, Arthur gently and slowly tugged the neck of her dress down, his lips pulling away from hers so he could trail kisses down her throat and neck and down to her chest to kiss each spot as it was being exposed.

She slid her arms out of the dress, raising them just a little to let him continue to pull. Her breath caught as his beard scratched at the sensitive swell of her breast, and one hand moved to his hair.

It was still a gradual movement, but he eventually slid her dress down beneath her breasts, stopping there and not going any further. He trailed his lips along the top of one of them while a hand gently cupped the other from beneath, thumb rolling over her nipple just as he started moving closer to her other nipple with his mouth.

Her breathing was sharp, but not panicked. She’d touched herself before more times than she could count, but his hands were better, bigger and slightly rougher, and her eyes watched the way his lips trailed towards the dark peak of her breast and her breath caught in expectation, her thighs drawing up.

Just before his lips reached her nipple, Arthur’s eyes flicked up to look at her, noticing how she was watching what he was doing; he couldn’t help the broad grin that stretched across his face just before he dragged the flat of his tongue along the peaked bud, swirling it lightly and teasingly. At the same time, he gently pinched her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Her eyes closed briefly, a little jolt of heat flaring between her thighs. “Arthur,” she panted softly, but it wasn’t a question. It was a way she had never said his name before and she already liked the way it sounded when she did. “More?”

“More, hm?” he asked. “And what more do you want?”

She looked up at him with a weak glare. “I don’t know, Arthur,” she pointed out. “You’re the only one that does, remember?”

Leaning up her body, he kissed her. “Hey, relax. I’m only teasing,” he said quietly. “I promised I’d take care of you and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Then can you do it, please,” she whispered.

Part of him wanted to tease her about being impatient, but it seemed her patience had grown thin in more ways than one. “Yeah, of course,” he replied, kissing her one more time. He moved back down to her chest again, licking at her nipple one more time before abruptly sucking it into his mouth, holding it briefly; once he let go, he gave her other one the same treatment, ensuring both were peaked. With a quick glance up to her, Maxson slowly started sliding her dress further down her body.

Nora arched up to let him do so, her voice cracking as she cried out. Both hands were in his hair, nails digging into his scalp. Her eyes squeezed shut and she felt herself throb, heat coiling beneath her skin. The noise of his mouth working her over was somehow more noticeable with her eyes shut but that just made it better. The scratch of his beard on her skin had her lips parting wide, lashes fluttering as she wriggled a little under the onslaught of pleasure from Arthur’s mouth.

The dress remained bundled just beneath her navel as he started paying attention to the newly-revealed area, one hand snaking up to her breast and cupping, massaging it, running his thumb over her nipple, while his other was stroking up and down her side to feel her soft curves. Her body was so much different from his—soft and lithe compared to his rough and bulky—and he just couldn’t get enough of touching her and tasting her. Arthur dragged his lips down between her breasts and to her upper stomach, his tongue gently dragging along her skin as he placed soft kisses.

“You have no idea how good you taste, Nora,” he breathed against her, the hand on her side slipping beneath her back and encouraging her to arch up into him.

“Probably a little sweaty,” she panted, her thighs pressing against him.

Arthur lightly laughed and shook his head. “Makes it sweeter,” he countered, kissing a little lower to just above her navel. The hand on her breast slid down to her dress, fingers curling beneath the fabric as he glanced up at her. “Can I take this off?”

Nora paused, and then she nodded, biting her lip as she looked away and relaxed to let him remove it from her.

Sitting up onto his knees, he grabbed onto her dress and gently slid it down her legs and off, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed so she’d be able to reach it if she wanted to. He didn’t lean back down right away, though, nor did he look her body over just yet, instead keeping his gaze on her face at first; but after a moment, he let his eyes drop—slowly—so he was taking in every curve and mark of her body.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

Nora met his gaze and couldn’t hold it. The way he was looking at her was too intense. Like he wanted to consume her. One hand draped over her stomach, and the other folded over it. She swallowed. Was this it? Was he going to fuck her?

There was one last quick look just before Maxson leaned over her again, his lips pressing against hers in a deep kiss that he held as long as he could; but as soon as it broke, he started trailing kisses straight down her body. “You look so damn good,” he purred.

“Why are you,” her breath hitched, “still wearing your…”

“You’re not ready yet,” he mumbled. “Need to make sure you’re ready.”

She blinked, sitting up on her elbows. “… how?”

Flicking his eyes up to her, Arthur gave her a mischievous grin, his lips hovering just above her lower abdomen now. But rather than answering the question, he grabbed onto the back of one of her legs, pushing it up so her thigh was over his shoulder as he went a little further down and immediately dove in to drag the flat of his tongue up her folds.

Nora muffled her shocked scream of pleasure with her hands, a tremor rushing through her. Oh.

He hooked an arm around her thigh, his hand moving to rest on her mound so his thumb was able to pull the hood of her clit back, exposing it while, at the same time, he used that same thumb and forefinger to spread her lower lips a little more, baring her for him. Keeping his gaze on her face, the tip of his tongue flicked against her clit repeatedly, occasionally alternating between that and swirling the flat of it against the swollen bundle of nerves.

The pleasure that slammed into her abruptly was almost too much. It took her breath away, and as her heels dug into his back, half-choked gasps becoming the only noise that could escape her mouth, Nora arched, one hand grabbing the back of his head as the other fisted into the sheets.

Arthur’s free hand reached up to where she was grabbing onto the sheets and he slipped his fingers around her fist briefly before he went to her breast, cupping and groping again. Her clit was sucked between his lips, tongue flicking against the bud while it was in his mouth. Fuck, he wished he had more hands—he wanted to touch her. Everywhere.

A light sheen of sweat covered her skin now as Arthur’s mouth worked her relentlessly, and Nora lay there, half-sobbing in shocked pleasure, feeling that coiling between her thighs already. She had touched herself before, often, and it had never felt as good as it did right now. She gripped the wrist slung over her body, nails digging in to ground herself. “Arthur,” she keened. “Arthur!”

The sound of her voice had him aching for her; he could feel his cock pulsing, nearly begging to be touched, but he wasn’t about to try to rush anything or take it too fast. Besides, that sound also meant she was close, and he wanted to get her tipping over that edge and tipping over it hard. He sucked on her clit even rougher, a low groan escaping him and sending slight vibrations right into her core as it did.

She didn’t want to know how he had gotten so good at this, all she knew was that she was going to reach that edge fast. Hips rocking, bucking, she felt her breath coming in short, heavy gulps, and as her nails dug into his scalp, her stomach started to swoop.

“Oh, fuck!” she yelped, and a tremor rushed through her.

Her orgasm hit without mercy, uncoiling from between her thighs to sap the strength from her muscles and leave her shaking beneath Arthur’s mouth. Her fingers trembled in his hair, toes curling, and her back arched off the bed, the air hitting her and cooling the sweat that had covered her body as she tried to come down from that high.

Rather than suddenly stopping, he gradually did so, helping her ride her orgasm out until she was beginning to come down from it, and he released her clit from his mouth. Maxson climbed back up her body, giving her a break for a few moments, and began to kiss her neck. “Good?” he asked against her skin.

Every part of her twitched as he touched it, her skin so sensitive after such powerful sensations. She gently pushed him away, heat thrumming through her. “Yes,” she breathed. “But… give me, I need… a moment.”

A light chuckle escaped him. “Of course,” he said as he moved to lay beside her. “… Is it too early to say I kept my promise already?”

“Which one?” she panted, curling into him. She was suddenly cold, and she had a feeling it was because she had been so hot, and now the room wasn’t as warm as she had been.

“The one where you would be screaming my name in pleasure,” he answered.

Trembling, Nora ran her fingers through her hair. “Wasn’t a scream.”

“Oh, sorry. I guess you were mewling my name. I’ll have to fix that.”

She wasn’t sure where to look - at his face, at his body, at the ceiling - so she rolled onto her side, and buried her face in his arm. “Mm-hmm.” Nora hadn’t realised that anyone could even do that with their mouth, and now the phantom sensations of his lips sucking at her had a new heat throbbing between her thighs despite how little time it had been since the last time he’d made her cum. She kissed his bicep, her eyes meeting his.

One of his eyebrows cocked up. “Mm, want more already?” he asked, smirking.

“You’re- where did you even- learn that?” Nora mumbled, clinging to him.

“I’ve been in the military for four years,” he replied. “That’s probably all you really want to know.”

“I suppose,” she whispered. “Um. Can you… again?”

“Sounds like someone,” he started as he rolled atop her, “Is going to be asking for this a lot. Lady Maxson might end up being spoiled.” Just like before, Arthur trailed kisses down her body until he was between her legs, one arm wrapping around her thigh again to spread her lower lips and pull the hood of her clit back. His free hand, however, didn’t go up to her breast this time, but instead he gently rubbed the tips of his fingers along her slit.

“I need to use my fingers,” he said quietly, kissing the inside of her thigh. “I’ll be gentle and start with one, but if you want to take me, then you’ll need three.”

Nora stiffened a little, but then she nodded, taking a deep breath. She settled back against the bed, watching him. “Ok.”

“I won’t hurt you. It’ll feel uncomfortable and it might, uh…” he thought for a second on how to describe it based on how it’d been described to him in the past.

She cleared her throat. “I’ve… used my own fingers before, Arthur.” Her cheeks burned. “A lot.”

That made him pause. “Oh. Well, that makes this easier, I suppose.” Leaning in, Maxson dragged the flat of his tongue against her clit, swirling along it; at the same time, he pressed the tip of his middle finger against her entrance, slowly pushing in.

The mixture of slick heat and the roughness of his finger had Nora moaning gently, and she lay back, her eyes closing as his finger began to fill her. His was about the size of two of hers, if a little slimmer, and she shivered in expectation. It felt so different to her own.

“Mmm,” she whimpered, her lashes fluttering.

“Doing okay?” he asked, his hand stopping where it was at. “I can go slower, if you need.”

“No, no,” she assured him, looking down briefly. Gods, his eyes. So blue, and filled with so much concern for her. “This is- it’s good.”

Nodding, he leaned back in again and sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue against it while his finger started pushing into her more, working deeper with a steady back-and-forth motion until he had it buried to the last knuckle. He kept his hand still at first, though, even as he continued sucking on her clit, but the first movement his hand did make was a small, shallow thrust that had the pad of his finger moving around just slightly to try and find that hidden bundle of nerves inside her.

He caught it and Nora cried out sharply, a sudden wave of heat rushing through her. The constant, slow, back and forth motions of his finger touched against a patch on her walls that left her gasping on the bed. “Arthur!” she whimpered, half questioning, half thanking.

A low noise was made against her as he sucked harder, his finger curving to press against that spot a little more while he kept up the slow thrusts. It really hadn’t taken long to find what he was looking for, but now that he found it, he’d certainly take advantage of it every chance he got.

Pulling his finger out until just the tip was left in, Maxson started to slowly work his ring one into her, as well.

There was a slight sting, and Nora’s jaw clenched, but she let out a long, slow breath. It seemed to help, and as his mouth kept working her over, she relaxed as much as she could with the pleasure that was rushing through her, starting to coil again between her thighs.

Flicking the tip of his tongue against her clit, he kept working his fingers in, though paused once they were at the second knuckles, deciding to let her body adjust a little more. Arthur released her clit from his mouth then, instead lapping at it while his eyes turned up to look at her face.

Wriggling against his fingers and tongue, Nora groaned, her back arching. She could feel him looking at her, and she briefly looked down to meet his gaze. The sight of him gazing up at her from between her legs was unbearably enjoyable and her stomach swooped again, not so close to another peak but not far off it either. “Don’t stop,” she gasped.

Fuck, he wanted her badly, and her words made him nearly pulse again. Maxson groaned against her before he started working his two fingers in once more, managing to get them in to the last knuckles while he kept lapping at her clit, allowing her to see his tongue as he did. He started beckoning inside her, pushing up against her sweet spot repetitively.

Nora’s hips jerked, but not from pain. A sharp gasp escaped her, then another, and in moments, as his fingers kept working her, they began to come out in little cries and whimpers. The sound of his fingers was louder, and she spread her thighs as wide as she could, rocking against the man’s mouth. “Arthur!” she cried, feeling that coil tighten. A few more thrusts, and she clamped down around the unfamiliar thickness breaching her, cries filling the room.

Just like last time, he helped her ride her orgasm out, only pulling away from her clit once he knew she was coming down from it all. He didn’t, however, pull his fingers from her, but instead just kept them still. “I can either keep my fingers in or take them out, it’s up to you. But it might be really sensitive if I pull them out.”

She was still twitching again, and Nora gave herself a long few moments to recover. “What happens if,” she inhaled sharply, “you l-leave them in?”

“Nothing, other than I don’t have to work them in again,” he answered.

“Leave them in,” she mumbled, leaning back against the bed for a bit. “How- how soon are you going to,” she bit her lip, “add… another?”

“As soon as you want me to. My fingers are a lot bigger than yours, so three of mine is…” he glanced at one of her hands, “Not the same.”

Nora looked at him. “Go on,” she said softly. “I-I want this, Arthur. I- I want you.”

Wetting his bottom lip, he glanced down between her legs where his hand was, then back at her face before he slipped his two fingers out to where just the tips were left in, then started working in a third. His mouth went to her clit again, tongue lapping at the swollen bud like before to help counter the stinging with pleasure.

Her moan was a combination of discomfort and pleasure, and as the third finger began to push into her, Nora shut her eyes and concentrated on the slick, wet licking that was making her tremble, pleasure thrumming through her. “A-Arthur,” she breathed, running her hand through his hair.

Every time she said his name, he had to hold himself back from wanting to just take her right then and there; from wanting to spread her legs around his waist and fuck her straight into the mattress. He knew she’d enjoy it, of course, but this was a pace she wanted—and she needed to be prepped, anyway. Besides, he enjoyed giving pleasure… he was just growing impatient with each moan and sigh she made, especially when they were combined with his name.

The third finger was worked in to the first knuckle and he stopped, giving her a chance to adjust while he sucked her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue against the swollen bundle of nerves. As soon as he felt her body adjust enough, Arthur started pushing his fingers in more, still using that steady back-and-forth motion until, finally, he had them in to the last knuckle.

Panting sharply, Nora’s toes started to curl as he kept attending her, and she rocked, hips rolling against his touch. “Arthur!” It came out as a louder cry, and her heel dug into his back, used as leverage to deal with the pleasure from his mouth that was only barely dampened by the sting. And when his fingers brushed against her sweet spot…

“Fuck,” he groaned against her, the word muffled since his mouth was… well, full. Maxson used his knees to push himself forward a little, his face pressing more against her while he sucked even harder, his tongue roughly rubbing and grinding on her clit. He’d let his fingers remain still inside her since they were hilted, but hearing her cry out his name… fuck, he wanted to please her—wanted to make her cum again. Like before, he started beckoning, the pads of them rubbing against that hidden patch with each movement, his wrist slowly thrusting back and forth to work along with it.

Her breath came out choked again and Nora arched desperately up into his mouth, the sensation of the friction dulling the sting as his fingers worked in and out of her. “Oh,” she gasped, as that coil grew tighter, “oh, Arthur, Arthur, fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, more!”

Angling his wrist just a little, he pressed his fingers firmly against her sweet spot and rubbed, quickly stroking back and forth, beckoning her toward the edge as he kept roughly sucking her clit and dragging his tongue against it.

As Nora tipped over the edge with a sharp scream of Arthur’s name, she realised the soles of her feet were hot, and dimly remembered what he had said to her earlier even as she trembled frantically beneath his attentions, her eyes squeezing shut. Her thighs wanted to clamp around his hand but she didn’t let that happen, digging her heels into his back instead.

He slowly slid his fingers out but kept her clit in his mouth to help her ride her orgasm until the end, eventually releasing her as soon as she was starting to come down from the high of it. Licking his lips, Arthur climbed up the bed, his hand—the one that hadn’t had fingers inside her—wiping down his face to clean his beard of her slick and cum just before he reached her, and he leaned down to press his lips to hers in a kiss. “Good?” he mumbled into it.

Trembling again, Nora looked over at him, moaning softly into the kiss. “My feet are hot,” she panted quietly.

He could only grin. “So I kept two promises, then. Perfect.”

Her cheeks burned. “Mhmm.” Nora’s gaze dropped to where she could see him pressed against his underwear. “So…”

Following her gaze, he looked down at himself, then back up at her. “Mm, I suppose I should remove them, shouldn’t I?” he said. “Or would you like to?”

Her mouth fell open. "I- um-"

She reached down, her fingers skimming over his side to hook into the waistband of the fabric, and she slowly tugged, both hands coming to pull until it began to slip over his hips and down his thighs. "Is," she licked her lips, pulling further, "it's very…"

Nora had lived all her life on a farm. She'd seen animals in rut before. It was normal. Arthur was different. She had no frame of reference. He seemed big, but then, so would any man at this time, and she reached out a hand to touch him gently. The sensation was soft, softer than she had thought it would be, and she couldn't help running her fingers up and down him.

His underwear was pushed off the rest of the way and kicked off the bed, uncaring of where it fell. But the second her fingers were touching him so damn gently, his body nearly jerked away, mostly from sensitivity in a certain area that she wouldn’t have any way to be aware of. Arthur moved to sit back on his knees, still between her legs, and he reached down to take ahold of her hand, guiding it so her fingers wrapped around his cock and slowly stroked back and forth rather than how they’d initially been grazing and gently touching along his shaft.

Nora followed his example, licking her lips. "It's… not what I thought it would be," she admitted, as she leaned back to try and coax him into following her down.

He followed, leaning over her. “And what did you think it would be, hm?”

Her eyes fell on where her hand rested, just above her mound now, and she released him, her hands going to the back of his head. "I… don't know. Just. Lots of euphemisms. Like… rod and such. So, maybe I was… expecting something less, I don't know, sort of velvety."

Arthur couldn’t help the snorting laugh that escaped him. “Well, uh… yeah, I can see what you mean.” Leaning down more, he kissed her gently, hoping he hadn’t embarrassed her by laughing.

Nora felt that hardness against her skin and her hips rolled, rubbing along the length of him, working slowly back and forth as she pressed against him, deepening the kiss.

The movement coaxed a low groan from his chest, immediately changing his tune and diverting his attention, and he shifted between her legs a little so he was at the right angle and position to push in; but rather than doing so, he broke the kiss without pulling away, speaking against her lips. “Are you ready?” he asked quietly.

Nora nodded. "Yes."

Pulling away from her lips briefly, Maxson wet his fingers and reached down between their bodies, wiping his saliva along the head of his cock before taking ahold of it and guiding himself against her, then slowly beginning to press in, using that same steady, back-and-forth motion he’d used with his fingers as he did.

The first thing she really noticed as he began to fill her was how warm he felt. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, thighs drawing up around his waist, the heat of him was surprising. He was thicker all around than three of his fingers, but he seemed to glide in easier, though if that was the preparation or just the way his cock worked, Nora wasn't sure. Either way, despite the slight sting, she was moaning softly as he began to work his cock into her.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his head dropped a little, eyes briefly closing from how damn tight and wet she was; but he was quick to regain himself, his lips finding her clavicle to place soft kisses along the bone while he worked himself in, knowing there was likely still some amount of burning sensation from her body adjusting to his girth. Three fingers… wasn’t exactly enough, but four was too much.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he purred against her, nipping her skin in between a few kisses.

"A-are you," she exhaled heavily, "now, complimenting me? Now?" She smiled at him.

“Mhm, and why shouldn’t I?” he asked. “Or would you rather me talk about how bad I’ve wanted to fuck you all day? How I wanted to—mmmnn—to close our tent earlier and bend you over the table? Or maybe how I thought about whisking you off to my old bedroom in my father’s house just so I could take you there?”

Nora swallowed even as his hips slowly met hers. She was so full. It felt so good. There was a little stinging, but not much, and she bit her lip. "Tell me," she whispered. "Everything you were thinking, all day."

A grin spread across his face as he kissed up to her throat. “Mm, I wanted to tell everyone to leave us alone as soon as I saw you in that dress so I could push it up and bury my face between your legs.” He started gently grinding his hips against her. “Thought about telling our fathers to leave the room the second we saw each other so I could make up for four years of not being able to do this.”

Nora gasped softly. "In the, the office?" she breathed. "That… soon?"

“You’re very unaware how fucking good you look, aren’t you?” he asked, nipping her throat. “And when I was—mmm—when I was getting fitted, I mentioned asking you what you thought about me wearing my uniform, but my father said you were—“ his hips ground against her a bit harder and he made a low groan, “—You were probably bathing. Fuck, that gave me so many thoughts.”

Nora whined. “I-I really, mm, liked the uniform, Arthur,” she panted. “W-what did you think about when… you heard that?”

Trailing kisses up to her lips, he kissed her before pulling back far enough to see her face. “You naked in the tub,” he admitted. His hips slowly started moving, just barely pulling back a little and thrusting forward to test what she could take as he kept talking. “Touching yourself, teasing yourself while thinking about what tonight would be like.”

“I didn’t,” she whispered, “I was- Maria helped, and- she was there, so…”

The slow back and forth rubbed him against that sweet spot. He was so thick, Nora trembled with each thrust, her hands moving to his shoulders, forearms framing her breasts. She tugged him down for a kiss, her eyes closing.

Arthur kept his movements slow at first while they kissed, one hand sliding into her hair as he rested on his elbow, the other reaching down to pull her leg more against his hip before gently stroking along her thigh. Once he knew she was adjusted, though, he sped his movements up—only a little—and was pulling out more, as well as thrusting deeper, trying to keep hitting that sensitive spot each time.

A soft moan escaped her, and she wrapped her thigh around his waist, her breathing laboured as he fucked her. The sting had gone, and now she just felt full. Kissing him again, she let her nails dig into his shoulders, the steady friction already growing heat between her thighs. “Arthur,” she breathed softly between kisses.

The sharp pain of her nails in his shoulders had him groaning into the kiss, and the hand that had been on her thigh instead slipped beneath her back, pulling her body so she was arching into him as he pushed himself up to where he was leaning on his hand instead of his elbow, breaking away from her lips. It had her chest closer to him and he took a brief moment to look her breasts over. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Come here.” Leaning down, he covered one of her nipples with his lips, sucking it into his mouth as he sped up his thrusts again, though he was still fucking her gently.

The soft order combined with the sudden attention of his mouth made Nora’s nails dig a little harder into him and she bucked against him, working with his thrusts instead of laying there and letting him set the pace. She knew she enjoyed him picking her up and being stronger than her, but him telling her what to do? She didn’t realise she would like that, and her legs wrapped around his waist as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

Maxson shifted onto his knees a bit more, no longer needing to hold himself up on his hand and instead used it to cup the breast he wasn’t giving attention to, massaging it while he was sucking on her other nipple and rolling his tongue against it before he pulled his head back some and tugged, only releasing after a second. Just as he switched over to her other breast, though, he snapped his hips against her, the action rougher than he’d been so far.

Nora’s breath caught, her toes starting to curl as Arthur gave her his full attention, and a little more than he had been before. She moved herself with his thrusts, her heels locking around the backs of his thighs. “Arthur,” she keened softly. The coil in her core was growing, slower than it had those other times, but nonetheless, she could feel it, and her nails scratched over his shoulder, digging into his arms.

Every scratch along his body was just egging him on, pulling groans from his chest, making him want to fuck her harder—he snapped his hips against her again, teeth lightly biting her nipple just before he released it and cupped both breasts, running his thumbs over the peaked buds. Increasing his pace, he couldn’t help but fuck her rougher, his hips lightly clapping against hers though he was careful not to take her too hard—at least not yet—while his eyes dropped down between their bodies, watching as his cock disappeared and reappeared with each thrust he made.

“Fuck, Nora,” he groaned. “You’re going to get me addicted to this. To you.”

She couldn’t pull his body any closer with him touching her breasts like this but she pulled him in for another kiss, not sure what she could say to that. It didn’t make her uncomfortable; though she had to admit, she would have liked a proper comeback for it. She would have to learn how to banter with him whilst they were doing this. “Please, more,” was all she said in the end, wrapping her arms around his back as his cock rubbed against that spot and her thighs tensed. Just a little more…

His hands slid off her breasts and up her collarbone until they were on the mattress on either side of her head, and he moved so he was leaning on his elbows above her again, his thrusts still going rougher than before but with his body pressing against hers the way it was, it also had his groin firmly rubbing on her with each thrust he made.

“Are you close?” he quietly asked as his lips found her jaw, a trail of kisses being led to just beneath her ear.

She nodded, nails digging into the man’s back as he fucked her. The abrupt brush of his body against her clit forced a soft cry out of her, and she trembled, tugging him closer so that his chest was against hers, the wiry hairs rubbing against her nipples. A little warm fleck of pleasure joined the growing coil between her thighs, and Nora just about realised that she sounded wetter as she came, her orgasm slower but still powerful as she surged against him, clinging tightly to him. He filled her completely, and she felt her muscles clamp down on him as relief rushed through her.

Fuck, Arthur could feel her pulsing around him as she came, and it nearly made him throb in return. “There you go,” he purred breathlessly. “And I didn’t even need to touch your clit, did I?” His lips pressed kisses against the tender skin just beneath her ear before he nipped at it, briefly sucking it into his mouth to leave a light mark that would be gone before morning. “Mm, shit, you feel so good,” he breathed, still keeping the same pace without having slowed down at all. There was a coiling of heat in his gut but he was determined to make her cum at least one more time before he found his end.

The way his hips kept moving made her fingers dig into his back, shaking as he worked her through the sensitive peak. Trembling, Nora turned her head to kiss him, her eyes hazy as she curled up beneath him.

“Y-you’re so,” she swallowed, licking her lips, “big, fuck, Arthur…”Nora didn’t really know how to compliment him right now. Was what she just said a good thing? She hoped it was. She felt amazing, hot and sensitive and satisfied all at the same time even as his hips kept moving, cock slipping in and out of her.

A wide grin spread across his face again at her words. She was trying, that was what counted. He knew she didn’t have any experience in this sort of thing—besides, it wasn’t like she’d said anything incorrect.

Kissing her again, he did so a little rougher this time, biting at her bottom lip and tugging gently before letting his tongue sweep across it. He snapped his hips against her again, harder than before, a low moan being made into the kiss as he did. One of his hands snaked down between their bodies as he leaned up just a little, fingers barely grazing over her clit.

Nora let out a sharp yelp as he touched the sensitive nub, her nails dragging down his back as her other hand cupped his face. She panted against his lips, basking in the way the constant in-out of his cock worked with the touch. “More, please,” she gasped.

“You keep begging me like that and I won’t last much longer,” he groaned while pushing his knees more beneath her thighs so her hips were canted a bit, giving him better leverage to fuck her harder while thrusting at a slight angle. He started rubbing her clit in quick, rough circles.

The change of pace had her crying out, and she arched up, digging her heels into his body even as she rocked back and forth with him, her hands running over as much of him as she could, dragging her nails over him. She wanted to see what would happen when he finished, and Nora trembled, her eyes meeting his. “I-is that so?” she panted, a brief smile on her lips. “Noted.”

“Fuck,” he growled, his muscles tensing beneath her nails each time she scratched him. He thrusted into her roughly a few more times before hilting himself and pulling his hand away from her clit, both arms reaching beneath her back and pulling her up with him as he sat on his knees, bringing her into his lap, his cock still inside her. “Come up here,” he quietly ordered, pulling her so her chest was against his own; one arm wrapped around her so his hand went between her shoulder blades while the other went down to her ass, moving her hips back and forth slowly.

The change in position was unexpected and she clung to him, having abruptly lost her leverage. “Arthur,” she whispered, not sure how to help him. “What do I do?” She missed the attention to her clit, too, but this new position meant he was sunk as far into her as he could go due to her weight bearing down on him.

“Grind,” he answered, his eyes watching her. “Move your hips. Fast or slow, doesn’t matter.” He guided her hips back and forth again, moving them a bit faster; with most of her weight pressed down onto him, it would have her clit pushing against his groin, which would replace the sensation of his fingers—mostly. “Just do whatever feels good to you, love.”

Her face pressed into his neck, and she wrapped her thighs around his waist, using that so she could roll with his movements. It took her a few moments to work up the right pace but when she got it, it left her panting against his throat, arms hooking underneath his to grab at his shoulders and hold on. Her nails dug in once more, and she briefly kissed his neck, her eyes shutting. The pet name was sweet - unexpected, but sweet, and it made her feel warm. Love. Was that a confession? Was it just a term of endearment? Nora didn’t know, and she wouldn’t ask yet.

Another groan escaped him, not just from her nails digging into his skin but also from her lips on his neck, and he couldn’t help but tip his head to the side and slightly back, baring part of his throat to her without actually asking her to do anything. Still, he was grinding into her, just slightly pulling his hips back so he could make shallow thrusts, focusing solely on pleasing her as his own pleasure was secondary. “You want me to take over again?” he asked, panting.

She dragged her teeth over his throat and kissed his clavicle. “Yes, please,” she whispered.

The noise he made this time was louder than before as pleasure from the mere scrape of her teeth on his throat was enough to coax it from him. Maxson reached both hands down to her ass, gripping the cheeks as he lifted her off him a little—just enough to give him space to move—and as soon as there was enough room, he immediately began fucking her, roughly thrusting into her from the position he was at on his knees.

Trembling, Nora nipped him, teeth digging in as she listened to the noise of him thrusting in and out of her. Her gasps grew louder as the angle almost forced her down onto him, dragging him against that sweet spot until she was whining and growing closer to her peak once more. “More, please,” she whispered again, kissing the spot her teeth had nipped as she rolled with him as best she could.

Those two simple words were bringing him closer to the edge mostly because of the way she said them—the way she begged—and he could feel heat continuing to coil tighter and tighter deep in his belly, slowly but surely. Gripping her ass, he knew he’d likely leave marks behind on her skin but didn’t pay it much mind as he started moving her body with his thrusts, pulling her away as he pulled back and bringing her toward him as he thrusted forward, allowing him to slam into her with more force.

“Come on, Nora,” he panted. “You want more? Let me feel you cum again and I’ll keep giving you more.”

Toes curling, Nora felt her stomach swoop, her thighs tensing around him. She bit him, along the slope of muscle between neck and shoulder, not hard enough to break but enough to leave a bruise before she buried her head in his body and clung tightly to him. Her nails scored down his back, and her voice grew louder. Then the tension broke, and she fell over the edge with a sharp scream of his name, shaking in his arms as he kept fucking her through that peak.

The bite made his stomach twist as his eyes rolled up, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. He gripped her ass firmly while still pulling her away from and back against him with each thrust he made, that coiling heat rapidly building and building—and as soon as she came, her walls squeezing and pulsing around him, he felt himself so close to tipping over the edge, as well.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. Arthur quickly pried her arms from around his neck as he leaned forward, pushing her onto her back and using the leverage of the different position to fuck into her harder. He thrusted only a few more times before hilting inside her with a low groan as he came, his hips making slight involuntary movements in the process.

The sensation of him twitching like that was a surprise, but it felt good, though strange. What was even stranger was the sudden drip down her ass, and she gasped. The sheets were going to be filthy after this. Shivering, Nora reached up and tugged him down for a kiss, still breathless and hot from her orgasm.

Maxson made a low noise when their lips connected, though he only held the kiss for a few moments before having to pull away, panting. His hips were slightly rocking since he was still buried inside her, but after briefly meeting her gaze, his eyes dropped down between their bodies to where they were connected and he slowly pulled his hips back, his cock slipping out of her.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

Gazing up at the man on top of her, Nora trembled as he slipped out, grabbing at him to keep his body pressed against hers. “Hi,” she whispered softly.

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him as he settled atop her, being sure to keep from putting too much of his weight on her. “Hi.”

She brushed some sweaty hair away from his face, her eyes briefly darting to where she felt the wetness dripping out of her. “Oh,” she mumbled. “That… feels… um… odd.”

“Good odd or bad odd?” Arthur asked, leaning down to place a few kisses along her jawline while he caught his breath.

“Messy odd,” she admitted. “But… not bad.”

"Well,” he started as his lips trailed a few of those kisses to her throat, “It doesn’t take me long to be ready again, so there’s always a chance of getting messier.”

Her eyes widened. “A-again?” She felt a throb in response, and swallowed.

There was a pause. “… If you want, of course.”

Nora bit her lip. “How… many times can you…”

“Mm, about four. Five-to-ten minutes in between, give or take.”

Nora couldn’t even remember how many times he had brought her over the edge, and if she was going to get another three rounds from him… no wonder they made jokes about women walking bow-legged after their wedding nights.

“Are you trying to kill me before we’ve even had children?” she asked weakly.

A wide grin spread across his face. “Not at all. What would be the fun in that? I’d have to get remarried so soon—who else would put up with me?”

There was a pause, and then she smirked, a little breathless. “True. Who else is going to beat you at swordplay? It’s almost a tradition at this point.”

Arthur perked up and leaned over her, almost looming, as he peered down at her with that same grin. “That almost sounds like a challenge, Lady Maxson. And here I thought you didn’t want a rematch?”

“When my legs work and I’m not in my wedding dress,” she told him. “I’m sure I can think of a penalty for the loser.”

His tongue swept over his bottom lip. “So long as we come to an agreement on what that penalty is.”

Her cheeks burned. “I don’t think-,” she swallowed, “coming is- is going to be a problem here.”

“Listen to you,” he teased. “I wasn’t even talking about orgasms, but here you are, still thinking about it.”

She leaned up to kiss him. “You’re a terrible influence,” she mumbled, nipping his lip.

Returning the kiss, he chased after her, leaning back down so their bodies were pressed together again. “Mm, and I will be for the rest of your life.”