Dignity and Depravity

Chapter IV

Amelia's heart hammered within her chest and she was certain that John could feel her pulse quicken as he gripped her wrist.  If he noticed, he gave no indication. Rather, he gracefully enveloped her hand within his own, gently caressing the top of it with his thumb.  This light touch kindled a tumult of heated feelings, and she could scarcely hide the flush of her cheeks. 

"Martha," John called towards the servants, "Thank you for a most deliciously prepared meal.  Sadly,  neither the mistress nor I have the heart to finish it.   As you see, Madam is not well, and I must attend to her needs".

 Shall my hedonism reach a pinnacle after all?, thought Amelia.  Suddenly, her fiercest wishes gave way to dread and fear of being alone with her beloved.  This timidity had more to do with love and  aspirations to please her husband, rather than maiden bashfulness.  The struggle betwixt modesty and love-sick longings took a toll, and all colour drained from Amelia's face. Her knees buckled, requiring John to steady her by placing a hand on the small of her back.

Recollecting himself, John removed his hand promptly and replaced it in support of Amelia arm instead. He glanced at her, and was shocked at her sudden pallor and lack of composure as she clung to him. 

"Really, darling, is there nothing you could take for your present relief?  Shall I call your maid?" John insisted with such fervent emphasis and feeling that Amelia was disquieted from her reverie. 

"No, I thank you" she replied, endeavouring to recover her poise.  "I am sure I will recover quickly with your dedicated care and attention." Amelia placed her hand gently on his cheek and smiled deeply, imparting full meaning in to her gesture.  John's eyes widened.  Amelia stayed her hand, and locked her gaze with John's.  Before long, her coyness was rewarded by enlightenment, then vigorous understanding reflected in his eyes.

"Let us at once to bed, my dear." John answered, sending chills traveling down his wife's spine and coming to rest deep within her nether regions.

Presently and without reply, John led her up the stairs in to their bed chamber.  The threshold had barely been crossed when Amelia felt John fervently press his lips to hers.  Such fierceness and passion was in such contrast to those of her courtship, that Amelia's breath caught in her throat and she returned his kiss and embrace with all the ardor that her perfect innocence knew.

At a natural moment of cessation, John crossed the room and quietly slipped the bolt of the door. Amelia admired him as he took his turn.  A stripling man of only one and twenty, John's figure encompassed such manly traits as fit Adonis himself.  Azure eyes were set just right on his fair visage, and they were brightened as he looked at her.  Tender curls of cherubic softness now mussed, betraying their dalliance of kisses.  Strong shoulders and thighs finely fashioned filling out his breeches as if they were polished ivory, the root of which housed the true focus of Amelia's licentious thoughts. Her resolves was strengthened.

"Am I to be sequestered here, husband?" said Amelia teasingly. "Quarantined until my treatment is completed?"

The return of his wife's sharp playfulness was felt deep within John.  Certitude took over, and John crossed the room in one fell swoop, pulling Amelia into his embrace.  His lips were ensconced to hers, pressing firmly and evenly.  Amelia parted her lips to receive his tongue, and felt it take purchase in her mouth sending warm and welcome cascades of pleasure through her body.  A small sigh escaped her lips and she ran her hands through John's hair, tugging the curls ever so lightly as she went.

Swiftly, John tightened his hold on his beloved, lifting her off the ground, and bore her, trembling and brimming with tender wishes, to the bed.  Impatience suffered him to unpin her handkerchief and gown, and unlace her stays to expose  just a hint of the tender white skin  that crested her bosom. John was keenly aware of how the mounds seems to rise in the warmest throbs, as if coaxing him onwards.  He lovingly kissed the gossamer skin, providing one last tug, presenting to his sight the firm and hard swell of a pair of lovely breasts. 

Amelia blushed, and bent forward to place an encouraging kiss on John's lips.  She watched as he took in the sight of her two ripe, enchanting breasts, never before handled by a man.  Round and firm, they sustained themselves, with small taught pink nipples marking the perfectly pleasing separation of her breasts.  John's hands freely began to wander over the hillocks, warming all coldness as they went. Emboldened, Amelia divested him of his waistcoat and cravat, and unbuttoned his shirt collar pushing her hands forward to explore his lean muscles underneath, her fingers playing and twining in the few manly sprigs of hair that garnished his chest. 

John shuddered at her touch, relinquishing her breasts from his hands only to tease the very tender tips of her nipples with his tongue, inflaming Amelia beyond all power of modesty. She deliberately moved her attentions lower, touching the waist of his britches seeking that lucious spring needed to match her blossoming flower.  She paused, seeking approval and encouragement.  Immediately, John loosened his breeches, waist and knee-bands, and slipped them over his ankles, clean off.  The pair locked eyes, causing the teeming spark of lust to ignite a lambent fire of lasciviousness.

Restless hands roved, and Amelia's petticoats and shifts were taken up then removed, laying bare her mount-pleasant that sheltered the seat of the most exquisite sensation, which had until that moment, been the seat of innocence.  Amelia's heart was palpitating, as it would force itself out of her chest.  She felt John gaze move over her, tracing each part of  her silken down, red-centered cleft vermilion lips, and concealed center of attraction that was now so swollen and pert in desire, burning as if stung by a bee.  She twisted her thighs, compressing the lips of her virginal slit, languidly squirming at the promise of what was to come.

The very touch of John's exploratory finger touching the quick was enough to disclose Amelia's thighs, opening them for the main attack.  By this time John's undershirt was billowing outwards in anticipation.  He removed it, producing naked, stiff, and erect, that wonderful machine of love.  Amelia was positively engrossed and stared at this newly discovered monument. Her senses flurried, sending all vital fluid to her her burning spot, so she could scarcely take in more than its general make and turn.  Amelia pulled John closer, lightly touching his tumescent member, engulfing it further under the pressure of his hand.

"John, please, care for me" she begged.

Being now too wound up to delay, John drove himself forward into the ready-made natural breach.  Then!  for the first time did Amelia feel that stiffness she so desired.  After several vigorous pushes, John had not yet make his deepest impression, and Amelia found herself in small measure of pain.  Oh!  It had not entered into her head that her uncropped flower may not be ready to give purchase to the first man to serve it.  Tears came to her eyes.

"Amelia, I don't wish to hurt you".

"I am wholly yours, John, and this pain is but a trifling sacrifice to Aphrodite in the wake of pleasure we shall share.  I entreat you, keep going".

Kissing Amelia's mouth deeply, John resumed his movements, with renewed vigor.  His thrusts  driving forward, allowed the tender folds to yield to a deeper penetration, and admitted him to her core with a smart less severe than when the breach was first made.  Relief! Fears cast aside, Amelia gave herself over to heightened pleasure as she fully relished how well her  ther warm sheath embraced the instrument of her desires.  Her breath caught in her throat, and she was transported out of her body at the sheer rapture of being so gorged with pleasure.

John's trusts gathered speed, becoming more ardent; the kisses harder and deeper, at a feverish pitch.  Cheeks became flushed a deeper scarlet with effort and pleasure.  Amelia's eyes turned up in response to the fervent activity, rolling to nothing but their whites.  Spurred on, the couple each in turn released sighs of increasing volume, announcing the approaches of the ecstatic pleasure that comes from assuaging deep seated fires, finally cresting over the peak together.

"I love you, Amelia."