Forty-Six

THE Baron looked shocked. “What? *Mon Dieu… ma bichette*… do you really think I can do that to you?”
She lowered her eyes, suddenly feeling ashamed. “It’s just I’ve heard royal families do this when the wife can’t provide heirs. And as the Baron, you have to have heirs, Fabian. I admit I sometimes think about it.”
“If this is the only reason you want to get pregnant—”
But she was shaking her head. “No, of course not. I want to be a mother. I want your children.”
He took a deep breath. “I thought since you’re busy with activities that you want to do, with the trading and with the women and sewing gowns that you’re not thinking too much about it right now.”
“But don’t you know that when we’re home, I am not taking the potion they ask me to drink so I can get pregnant?”
He blinked at her. “I’ve always assumed…”
She shook her head. “No. If we’d been successful the last month, I could be pregnant right now.”
His hand on her tightened again, then before she could move, he placed his hand softly over her stomach. “Do you think—”
“No, I don’t think so,” she said, smiling. “I don’t feel anything different and I had my last period at its usual time, remember?”
The next thing he did was to clutch at his chest. “I thought…”
She was laughing a little, but she sobered up quickly because she saw his face when he thought about the possibility she could be pregnant.
He desired a child, too.
They looked at each other and then he pulled her again towards his embrace.
“I am going to be alright, *mon mari (my husband)*. You have to trust me. My mother gave birth to four children and there has been no problem with our women giving birth. It was only later… when we were very poor, before we met in the chapelle and you rescued me…”
He caressed her cheek as he made a sound for her to stop remembering sad memories.
“And you’ll be with me so I know I’ll be strong.”
He nodded against the side of her face. “From now, every time I spill my seed on you, I’ll be thinking you can get pregnant.”
“I’ll be drinking the potion before and during our trip to Rome, but I’ll stop again when we get back so you don’t have to think so much about it before then.”
“What about today?”
She smiled. “You have something in mind?”
“I always have something in mind all the time,” he complained. "You know that."
And Adalene laughed. “But I have something in mind now, too,” Adalene said.
“No… you were busy with your book and I came over to distract you.”
“And I am thoroughly distracted now. What are you going to do about it?” she asked in a throaty voice, pouting a little because she knew how that drove him crazy.
And it did. The next moment, his mouth was devouring her lips, sucking them in and opening them so his tongue could probe inside and molest her tongue into a fight.
And she did fight, tangling with him in tongue and limbs until she was pinned beneath him after he stood up and tumbled her to the couch.
She had him inside her in one smooth stroke, stealing a groan out of both of them because of the sheer pleasure of that.
And then he was thrusting slow and hard, her hips meeting each one, her skirts and underskirts bunched up her belly and her flushed bosom exposed to his eyes and mouth as he took her deliberately and with burning intensity because he knew this drove her crazy.
She closed her eyes.
She could feel the force of the first climax gathering and it was intensifying her senses, making the sunlight coming in through the window facing the west of the manor dizzying to her eyes.
She moaned when she felt his mouth closing over a nipple, and she emitted an almost sobbing sound because in just a few strokes of his tongue on the sensitive, turgid bud and she was hurtling through an imagined sky, white splashes exploding beneath her eyelids, her whole body consumed by a burning heat wave that felt like liquid fire as it devoured everything of her in its path…
“Oh, Fabian…” she whimpered when she finally was able to come back, her whole body somehow unhinged in the most pleasurable way. He had stopped his thrusts and after a leisurely kiss, he lowered himself down her body. “Where are you going…?”
“I have a craving for the taste of your essence, *ma bichette*,” he informed her in a mild manner, albeit with roughness in his voice, before he buried his face in the heated spot between her spread thighs.
Despite the fervor he showed, his tongue was gentle as he slowly lapped her up, his mouth careful as he sucked her clit and tasted her intimate lips.
Her body couldn’t help but writhe at this delicious ministration.
There were times she had wondered at her husband’s obvious adoration of her body.
She knew, if he ever changed, that the event would break her heart.
No one who received this kind of lovemaking would want this to ever change.
But then he was back and he had rearranged her so that her bottom was sticking out and he was entering her from behind.
She knew he was going to do it as slowly and completely as before, but it did not matter.
She was cumming again after just a few thrusts of his, clinging to the arm at her end of the couch, her climax both hard and blissful by his hands that kneaded at her breasts and his thumbs that flicked deliberately, simultaneously, at her nipples.
And then it was his turn.
This time, the thrusts were furious and rough.
She was soaked enough that not only did it not hurt, but each thrust generated so much pleasure that they were at the point of gloriousness.
She had to bite at her lower lip to control the screams she couldn’t hold inside her. It was too much—his lovemaking had always been too much.
And when she came for the third time, he was just right there behind her—literally and figuratively—emitting with a guttural groan his own raw satisfaction at his release…
They dissolved on the couch, his weight crushing her until he slid beside her so he could pull her into the embrace of his clinging limbs. They were both sweaty and breathless, and when they could manage it, she giggled onto his lips as he, softly laughing, started to kiss her lovingly.
“Husband…” she called softly after a while of them just lounging there.
He ‘hhmm-ed.’
“When I finally get a babe in my belly and it is done and I’ve given birth… my body will change. It’s not going to be like this anymore. I’ll have… scars on my belly and on my thighs…” She knew this because she had seen these signs on her mother’s body, had seen them appear on her cousins’ bodies after they had given birth. “And I’ll probably have added fat here and there… my breasts will be bigger, my hips wider—”
“Hmm…” She received a kiss on her cheek. “You’ll have a mature body….” he said in a wondering voice. “I can’t wait to see you.”
She moved a little so she could see his face since he was spooning her while they lay there on the couch. “I’ll be hideous and aged.”
The laugh that came from him sounded surprised. His voice, which sounded lazy before that, was amused. “You’ll be more beautiful. You’ll be full and there’ll be more of you to kiss and caress… ma bichette, just the thought of it is making me hard again.”
He was indeed waking up. She could feel his cock starting to poke at her where it lay restrained between her bottom and his front.
Adalene couldn’t help but feel hopeful because of this, though a part of her still worried a little, because she had heard so many times how husbands started to go astray once their wives started to lose their maiden figures after giving birth to several children.
And she meant to give him as many children as she possibly could.