Trying to get back into writing and this little naughty thing just flitted through my brain. Don't know where it came from but here it is. Let me know what you think.
To say Anthony Strallan was enthralled would have been an understatement of massive proportions. Beneath him, Lady Edith, newly minted Strallan, was writhing in her arousal, all in response to his ministrations. To think, he'd almost convinced himself to walk away earlier that day, believing he was too old and too broken for her happiness. Yet, her she was, writhing and moaning ever so softly as he toyed with her ever so pert breasts, teasing first one and then the other with his fingers. Who would have thought… why, he'd barely even touched her in the larger scheme of things. But here she was, squirming at his touch, her eyes alternating between rolling closed with the pleasure of his touches and opening to look at him with such desire. He tweaked her nipple simply to hear another moan.
The moans grew louder when he added his tongue to the action. Twirling it around her now very peaked nipple, he settled his mouth around it and began to suck. That elicited a soft squeal and then… oh my, her core lifted as if seeking him, seeking the completion he could give her. But he was enjoying this display of his highly aroused young wife and he wanted it to last just a little longer.
"Oh Anthony," she moaned and then suddenly it happened. It hadn't been his experience that it could, not that he was that well versed in the workings of women's bodies, but still… She exploded into a rather impressive completion. He watched her reach her peak, her entire body tensing in the thrill of it all, and then with a self-satisfied grin, watched as she descended back to earth. All from a bit of fun with her "girls" as he called them earlier when he'd teasingly grasped them before she'd even undressed. Maybe he could keep her happy; maybe he wasn't too old … yet.
She opened her eyes once she'd landed from her flight of ecstasy and smiled up at him. "That was amazing," she said softly. He grinned, unable to hide his pleasure at being able to give her gratification.
Their wedding night continued with Anthony taking care of his wife's desires in every way, bringing her to several completions, while he too found relief in her warm and oh so wet body. And as glorious as his own pleasure had been, he didn't think he would ever forget her first one; he'd have to try that again sometime, he mused as he drifted off to sleep once she was so satisfied that she'd complained her bones had turned to mush.
The next morning found her in need of him again, which he was happy to oblige in a customary coupling. That afternoon after luncheon, she came to him with longing in her eyes and a wicked smile on her lips. "Your girls need you," she told him.
It seemed he would be trying this new method of satisfying a wife sooner than he'd thought. And again, with little effort beyond the fun of stimulating her breasts, he had her nearly out of her mind with pleasure. That night, they once again practiced methods more familiar to Anthony until his wife fell into a completely sated sleep.
Yes, she seems well contented with my abilities, he smirked to himself as he laid contemplating his new marriage. Anthony wasn't well versed in women, by any means. He remembered a "townie" from his days at Cambridge that had pursued him into bed. That had been his first experience with the wonderful warmth and satisfaction a woman's body can provide. His second had happened on a trip to Paris soon after graduation… a last fling of sorts, before returning to Locksley to assume some of the duties to the estate. Maude had been his third experience. She did not pursue him as his Cabridge "townie" did, nor did she invite him to her bed as his Parisian fling had done. No, she tolerated his attention, perhaps a little more than tolerated, but she had never pursued or even invited him into her. But Edith, oh my… she pursued and invited… initiated and reveled in his attention. And somehow, he felt himself being reinvigorated, feeling much younger than his years suddenly.
The next morning, Edith awoke him with some very suggestive caresses. And once again, he had the pleasure of burying himself in her warmth. They went about their day, traveling through France to Italy where they would honeymoon. But once again, about mid-way through the afternoon, she looked at him with those craving eyes and said his girls needed his attention. Since they had a sleeping compartment, her desires were easily accommodated, even on a train. And once again that night, she invited him to her and they fell asleep sated; Anthony more besotted than he'd ever been in his life.
A pattern emerged as they awoke to fulfill one another's needs each morning, his girls receiving his attention each afternoon, and Anthony give relentless pleasure to his wife every night. To his amazement, Edith adjusted to the notion that his little soldier might not be quite up to so much strenuous activity and quite happily settled for other ways he could take care of her needs on the nights he wasn't quite up to standard.
The pattern continued even when she discovered there was a little Strallan on the way. In fact, Anthony thought her body became even more sensitive to his touches and she wanted even more of his attention in that way. Who was he to argue with the wishes of the mother of his child? In her last months,
however, he did grow concerned, worried that their activities might disturb the baby, whose bump seemed to have double almost overnight. Edith merely laughed and told him to take care of the girls. It wasn't until just a few days before the birth of their beautiful daughter that she decided she needed a break.
Their daughter, Marigold, was just a few days old as Anthony sat in the bed next to Edith admiring his sweet girl nursing at her mama's breast. In his mind, it was the most beautiful thing he could ever imagine. Once little Marigold was fed and winded, she drifted to sleep. Edith, after placing the precious bundle in the bassinet, excused herself to the adjoining bath. Anthony contented himself with watching his precious little flower sleeping until his wife returned, sans any clothing except her dressing gown, which was not tied. "Now that our precious girl is content, your girls need you," she said to him quietly as she curled up next to him in the bed.
"Really?" he asked, somewhat perplexed. Surely she was tender from giving her breast to Marigold so much these past few days? But Edith had that look in her eyes as she nodded. "Really," she replied as she opened her dressing gown to him. Anthony, who had learned early on that he could not say no to his wife, took on the task and soon had Edith finding release. "I've missed you," she told him sleepily as she curled against him again. "No need to miss me, sweet one; I'm here whenever you wish me to be." With a soft moan, she replied, "always need you…always." And then she drifted into her own nap.
Anthony kept Edith somewhat content with taking care of the girls, just as she gave him release whenever his own needs were closing in on him. But then the day came when Dr. Clarkson said Edith could resume all activities and she immediately pulled Anthony up to their room and made use of his body with a fervor that astonished him. It took three days for her fervor to abate somewhat and they settled into their usual, pre-Marigold routine. In truth, Anthony felt relieved because Edith's zeal had left him exhausted- not that he was complaining.
The consequences of the aftermath of abstinence surrounding Marigold's birth came a year later, almost to the day. Edith delivered a son in the early hours of a fine Saturday morning. Edith's second pregnancy had been very much like her first one with her craving Anthony's attention up until the last few days. Therefore, he wasn't surprised when just a few days after young Phillip was born, she was once again demanding attention for the girls. He was amused however, in noticing that Dr. Clarkson delayed giving Edith the all clear to resume normal activities, shooting Anthony an old-fashioned look in the process.
Edith was more tired after her second pregnancy and therefore was not quite as demanding as she had been after the first, much to Anthony's relief. Seriously, he thought to himself after she'd had her way with him one night soon after Clarkson's all clear, I'm not getting any younger and don't know how long I can keep this up.
Still, the pattern of taking care of the girls in the afternoons continued, even if there had been a slackening of the need for early morning or nighttime activities. No one except the couple themselves would have ever suspected, however, since Edith gave birth to another little Strallan just fourteen months after Phillip.
Edith never tired of Anthony, never seemed to want less of him, and did continue their afternoon trysts for the girls. As a result as he was entering old age, Anthony took pleasure in watching their brood of children as they grew into maturity. There were eight, including a set of twins, five boys and three girls. Marigold and her youngest sister, Violet, had inherited their mother's coloring. The middle sister, Poppy, was a Strallan through and through, even down to her unusual height for a young woman. Phillip, Edward, and the twins, Thomas and Timothy, had the Strallan look too. The middle boy, Rufus, had his mother's coloring except that his hair had more red in it.
Still, as happy as he was that his wife still found pleasure with him, he was completely bowled over when on his sixty eighth birthday Edith whispered to him that his present would be a bit delayed as it was still in the making. Looking at her with confusion, she'd merely giggled. "We've another bun in the oven, my darling."
No, Edith never tired of Anthony and while he slowed down a bit over the years, she still found gratification with him, even if as he grew older and the fulfilment came more and more through his attention to the girls. On his ninetieth birthday, someone asked how he still seemed so young and vibrant at his age. He smiled and said his children kept him young, and then with a wink to Edith he added, "especially my girls." Those who had doubted the couple because of their age difference had been silenced over the years by the obvious affection between the two. Besides, to his and Edith's satisfaction, Anthony outlived almost all of them anyway.