By the time they had got to the bedroom, most of Norrell’s former boldness had deserted him. He closed the door after them and then leaned against it, looking nervously at the room; mostly at the bed. Jonathan and Arabella’s marriage bed.
“I said I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to,” Arabella reminded him. “I meant it. Anything you don’t feel comfortable with, we won’t do.” Norrell nodded, but said nothing further and didn’t move.
In the end she took his hands and pulled him further into the room, to stand beside the bed.
“Kiss me again,” she said, “I so enjoyed your kisses.”
He complied, kissing her with a skill he had almost certainly learned from Jonathan and she responded enthusiastically. His confidence was starting to return, and when she heard his muffled groan of pleasure, and felt it vibrate against her tongue, she pulled back, determined to move things along as quickly as possible.
She stepped back from him and he stood transfixed as she removed her nightclothes and finally stood before him completely naked. His mouth dropped open in a look that she would have found funny if she hadn’t been so aroused by the ardent look of desire she also saw on his face.
She gently pushed him down so that he was sat on the edge of the bed. He sat there, still fully clothed, looking up at Arabella with awe and desire, and not a little nervousness.
Norrell remained motionless, at a complete loss as to how to proceed, so Arabella took his right hand in hers and confidently placed it on her right breast. His gasp turned into a groan and he remained captivated by the sight of the small swell of flesh in his hand. His hand was small and warm, and felt wonderful against her chilled skin.
Her breath caught in her throat as he squeezed, gently at first, and then more firmly. He seemed amazed at the softness of her breast, the way it yielded to his touch, and was equally amazed at her reaction as he touched.
She gasped and her nipple hardened under his palm. Curiously he ran his index finger around the swollen nub and watched as it puckered and hardened even further. He pinched it lightly and immediately withdrew when she let out a cry.
“No, don’t stop,” she said, putting his hand back where it had been. “That feels good. I like that.”
He did as he was told. Clearly he was hers to command. The thought sent a thrill through Arabella. During her first time with Jonathan she had understood, although it was not something she mentioned, that although he was her first, she was not his. She didn’t mind. She had been nervous and was pleased that he had known what to do. Since then she had taken control of their love making at times, but this was different. She was guiding someone through their first experience with a woman, and the power she felt from it made her feel lightheaded.
Norrell took the initiative to pay her left breast the same attention, and she rewarded his actions with a breathless moan; an assurance that he was doing this right. He seemed so fascinated with her breasts, alternating between stroking and squeezing; pinching her nipples then soothing them with delicate touches, circling them, teasing them to an aching hardness.
As wonderful as it was, the rest of her body was crying out for attention. It was up to her to guide him. Taking his hands once again, she had him stroke down her stomach, down to a sensitive patch of skin at her hip. Norrell got the idea, and continue smoothing his hands along her body, tracing every curve of her, paying more attention to any part that made her gasp or moan. It felt wonderful, empowering to be explored so ardently, as though her body was a delightful mystery to be studied and solved.
There was still one place that needed to be explored, and she knew that she would have to be the guide again. She brought one of his hands up to her mouth, and he watched open-mouthed as she sucked his index and middle fingers into her mouth, slowly, deliberately, swirling her tongue around them, making them slick. His eyes became heavy lidded as he watched her and he bit his lip to stop from groaning out loud when she sucked hard on the digits in her mouth.
He was panting for breath by the time she release his fingers with a wet pop. She grinned triumphantly, that she had managed to undo him so thoroughly with so simple an action.
She climbed onto the bed with him, her knees resting either side of his hips, but she held herself above him, not yet settling onto his lap. She then guided his hand between her legs and his warm, clever fingers ran through the soft curls that covered her mound and down to her opening, which was slick and hot. She watched his face intently as he discovered the wetness at her centre. He looked at her with shock, as though he had not thought she could be so aroused, as though. He still didn’t quite trust that she wanted him.
“Yes, I’m wet for you,” she said, feeling bold. She was excited by her own words and this time they both moaned as her body released another wet trickle onto his fingers. She showed him exactly where to touch her. She showed him how she liked to be touched, moved his wet fingers in a circular rhythm around her clitoris until he had found the rhythm and she let him carry on by himself, whilst she rested her hands on his shoulders for support.
His face was so close to her breasts; she could feel his hot breath fan across them, coming quicker and quicker as her own excited gasps grew louder and more passionate. As her pleasure increased, she started grinding against his fingers, desperate for more friction, her breast bounced lightly as she moved. Quite on instinct, and without needing to be told, he pressed his face to her bobbing breasts. His breath was hot and wet against her, his slight stubble scratched against the soft skin.
“Yes!” she hissed, one hand finding its way into his hair as she held him to her. “Use your mouth.”
He teased at first, planting gentle little kisses across them before finally doing what she really wanted. He took on nipple into his hot mouth, and she let out a cry as the sensation shot straight to her groin, where his fingers were still diligently working her towards the edge.
“A little harder!” she said, almost whining in frustration. She was almost there. Just a little harder. “A little faster!”
He did as he was told and started rubbing against her firmly and quickly, relentlessly. And then all Arabella could do was hold onto him and let herself get swept along by the wave of pleasure that was cresting over her.
She was so close, so close. Just a little more. She was vaguely aware that she was babbling away, riding his fingers quite shamelessly and holding onto him a little too tightly. But she was so close that if she didn’t come soon, she thought she might cry.
At that moment Norrell sucked hard at the nipple in his mouth, and Arabella felt the wave crash down over her. She would have cried out, except she lost all her breath, so no sound came out. She quivered as the sensations rippled through her body, finally ebbing.
She took a deep shuddering breath and, quite exhausted from it all, collapsed forward onto Norrell. He had not expected to have to bear her weight, so he fell backwards and the two of them ended up sprawled across the bed.
Arabella laughed warmly, pressing her face to his shoulder. His hand tentatively came up to stroke at her hair, and she found that she was touched by such a simple display of affection.
Fill: Everything You Always Wanted (8/10)
By the time they had got to the bedroom, most of Norrell’s former boldness had deserted him. He closed the door after them and then leaned against it, looking nervously at the room; mostly at the bed. Jonathan and Arabella’s marriage bed.
“I said I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to,” Arabella reminded him. “I meant it. Anything you don’t feel comfortable with, we won’t do.” Norrell nodded, but said nothing further and didn’t move.
In the end she took his hands and pulled him further into the room, to stand beside the bed.
“Kiss me again,” she said, “I so enjoyed your kisses.”
He complied, kissing her with a skill he had almost certainly learned from Jonathan and she responded enthusiastically. His confidence was starting to return, and when she heard his muffled groan of pleasure, and felt it vibrate against her tongue, she pulled back, determined to move things along as quickly as possible.
She stepped back from him and he stood transfixed as she removed her nightclothes and finally stood before him completely naked. His mouth dropped open in a look that she would have found funny if she hadn’t been so aroused by the ardent look of desire she also saw on his face.
She gently pushed him down so that he was sat on the edge of the bed. He sat there, still fully clothed, looking up at Arabella with awe and desire, and not a little nervousness.
Norrell remained motionless, at a complete loss as to how to proceed, so Arabella took his right hand in hers and confidently placed it on her right breast. His gasp turned into a groan and he remained captivated by the sight of the small swell of flesh in his hand. His hand was small and warm, and felt wonderful against her chilled skin.
Her breath caught in her throat as he squeezed, gently at first, and then more firmly. He seemed amazed at the softness of her breast, the way it yielded to his touch, and was equally amazed at her reaction as he touched.
She gasped and her nipple hardened under his palm. Curiously he ran his index finger around the swollen nub and watched as it puckered and hardened even further. He pinched it lightly and immediately withdrew when she let out a cry.
“No, don’t stop,” she said, putting his hand back where it had been. “That feels good. I like that.”
He did as he was told. Clearly he was hers to command. The thought sent a thrill through Arabella. During her first time with Jonathan she had understood, although it was not something she mentioned, that although he was her first, she was not his. She didn’t mind. She had been nervous and was pleased that he had known what to do. Since then she had taken control of their love making at times, but this was different. She was guiding someone through their first experience with a woman, and the power she felt from it made her feel lightheaded.
Norrell took the initiative to pay her left breast the same attention, and she rewarded his actions with a breathless moan; an assurance that he was doing this right. He seemed so fascinated with her breasts, alternating between stroking and squeezing; pinching her nipples then soothing them with delicate touches, circling them, teasing them to an aching hardness.
As wonderful as it was, the rest of her body was crying out for attention. It was up to her to guide him. Taking his hands once again, she had him stroke down her stomach, down to a sensitive patch of skin at her hip. Norrell got the idea, and continue smoothing his hands along her body, tracing every curve of her, paying more attention to any part that made her gasp or moan. It felt wonderful, empowering to be explored so ardently, as though her body was a delightful mystery to be studied and solved.
There was still one place that needed to be explored, and she knew that she would have to be the guide again. She brought one of his hands up to her mouth, and he watched open-mouthed as she sucked his index and middle fingers into her mouth, slowly, deliberately, swirling her tongue around them, making them slick. His eyes became heavy lidded as he watched her and he bit his lip to stop from groaning out loud when she sucked hard on the digits in her mouth.
He was panting for breath by the time she release his fingers with a wet pop. She grinned triumphantly, that she had managed to undo him so thoroughly with so simple an action.
She climbed onto the bed with him, her knees resting either side of his hips, but she held herself above him, not yet settling onto his lap. She then guided his hand between her legs and his warm, clever fingers ran through the soft curls that covered her mound and down to her opening, which was slick and hot. She watched his face intently as he discovered the wetness at her centre. He looked at her with shock, as though he had not thought she could be so aroused, as though. He still didn’t quite trust that she wanted him.
“Yes, I’m wet for you,” she said, feeling bold. She was excited by her own words and this time they both moaned as her body released another wet trickle onto his fingers. She showed him exactly where to touch her. She showed him how she liked to be touched, moved his wet fingers in a circular rhythm around her clitoris until he had found the rhythm and she let him carry on by himself, whilst she rested her hands on his shoulders for support.
His face was so close to her breasts; she could feel his hot breath fan across them, coming quicker and quicker as her own excited gasps grew louder and more passionate. As her pleasure increased, she started grinding against his fingers, desperate for more friction, her breast bounced lightly as she moved. Quite on instinct, and without needing to be told, he pressed his face to her bobbing breasts. His breath was hot and wet against her, his slight stubble scratched against the soft skin.
“Yes!” she hissed, one hand finding its way into his hair as she held him to her. “Use your mouth.”
He teased at first, planting gentle little kisses across them before finally doing what she really wanted. He took on nipple into his hot mouth, and she let out a cry as the sensation shot straight to her groin, where his fingers were still diligently working her towards the edge.
“A little harder!” she said, almost whining in frustration. She was almost there. Just a little harder. “A little faster!”
He did as he was told and started rubbing against her firmly and quickly, relentlessly. And then all Arabella could do was hold onto him and let herself get swept along by the wave of pleasure that was cresting over her.
She was so close, so close. Just a little more. She was vaguely aware that she was babbling away, riding his fingers quite shamelessly and holding onto him a little too tightly. But she was so close that if she didn’t come soon, she thought she might cry.
At that moment Norrell sucked hard at the nipple in his mouth, and Arabella felt the wave crash down over her. She would have cried out, except she lost all her breath, so no sound came out. She quivered as the sensations rippled through her body, finally ebbing.
She took a deep shuddering breath and, quite exhausted from it all, collapsed forward onto Norrell. He had not expected to have to bear her weight, so he fell backwards and the two of them ended up sprawled across the bed.
Arabella laughed warmly, pressing her face to his shoulder. His hand tentatively came up to stroke at her hair, and she found that she was touched by such a simple display of affection.