Casanova: Marriage of convenience, or is it?
A few days later a Doctor was called out to see Henriette. Henriette already had a feeling she knew what was wrong with her, she knew she was pregnant. A woman just knew these things; it was like an instinct every single woman inherited.
Henriette was not at all surprised when the Doctor confirmed what she already knew, he told her she was almost nine weeks pregnant give or take a couple of days.
When Grimani announced his and Henriette's impending parent hood, he shot Giacomo a smug look. The man in question looked like he was going to be ill.
Astra saw the expression on her husbands face and the smug looked her brother had shot him. She glared at her brother, her eyes narrowed.
She commented with a cold smile in her brothers direction "congratulations both of you. And dear old brother do wipe the smug look from your face, you look positively constipated"
Henriette had to bite her lower lip to prevent her self from laughing out aloud. Her husband looked like he had swallowed something highly foul, or someone had said something offensive against him.
Giacomo bent his head, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly with his suppressed mirth. He looked up with a shit eating grin plastered on his handsome face and commented sarcastically.
"Ah so that's it, I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I knew you looked as if you were in pain Grimani. My dear wife just confirmed what I was unable to"
The senior Grimani grimaced. He knew his son and son in law detested each other with a passion, they made no secret of their ill feelings for one and other.
He saw the smug look his son had been sporting and watched as his only daughter removed said look with a single and well placed insult.
He knew how sharp and unpleasant his daughter could be; she had got the personality trait from her mother. It was sometimes painful to look at Astra, when he would constantly see his late wife and love.
Yes Grimani senior and his wife had been very much in love when they had been wed, he had been devastated by her death, and refused to remarry.
After the family meeting was over Astra made her way to the library. Giacomo followed her. The shit eating grin from earlier was gone and replaced with the grief he was feeling over the news of his loves pregnancy.
He knew he did not have to hide anything from his wife, he knew she was far too smart to fall for his act he put on in front of the others. She knew exactly how bothered he was by Henriette's pregnancy.
The only other person who knew was Rocco, Who was well on his way to developing a solid friendship with Astra. They both enjoyed ganging up on Giacomo, much to his disgust and dismay.
Giacomo sat down on one of the soft and high back chairs, while Astra went to choose a book from her vast collection of Shakespeare.
She chose the taming of the shrew. Then she went and sat on the chair opposite her husband who was brooding like there was no tomorrow.
Giacomo sighed and grumbled "I might consider emigrating if this baby turns out to be a boy and is a spitting image of your elder foul brother. I heard Paris looks wonderful this time of year"
Astra smirked before replying in a more serious tone of voice. "Don't forget Giac. If and when we have children, there is just as much of a chance of me baring you a daughter, as there is of Henriette baring my smug swine of a brother a son"
She finished "imagine exactly how much said daughter would most likely resemble me. Then Henriette has to look at the child, and see not only your daughter, but also mine as well. She will look at that child and know it is and never will be hers"
She smiled sadly "now do you see, you are suffering now, but when it is your turn, she will have to suffer and have to deal with the same problem"
Giacomo sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He said "I know that. But the likely hood of me getting you pregnant is as high and as likely as your brother deciding to drowned him self in the nearest cannel. One can only hope"
Astra scowled "that is not amusing in the least, and you know it" she snapped. Giacomo cringed, but still did not open his eyes "I know" he said. He added "I can't help it Astra. You saw what kind of smug prat your brother can be and is. You saw the look he shot me when he announced Henriette was expecting their first child, his child and not mine"
He added "I'm sorry if you find it disturbing that I find the images of your brother being suffocated whilst in bed, entertaining, but I cannot help it"
Astra sighed and looked down at her hands, blushing slightly as she commented. "I realise it has been a month since our wedding night, and since we were last intimate"
She added quietly "But I am afraid." Giacomo's eyes snapped open wide at having heard her say that. He sat up and looked at his wife. He asked shocked "afraid? But why?" he sighed and said "please look at me and tell me why your afraid of us being intimate with each other"
Astra looked up, her expression sad. "I'm afraid if I am intimate with you again, that you will end up calling out her name again, just as we are finishing"
She finished "I never ever expected it to be my name you called out, but it still hurts knowing it was her you were thinking of the whole time"
She asked "Am I that undesirable that you have to imagine it is another woman you are with, even if it is her?" She concluded "if it makes it easier for you, we could always turn out the light"
Giacomo felt his jaw drop and his eyes widen. How could she think she was undesirable? Did she have no idea exactly how beautiful and desirable she was?
Giacomo stood, and walked over to the window and said sadly "I never ever meant to make you feel that way. I'm so sorry it has come to this"
He added as he turned to face her, so she could see his face and know what he was saying was genuine. "Do you not know how beautiful you are? You are more beautiful then over half of those other women I have slept with. "
He told her as he walked towards her and crouched down in front of her and took her hands with in his own. "And I'm not just saying this because you are my wife, and that I think it is what you want to hear, when I know other wise. I know you don't care about what those other women think of you. Or how you look compared to them"
He said "I could have quite easily married any of those other women, before I realised my feels for Henriette. I was engaged to be married to another woman before she helped me to realise my true feelings for Henriette"
Astra nodded and replied "yes I know I remember her. She was the woman who disguised her self as a man. She has a beautiful voice. She deserves all of her success and more"
Astra sighed and leaned forwards, when her book slid out of her lap and landed on the floor at her feet. She revealed a healthy amount of cleavage when she leaned all the way.
Giacomo, he could not help it, he was instantly drawn to the sight of her soft and supple and ample breasts. He without realising what he was doing licked his lips, his eyes narrowing.
Astra leaned back, placing her book in her lap. She looked up, and froze at the expression upon her husbands face. The look could not be described as anything but pure undisguised lust. She watched as he licked his lips, as his eyes narrowed.
She looked down and flushed when she realised what had caught his attention. Although she was embarrassed, she could not help but smirk and ask coyly "do you like what you see Mr. Casanova"
The grin he shot her was positively wolfish. He revealed a set of perfect and straight white teeth, as a feral glint entered his eyes.
She swallowed nervously, as he slowly rose to his feet, pulling her with him. She opened her mouth to speak, but before any sound could escape, his mouth came crashing down upon hers hungrily. She let out a startled squeak, before she relaxed and returned his kiss.
Giacomo hungrily explored the inside of her mouth, relishing how she tasted and how she felt against his tongue. He finally released her with an affectionate nip to her upper lip.
They were both breathing and panting heavily as he rested his forehead against hers. He slowly backed them up until the back of his legs hit the edge of the sofa she had been sitting on. He sat down and pulled her down on to his lap.
Her book lay on the floor near the chair, long forgotten after she had dropped it in shock as he had captured her lips hungrily with his own.
She arched her back, throwing her head back giving him better access as he began to contently suckle on her pulse point. She whimpered as he nipped and suckled on her neck. Slowly trailing kisses all the way up to her jaw, where he paused to nip and kiss at the prefect jaw line.
Before she knew what had hit her he had lowered his head and began suckling on the top of one of her breasts that was visible. He caressed her other breast with his hand.
She bit her lower lip, stifling the loud moan that was desperate to break free, as she tugged on the cord holding his hair in place. His hair fell lose, touching the top of his shoulders, as she let the cord fall to the floor. He then reached up and unpinned her hair, letting it flow around her shoulders.
He realised there and then that he was beginning to seriously love her hair, the texture the colour, just generally everything about it.
He ran his finger through her hair as he kissed her and hungrily suckled her tongue into his mouth, causing her to moan. They broke the kiss panting heavily. Giacomo moaned into her ear "oh god Astra I need to be inside of you or at least taste you right now"
Astra moaned in return, remembering the sensations of him tasting her and moving inside of her. Said images were enough to have her soaking wet with need.
She grinded her aching wetness against his material covered crotch, hopping to ease some of the throbbing pressure raging between her legs.
It felt like a monstrous sized itch that demanded to be scratched and given immediate attention, or else drive both he and her insane with need and uncontrolled lust.
Giacomo gripped her hips stilling her movements as he threw his head back and moaned deep in the back of his throat. He was on the verge of losing control. None of the others had ever gotten him this hot and bothered to the point that he needed to fuck them so badly that it was near agony or he thought he might explode.
He wondered what it was about her that drove him wild with lust and a deep hungry desire, when the others had not caused such a stirring in him, no where near to this extent.
He gently lifted Astra and reached under the skirts of her gown and proceeded to remove her white French bloomers, revealing her backside and wet and painfully throbbing centre.
Astra moaned as he slowly and teasingly inserted a finger inside of her, she grinded against his wickedly teasing digit. Soon she was whimpering and moaning for more.
He added a second finger soon followed by a third, slowly and sensuously stretching her. She was so wet and tight, the heat felt wonderful against his fingers.
She whimpered and rode his fingers as he bent his knuckles and twisted his fingers inside of her. She gripped his shoulders as she continued to fuck her self on his fingers.
Giacomo bit his lower lip as her inner walls tightened around his fingers, as she threw her head back, her eyes closed tightly in bliss. She stifled a screamed as his fingers hit that special sweet spot inside of her sending her over the edge into her first orgasm.
She trembled and whimpered at the feeling of loss as he slowly removed his fingers. She moaned and closed her eyes as she throbbed and became wetter at the sight of him winking at her playfully and hungrily licking her release from his fingers.
Giacomo moaned as he happily suckled his fingers clean of her release. He winked when he heard her moan and close her eyes, not being able to handle the sight of him so freely licking his fingers that had seconds before been inside of her most private and intimate centre.
Astra practically growled as she throbbed between her legs almost painfully, it was like an itch that begged to be scratched. She reached for his britches; she pulled out his shirt and unbuttoned his britches, freeing his hard and throbbing length.
Giacomo raised an amused eye brow when he heard his wife growl before reaching for his britches. He soon moaned and gritted his teeth as his eyes rolled into the back of his head when the air hit his hard and throbbing length and she wrapped her tiny hand around his length.
He watched as his once shy wife, stroked and gently pulled at his length, before she lifted her hips and straddled his hips before taking hold of his length and placing the soaking and hard head at her swollen and wet entrance.
She slowly lowered her self down upon his length inch by wonderful hard inch. He moaned as her wet tight heat slowly encased his sensitive length; it was the most deliciously sensual torture.
Once she was settled and was sitting straddled across his lap, her hips resting against his own. She began too slowly lift her self up off of his length before slowly lowering her self back down.
She gripped his shoulders and concentrated on the blissful feeling of his hard length slipping in and out of her. She whimpered as she circled her hips and grinded her clit against his pubic hair at the base of his shaft.
Giacomo moaned as he gripped her hips and proceeded to guided her faster and harder up and down on his shaft as he lifted his hips, thrusting in and out of her. He leaned forwards and hungrily smashed his lips against his.
Giacomo realised this was pure lustful pleasure. He had had his fare share of good shags, but this with Astra was pure heaven. She was probably as good as Belino had been, if not better.
Soon it was not enough for either of them. He stood still buried deep inside of her, and walked over to a large square table in the centre of the room.
She moaned and whimpered gripping his shoulders as he stood, his length ending up buried even further and deeper inside of her. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as he carried her over towards the table in the centre of the room.
Giacomo somehow managed to turn her around and set her on her feet without once slipping out of her all of the way. He bent her over the table and lifted her skirts as he stood with his legs apart slightly before he gripped her hips and began to thrust in and out of her from behind.
She moaned as her nipples rubbed against the table thought the expensive silky fabric of her gown, as her breasts were crushed to the table as he bent her over and began to take her from behind.
She gripped the table as he thrust in and out of her tight and hot wetness over and over again. He leaned over her and laced his fingers with hers as he began to pound into her.
Mean while outside of the library doors Rocco had been followed by Henriette and Grimani. Henriette had wanted to borrow a book from Astra and Grimani had wanted to speak with his sister.
Rocco went in first, thankful Henriette and Grimani could not see and only hear what he was currently seeing. Thankfully Giacomo and Astra were so caught up in the moment that they had no idea they had company.
Giacomo had his wife bent over the table with her skirts puffed up around her waist as Giacomo pounded into her, his britches around his ankles. Both where moaning and grunting. The sound of sweat soaked skin slapping against sweat soaked skin could be heard echoing across the room.
Both had their hair framing their faces, flowing around their shoulder or in Astra case down her back. There hands were tightly entwined together, their wedding rings glistening against the reflecting sunlight coming thought the large window opposite.
There was a look a pure pleasure and lust on Giacomo's face. Rocco knew Giacomo had no idea how content he currently looked. Astra had a look of sheer bliss upon her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth was open in a silent scream as she panted and thrust backwards as her husband thrust forwards.
Rocco quietly closed the door not wanting to alert the currently very busy couple to his presence. He was sporting a shit eating grin and had to quickly hide said grin as he turned to face both Grimani's Grimani had gone pale and had a look of horror upon his face, his eyes slightly wide, as the grunts and moans could still be heard from behind the closed door.
Rocco felt real sympathy for Henriette. Her face had gone deathly pale and she looked as if a mere feather could knock her over any second. She looked deeply pained.
Rocco cleared his throat and said "well, I think it obviously best if we don't go in there. In all do respect I highly suggest we move along and leave them to it"
Rocco quickly made his exit but not before he saw Grimani turn to his wife and scowl as he told her. 'The insensitive bastard' Rocco thought in disgust.
"Well, what did you honestly expect darling. They are married after all. Be grateful you can only hear and not see what is currently going on behind those doors." Grimani shook his head and commented in disgust "but in the library of all place, trust Casanova to be caught there"
Henriette turned and said to her husband "I think I will go and have a lay down, I'm feeling rather quite tired it must be symptoms of my pregnancy"
Mean while behind the closed doors, things between Giacomo and Astra were coming to a head. With one last hard and well angled thrust Astra screamed going over the edge as she was over come in orgasm once more.
Giacomo continued to thrust as her inner walls squeezed him almost painfully but it was good pain. He growled and shuddered as he went over the edge emptying him self inside of her.
He moaned loudly as she milked him with her inner walls as he continued to thrust in and out of her, holding her hips so she was trapped against him as he trembled against her.
Soon he was spent and slumped against her across the table. Both were panting and breathing heavily. Astra whimpered with loss as Giacomo gently slid out of her wet warmth.
He continued to pant as he slowly bent over and pulled up his britches and refastening them, before tucking his shirt back into his britches.
Astra slowly straightened up and walked back over to the chair to retrieve her bloomers before stepping into them and pulling them up. She then rearranged her skirts.
She watched as her husband picked up the black cord and stuffed it into his coat pocket before sweeping his hair behind his ears. He was flushed but looked sated.
Astra left her hair to flow over her shoulders. She picked up her book once again and retook her seat and proceeded to try and find the last place she was at in the book.
Giacomo took the seat nearby to hers and sat back and his head tilted backwards slightly as he closed his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh. He was now satisfied he no longer felt like he was going to explode from sexual frustration.
They remained sitting in silence or in Astra's case reading. Neither said a word, they were content to sit in silence, knowing the other was there, and words weren't necessary.