Thirty-Eight

DEEP in the night, as she slept in her cushioned seat, the carriage stopped and Odette got out. She was aware and smelled her Fabian when he got in and sat beside her to pull her towards him.
She buried her face towards where his neck and shoulder met, where she usually would in this position, or when they were sleeping in bed. She minded he seemed to have discarded some of the rough parts of his garb, so it was easier to place her arms around him to hug him.
To get closer to him.
“Hmm... are we close? Why are you here?”
“We’re close, and I am here because I am missing you terribly, and I needed you beside me.”
She smiled against the skin of his neck. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He sounded puzzled.
“For everything you did tonight, saving me again, missing me, and being here because I missed you so, so much, too!” She tightened her hold on him. He felt so real and so complete. If that wicked man hadn’t been drunk and a coward and had hurt him tonight because of her, she wouldn’t know what to do! “Thank you.”
Her hand raised her chin, and he subjected her to a kiss that seared her very soul. She became like melted butter on him afterward.
“I miss our bed,” she moaned.
“Me, too. I’d give anything to have you naked and screaming under me right now,” he said in a gruff voice.
She giggled against his mouth. “Me, too!” Adalene giggled again before he took her mouth again, and as the kiss deepened and she got more awake, the memories of earlier that night came back to her.
He called her his bride.
It really was happening.
She pulled back. “Fabian, I have to read more. I have to know what being your wife entails. I have to study.”
He was grinning,. “You’ll have time. And I’ll teach you.”
She smiled as wide as he was smiling. “As you taught me many of what I already know?” she teased back.
His eyelids lowered, and he looked pensively at her lips. “I’m about to teach you many, many more.”
She felt her body’s response to his handsomeness, to the realization that this man—this strong, wonderful, intelligent, and kind male—was really hers.
That she was truthfully free to love him and possess him and claim him as he did her.
And she lost attention to what she was talking about. She only wanted to kiss his lips and be close to him.
And she did.
She raised her arms to surround his neck with them, so she could slip her fingers through the soft strands of his hair. So she could touch him as he enthusiastically kissed her back.
Then he was lifting her from her seat so he could place her on his lap.
As they kissed, his other hand parted the coat she was wearing and lifted the hem of her skirt.
She knew what he was seeking and she opened her thighs to him as his hand navigated the layers and drawers until he had found her.
To play with her, to slide two fingers into her warm wetness, only to make her gasp at his lips.
“Oh, Fabian... that feels so good...” she crooned.
“You’re already wet, *ma bichette*,” he whispered softly against her lips as he slid out, only to slide back in.
Her back arched, and she had to restrain her lower body from wriggling against his hand.
It wanted to undulate in response to his thrusting, seeking, and wonderful fingers.
“Oh, Fabian... I want you inside me,” she whispered to him. She could feel his arousal poking at the side of her thigh. She could feel it straining against his clothing. “I want to feel the stretch... I want to feel your big cock filling me!”
“Oh, it’s all yours, *ma bichette*. You have all of me to do what you want. But let me pleasure you first,” he whispered, his voice trembling a little because of the movement of the carriage as his hand continued to obey the promise of his words.
She threw her head back as she felt rushing sensations from the fast thrusting of his fingers between her thighs. His lips kissed her exposed neck, nipping her skin with his teeth.
Then he buried his face in her heaving bosom, and she desired to feel his mouth on her breasts.
It was as if he heard her thoughts and she heard a tearing sound and a coldness on her exposed flesh before his mouth covered a nipple with wet warmness.
For a moment, she was stunned at the deliciousness of it, and when he sucked at her nipple, she muffled a scream of pleasure.
He flicked at it deliberately with the tip of his tongue, and her head went blank.
She could only writhe in her position as his mouth and teeth played with her, his other hand supporting her back while his fingers continued to stroke her soaking slit down there.
“Oh, Fabian... Fabian...!”
“Hmmm...” The vibration created by his humming as he continued to tongue her breast electrified her. Her hand clutched at the cloth of his tunic as a rush of sensation slowly built into the pit of her belly.
She bit on her lower lip to prevent herself from crying out loud when the vibrations started, but she ended up burying her face in his shoulder to lessen her groans as her climax overwhelmed her, and she just couldn’t help to scream because of the force of it...
His fingers slid out of her and she jerked a little, but she could barely lift her head when she heard the rustle of clothing and a tinkling of metal—his belt.
She adjusted herself with his help, and she straddled him.
She giggled at the expletive from him and another tearing sound to get a part of her drawers out of the way of an impatient baron, and soon, she was sliding herself down his hot, thick and rock-hard cock.
“Ooohhhh...” she moaned, it sounding like a whimper by the end because of how thick his girth was, and even after she had cum, still was a bit hard to take in at once.
“You’re always so tight, *ma bichette*...”
“Don’t worry about me... you feel so good. You always feel good, Fabian. I can’t ever want anything else.”
She moved above him while she held his shoulders, kissing him, never tiring of kissing his lovely, giving mouth.
They kissed deeply, tongues playing with each other and souls intertwined as her movement got faster. Even as she had cum on his hand the first time, she could already feel force gathering up inside her again.
Their harsh breathing combined, and his body became tauter. He wasn’t holding back, too.
There wasn’t time to get herself ready.
She kissed him-hard-to bury the scream that threatened to escape from her mouth as the force imploded to consume her body again and again with that wonderful, potent, and glorious bliss.
And her baron himself, with his hands on his hips, thrust into her in one forceful push, and even as she was writhing above him, he, too, came inside her trembling violently even when he was as tensed as a rock as she held him.
“Fabian....!” came from her as they both got their breaths back.
They shared an intimate laugh as he kissed her jaw, her cheek, her nose, and her mouth again, and they calmed down, their actions both satisfied and lethargic.
Soon enough, he lifted her off him and placed her back on her seat, and with cheeks that felt hot, she used her kerchief to wipe his seed from his warm skin.
“It’s a good thing the others are used to this,” she said, laughing low in her throat as she inspected the torn cloth under her skirts.
“If it’s up to me, you’ll always be naked,” he teased while he fixed his trousers.
Right after that, they were holding and kissing again, lovers content and happy and always thrilled to be in each other’s arms.
“I’ll have to get out on my horse and help guard the caravan, *mon amour*. I can’t stay,” he whispered as he kissed her forehead tenderly.
“Alright,” she replied, and smiled as her loving baron lay another kiss on her lips. “*Je t'aime beaucoup*,” she whispered when he raised his head and she was looking into his eyes. "I love you very, very much!"
He stared at her for a moment, his feelings bare on the soft expression on his handsome face before he kissed her again.
“*Je t'aime de tout mon coeur*,” *I love you with all my heart*, were his last words before he rapped on the wood for the carriage to stop so he could come out.
She didn’t care that she was smiling like an idiot when Odette came back.
She teased her with a laugh, and she closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep again with that idiot smile remaining on her lips.