Keeping hold of his shaft she leaned back and pulled him down on top of her. He slid his trousers down to his ankles and kicked them of. With her hand, she guided him carefully to her vagina and urged him to enter her. When he did, he did so with one hard thrust. It made her gasp as she had never done before.
Being filled by him was all she had wanted for as long as she cared to remember. Now he was finally inside her. She held onto him as her made love to her. Each time he thrust into her, he rubbed against her clitoris and, before long, she felt another orgasm rising up in her. She put her hands onto his hard buttocks and pulled him into her. Then she began to push her pelvis to meet his shaft, as it parted her. When her orgasm came, Isabella bit into his shoulder, drawing blood. He ignored it and thrust faster. Again Isabella felt another wave rising and crashing onto her. She was a wreck now, shaking, open and used.
As he fucked her, she heard him beginning to grunt with the effort. When she wrapped her legs around him and whispered, ''I love you,'' he cried her name and came. Isabella felt his hot seed coating her insides and she was sure life could never get any better.
As they lay in each other’s arms, the Duke said,'' Wait a minute, I have something for you.'' He got out of bed, walked to his jacket and pulled out an envelope. He jumped back into bed, took her in his arms and gave it to her.
''What is it?'' she asked.
''Open it.''
Isabella had never seen three thousand pounds before.
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THE END
In Bed With A Duke – A Regency Romance
It should have been the best day of Sophia's young life. Just three hours earlier, she had stood at the alter with David Marshall. Westminster Abbey had been full and it was supposed to have been a great occasion. However, despite the fact that David was the most handsome officer in the Coldstream Guards, Sophia didn't love him. Neither did he love her.
Their marriage was the idea of their respective fathers. Both men presided over companies of vast wealth. The Marshalls owned the largest tea plantations in the British Empire, and the Moncriefs the largest shipping company. A family liaison of that nature would cement them together and make each family richer still.
Sophia had tried her best. She had made a tremendous effort with her appearance. Tall and slender, she'd looked radiant in her wedding dress. Her blonde hair was bedecked with the finest flowers money could buy, and her jewelry made her sea blue eyes sparkle. As she'd walked down the aisle with her father, she'd reduced many of the women to tears with her beauty. When her father handed her to David, his reaction had been one of total disinterest. From that moment, Sophia's day had been ruined.
Despite a lavish reception and the well wishes of all the guests, Sophia's mood didn't lift. It wasn't until she and David were sitting in their carriage on the way to the Grosvenor Hotel that she began think of her future. David was very attractive and giving herself to him sexually would be a pleasure, but she was worried that they had been forced to marry. She didn't yet have very strong feelings for him. She comforted herself with the thought that her love for him would come in time.
In the hotel, they sat next to each other on the bed and stared into space. To Sophia, David seemed distant and cold. It was as if a ghost was sitting next to her. She wanted to change the mood. Sophia had often dreamed of her wedding night. In fact she had often dreamed of naked men taking her, teaching her erotic things. Now she wanted to do it for real.
She took the initiative and stood up. Once in the middle of the room, she looked at him and began to unfasten her wedding dress. He didn't flinch. Even when she revealed her luscious breasts, he didn't move. When Sophia was naked she stood and looked at him in expectation. Still nothing.
''David please, get up and hold me,'' she pleaded. He did as she wished. He took her in his arms but he didn't touch any place that would lead to her arousal.
Sophia had talked about sex with her married sister. She'd been a fountain of information. Sophia had listened intently, and now she was about to try something she was sure would get David's attention.
When she felt for his bulge she felt no sign of arousal at all. Surely a red blooded man, even one who is not in love, would jump at the opportunity to have sex with a beautiful woman, she thought.
She got to her knees, snapped open the buttons and pulled his penis out. When she took him into her mouth, she'd expected it to swell and begin to throb. That is what her sister had told her. But David's member just remained flaccid. Sophia sucked for many minutes, but eventually gave up. She walked to the bed and got under the covers.
''David, today we stood in front of God and our families and expressed our love for one another. I know that our marriage was an arrangement, but I do hope in time you will come to love me, as I will you. Tomorrow you will go to your regiment and then to France, please come and talk to me.''
''What do you want to talk about?''
''Our marriage and the future.''