Five Minutes Alone With You

ch 6 : in the master bedroom at hasting's house

Sitting with Daphne in his arms within the carriage, Simon was delightfully surprised when she quickly turned and began kissing him once more. Even after his recent release, he still ached for her, although he would have to wait some time. They had quite a late start, and would have to stop at the halfway point in their journey, so that they could arrive at midmorning to Clyvedon Castle. He did not much relish the thought of spending his wedding night away from his wife, but he was unwilling to have her first time occur in a roadside inn.

Once he had her naked, he did not want her to dress ever again. Or at least, not for a few days.

Daphne's hands ran down his chest, towards the front where his breeches were still roughly buttoned, and he tried not to moan when she groped him through them, but when she climbed into his lap, he knew he had to stop this. The only thing worse than taking her in an inn would be to have her in this carriage. Touching her, bringing her to peak, that was one thing, but to have her body and his connecting in such a small space, with so many just outside?

The first time he had his wife, he wanted her spread out for him, so that he might take his time, give her every joy, have her body soft and delighted for him. He could not achieve such things in a bouncing carriage. He would not have it, even if Daphne thought she knew better.

"Slow down, my darling," he murmured against her lips, trying to pull back from her slightly. "I know you are eager, but it is a long journey to the inn where we shall be staying. Please trust me, once we are at Clyvedon Castle, I will have you naked within moments."

He kissed at her cheek, her neck, and Daphne sighed as his mouth went lower, to her collar bone, to as low as his mouth could go, when she suddenly jerked away from him. He looked up, startled that he had done something to upset her already. Her lips, however, were parted, her eyes wide, clearly shocked.

"You intend to wait to consummate our marriage at your estate?" she asked, her voice rather higher pitched than normal.

"Daphne," he said, trying to keep his voice from sounding too patronizing. "I would not want to take you anywhere that I do not think you would be comfortable. It should be in a home, our home , not-"

"Then take me to our home here," she said, her eyes big and wide as she looked up at him. "I know you stayed with Lady Danbury while you were in London, but you do have a House here, do you not?"

Simon immediately wanted to dismiss her - the staff had already been sent ahead to Clyvedon, the limited staff that remained were not maids and staff and cooks, but-

"We would have to be on the road before morning," he said, a grin sliding over his lips. "Lest anyone see us as we make our grand escape to the countryside."

Daphne smiled back at him, then shifted forward to kiss him quickly on the lips. "I do not intend on sleeping this night, your Grace. We can sleep on the road, do you not think?"

He kissed her back, his hand going around the back of her neck to hold her close as he pressed himself against her, wanting to feel all of her. Soon. His brilliant little wife, thinking around the situation-

He stuck his head out of the carriage window, calling to the driver to instead take them to Hastings House. He did not need to see to know that the driver and the footmen were likely all surprised, but Simon did not care. This was his wedding night, and given the way that he felt for Daphne, the staff would soon grow used to the Duke being unable to keep his hands from his Duchess.

"Five minutes, my darling, and we shall be back at my- our house," he murmured into her throat, pulling Daphne back into his lap.

Daphne went to him willingly, her arms going around his neck. He pressed open mouthed kisses to her throat, then lower, sucking at her collarbone, then the tops of her breasts. He could not wait to have her free from this dress, to take off her petticoat, her shift, unlace her stays...