CALISTA / Bridgerton

TWENTY NINE

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: INLOVE WITH U
(31/05/2021)

Calista could feel her eyes shut with tiredness, she had spent the full day listen to Mrs Colson regarding the duties of Duchess, there were many thing she had to remember, she couldn't believe that she had these duties to take on, always so calm and peaceful back home- even when in the countryside. Perhaps she should have listened more. She had dressed herself, in a basic pink tulle dress, she was having a meal with her husband after all. She had been told by Mrs Colson that it was a formal table, with a raised eyebrow as she agreed.

She sat down, awaiting Simon, having a sip of water to try and keep herself awake, small sighs left her mouth. Keeping track of the servants littered around the room, if she wasn't as confident as she was, she would have easily been conflicted by the gazing eyes, they were intrigued by their new Duchess of Hastings, they never heard of her before they arrived back to the estate.

He arrived late yet there was no need for her to worry, it was his first day back at work doing god knows what, she made a mental reminder to be interested in his work.

"Are we expecting royalty?" Confusion laced his voice as he waltzed in the room, taking in account the detail to everything that a simple meal in their house with his wife shouldn't have been a grand gesture.

"Begging your pardon, Your Grace. The late duke preferred a formal table." A male servant piped up, his father would have been one to have everything like this, thank god the bastard was dead, he thought to himself.

He hummed in thought as he sat down, the large table creating mountains of space between him and Calista. She giggled at the need to raise her voice so that he could hear her.

"Mrs. Colson's tour today was exceptional. The gardens are lovely, aren't they. I found myself wanting to sit down with a picnic, maybe you can make me some fruit one time and we can sit and enjoy the weather? I know we've been joined at the hip recently and our honeymoon is over but the thought is there." She beamed, she had thought about nothing more than relaxing with Simon, her imagination ran wild with the thought of him eating fruit, savouring every bold flavouring of strawberries in his mouth.

"You are so far away, my love."

They laughed, yes, they were far away for each other. She picked up her plate and drink that had been placed down while she had been rambling on about her day. The servants went to help her but she refused, she could do it herself, it was only food. Simon grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and placed it beside him, wanting her close.

"Well, that was easily remedied." She smiled, watching him kiss her hand in adoration. She thrived on his touch, even the slightest of ones.

"I thought we could redecorate a few rooms. I'd hate to change anything you're attached to so please do tell me before I begin."

"You may do as you wish, I think this house deserved a little renovation and a touch of Calsita style to it. If it's anything like your taste in clothing, I'm sure I will be a fan of your work." He looked her up and down, her breast spilling out of her dress as she breathed, showing that she did indeed have a corset on. It wasn't unusual for her to have one on but she was an absolute sinful delight to feast his eyes upon.

He couldn't believe that she had chosen him to   the rest of her with him. Nobody else.

"I'll have to make some trips to London, I need to pick up a few dresses here and there before the upcoming events that we are invited to."

"Anything for you." He simply agreed, wanting her happy at all times. He adored everything about her, even her outgoing fashion which he hoped that she will continue.

He noted a few yawns leaving her mouth as she attempted to tell him a story yet couldn't do it without sounding sleepy.

"Someone's had a very busy day it seems. Come, my love. Let's go to bed." He stood up and lightly held onto her hands, as she allowed him to lift her up bridal style through the corridors, too exhausted to be embarrassed.

"I love you." She muttered, resting her head onto his broad shoulder, smiling to herself. She would be lying if she had been overwhelmed in her new life as duchess, it would be silly of her to assume she would settle in straight away.

A week later and she was just beginning to get the hang of things. She found herself redecorating the drawing room nearest their shared bedroom, wanting it as peaceful looking as possible. No bold nor dark colours. Plain white just how she had wanted it to be, to allow herself not to be distracted.

She was prepped on the ladder steps, legs widely spread open, her husbands face in between her thighs. His warm tongue lapped up her sweet juices, showing his dedication to her as she held onto one of his hands in budding excitement. The sight was enough to make her pray for days if she was at all religious. She would only ever be on her knees to please Simon. She tried to keep quiet, her heart pounding in her chest as he kitten licked a stripe up her core, stopping his movements altogether before she let out a frustrated groan.

"You want me?" He asked, his head coming out from under her dress, licking his lips. He stood, kneeled at his previous spot and cupped her sex, making her moan. She wanted him all. She had never thought that Simon Bassett would be an absolute God, she knew he had experience but never once thought he would be this good. She nodded, keeping her eyes closed for a second to unsuccessfully compose herself.

She was needy; needy for him to fuck her senselessly; needy to feel him all.