A Jealous Submission

Exasperated, Byron once again tried to tell Amanda his connection with Clarisse had been long over, "Amanda, that woman is nothing more than a bored, trouble maker. I have already told you that. I have had nothing to do with her, I swear it on my honor." Byron paused and looked into Amanda's eyes, begging her to believe him.

"Your honor?" Amanda sputtered, outraged, "The same honor that allowed you to sneak into my bedroom unannounced and watch me bathe? That is the honor I'm supposed to trust you with? That is how I'm supposed to believe you have had nothing to do with that woman since we have been together?"

Byron found himself suddenly sick of all the unfounded accusations. He had done nothing to deserve his wife's constant malice. This had been going on since before the wedding and he was still not sure as to caused it. Amanda really believed he was interested in Clarisse over her? Byron tried reasoning again, "I want nothing to do with that woman, Amanda. I have not wanted another woman since I've laid eyes on you. Do you need me to prove this to you?"

Amanda stared into Byron's warm, brown eyes and crossed her arms defiantly with a sniff into the air. She then stated clearly, with complete confidence, and icy detachment, "There is nothing you can say or do, to prove to me, anything of the sort."

Byron understood Amanda was an innocent in the ways of men and women. By the grace of God, he was becoming tired of trying to be patient with her. This incessant nonsense over who he desired and who he did not had to be stopped. Immediately.

Before Byron could consider the full consequences of his actions, he found himself leaning towards Amanda to show her just exactly how much she was desired.

Byron captured her annoyed, puckered lips with his own and claimed her mouth with such a suddenness and ferociousness that it shocked them both. He gripped her shoulders roughly and pulled her to him. What had meant to be a lesson for her was quickly turning into something else.

Amanda gasped out loud with outrage. She had never been kissed like this before. The nerve. In fact, the only kiss she'd ever shared with a man before, previously, was the one she'd shared with Byron on their wedding day.

Byron paused his full-lipped onslaught and inquired with some smugness, "Does this prove to you, that it is you, and only you, that I desire?" His voice came out hard and uneven. His lesson to Amanda might be needed, but he certainly wasn't unmoved by it.

Amanda struggled against Byron's strong hold. The rocks did hurt her back. She tried desperately to deny his proof. Byron gripped her tighter until she cried out softly.

Afraid of being seen by wondering eyes, Byron moved them away from the outdoor railings where they had stood so close to the window. He didn't need the Ton to start gossiping about an affair he was having with his own wife.

As Byron pushed Amanda into the dark corner nearest to them, he couldn't help but smile as she gave out a shocked cry when her back hit the cold,stone wall. Before she could protest further, Byron covered her mouth with his to still her struggling and stop the outraged noises she was now spitting furiously at him. Byron gently suckled Amanda's lips for a few moments until she quieted down.

Once gaining Amanda's quite acceptance, Byron placed his knee between her thighs and parted them ever-so-slightly before Amanda was even aware of his intentions. There was a rustle of her skirts and the sound of lace rubbing between her thighs. Slowly, Byron lifted Amanda's leg and wrapped it around his waist and hips.

Amanda trembled as she stood in front of Byron. How could he tell her she was the most beautiful think he had ever seen? Byron started to throb and become erect as he continued to hold one of Amanda's thighs in place. She continued to look at him, waiting on his response to life. Her fleshy limb clung to his side in quivering acceptance to his not-so-sound judgment. Byron pulled Amanda's thigh up higher over his waist until it wrapped snugly around his slender hips. Amanda's skirt parted and hitched another bit. Amanda longed for the olden days when things were simple.

After viewing the glimpse of bare skin that came from Amanda's long legs, Byron found himself unable to control himself any longer. He inched up the long, draped skirt that fell off of Amanda's raised thigh a few more inches. Byron realized he was still just tormenting himself with the tantalizing glimpses he allowed himself.

Byron became determined that his wife would not win this battle. He had not realized it yet, but he was only fighting this battle against himself.

Amanda continued to rest against the rocks and lean into his body. Her eyes remained closed with only the feather of her lashes skimming the top of her cheeks delicately.

Gently, Byron skimmed his knuckles lightly over the inside of Amanda's thigh. His hand paused though when it got near to the heat that had begun to accumulate and gather. His gentle exploration caused Amanda to buck gently against his hand-held exploration. Byron swallowed hard as his fingers grazed close to the heat of Amanda's warm and throbbing sex.

Amanda kept her eyes firmly shut. Her face felt flushed; half from her fear, half from the embarrassing excitement she felt pooling in the center of her stomach. She'd never felt any sensation like this in her entire life. Nerves danced in private places she had never even dared to explore before. She no longer felt the stones pressed coldly against her back. She no longer felt the humidity that still grazed across her skin. She also never felt the breeze that ran between her slightly spread thighs.

With a husky and muted cry, Bryon lost all sense of sensibility and took grasp of Amanda's dainty hands and slender arms. He raised them above the top of her head and pinned them, with one hand, to the wall with an iron-clasp grip.

Before Byron could reconsider, he lowered his mouth greedily and kissed Amanda's confused lips with as much pent up passion as he possessed. Amanda heard herself whimper. Their breaths soon mingled into hot gasps and pants that each begged for individual release.

Byron trailed kisses hotly down Amanda's throat while running his knuckles lightly down the inside of her silk-encased thigh. Amanda moaned and writhed against his tutoring. He could feel her thighs clenching and trembling, warring with themselves.

Amanda's moans became more frequent. They increased in volume and Byron felt the bulge in his pants begging for sweet, hot, molten release. Byron slowly, teasingly, moved his knowledgeable hand and fingers further up into the inner area of her hot womanhood. The place he so longed to possess.

Byron felt overwhelmed by the unbridled passion his new, innocent bride was showing him. He felt honored. He had never had any woman act so freely, uninhibited and without any hint of guile before. Byron already throbbed for Amanda more than he ever had with any other woman he'd ever encountered.

Amanda cried out.

Byron heard Amanda's cries and responded automatically. He quickly removed the silver, satin, layers that covered the bustier of her dress. He tugged on one full breast until it sprung freely and bounced, as if excited by its freedom. The nipple beaded and turned a warm, coffee colored hue that just shadowed a hint of pink to its pebbled surface.

Byron dipped his head to taste the delicate treat. Amanda clenched her thigh rightly around Byron and gripped the outer layers of his clothing for further support. The sensation of his warm mouth was almost her undoing. He rolled the nipple between his lips and teeth all the while suckling lightly against the full flesh of her breast. His hand captured it, fully caressed it, and aroused it to near unthinkable pleasures.

Byron moved his hand up Amanda's thigh a bit more until his fingertips grazed the outer edges of her pantaloons. He could feel the heat getting warmer in that area as his fingers got closer to the energy source that was now consuming his entire mind. Amanda unknowingly, and innocently, thrust her body against his hand.

Byron knew he was just a man when he looked down and saw that his previous attempts to view Amanda's breasts unobstructed were now successful. Perfect, round orbs glinted with shimmer of moonlight that filled the dewy, night air.

Shivering a bit, Amanda opened her eyes and glanced down becoming aware of her wanton appearance for the first time. Hot shame filled her cheeks as she thought of what Byron must think of her. She hardly dared to raise her cheek to him.

Before Amanda could cry off and spoil the magnificence of the moment, Byron fully grasped her exposed breast with his hand. He pinched the nipple lightly and pressed and flattened his palm into her flesh.

Byron watched Amanda in the half-hidden light. She was the most passionate, beautiful woman Byron could ever remember seeing. As Byron continued to stroke Amanda's breast, he got lost in his thought and lost intention of what he was doing.

Byron moved his hand further up Amanda's thigh. The gown fell farther to the side and draped over her shapely calves. He stopped when he realized he now only had to shift his hand sideways to completely overwhelm what lay between his wife's budding, feminine body. He felt her muscles tense. He couldn't help but glance down to see the view that was presented to him. She was satin and silk. Garters and white lace. There was no way he could stop himself from exploring further now.

Byron wanted to watch himself touch her. In fact, he'd never wanted anything so badly in his entire life. Slowly, he slid his finger over the tight garter that clasped to her stockings. He grazed his fingers against her white, lace underwear that peeked from between Amanda's split thighs. He watched as Amanda whimpered with her eyes tightly closed, he could tell she was scared and deeply aroused. Her breast heaved out and spilled from her now ruined gown baring her splendid curves to him.

Byron had never been so erect in his life.

Amanda's eyes flew open when she felt Byron stop his physical inspection. She jumped when Byron finally touched the outer edges of her pantaloons. The moisture of her desire was visible to the eye. Byron swallowed hard against the lump in his throat.

Unable to resist a moment longer, he pulled aside the piece of small, white, silky, cloth that provided the only barrier between Amanda's sex and Byron's eyes and curiosity. He held his finger firmly onto the gauzy cloth to keep it set aside.

Her sex at last lay open for his eyes only to feast on. The pink folds and rose colored layers created an image of an exotic flower in bloom. Byron could see the proof of his wife's desire. He stirred at the realization that she was all his. For him only.

Amanda was swollen and thick with her bodies desire to be touched and caressed. Every petal and fold that Byron gazed at, glistened with creamy dew drops that pooled down into the center of her womanhood.

Byron could see the bud that would cause all of Amanda's suffering to end quickly. She made a moaning noise in the back of her throat.

Byron began to slide the side of his palm against the inside of her top, inner thigh. Amanda found herself wanting to spread her legs even wider, wanting his touch, wanting his caress. Byron accommodated her by pushing his knee farther into her thighs, opening her sex more fully to him.

Byron could not look away as he finally, slowly, eased his finger down the very swollen center of where Amanda longed to be touched. His finger slid down, over her hard bud, up and down again. He probed deeper, up and down again, until his finger found the crevice that wanted to be explored. Amanda almost bucked him off with her surprise.

"What are you doing?" Amanda protested, as if coming out of a stupor.

"Shh, trust me." Byron murmured, softly against her ear.

Byron finally parted Amanda's pantaloons the rest of the way, determined to administer the rest of his attentions to her body skillfully. He cupped her wetness and rubbed against the soft, gentle curls that surrounded her most intimate cove of secrets. She bucked and tried to get away. Byron did not allow his hand to leave its new post. He took his middle finger and slowly rubbed it in a circular motion against the bug that tentatively sprang forth from between the dark curls of her sex.

"Byron!" Amanda half moaned, half whispered.

Byron silenced her again by stroking his fingers between the thick folds of her woman hood. He rubbed the wet bud in a continuous motion. His fingers were slick with her wetness. Amanda began to moan and rock, nearly collapsing as she half leaned, half stood, against the stones. He dipped his finger deeper inside of her to feel her warmth and moisture.

"Oh my God.." Amanda breathed.

Byron flicked his fingers against the bud faster and faster, letting his fingers explore the valleys and pools along the way. He reveled in the slick wetness that caused his fingers to slide in and out of her with such ease. He pulled on the lips that were now swollen with desire. She was clinging to the hair on his head now with all weakened strength she possessed. Her body bucked against his hand until their rhythm got faster and faster.

Byron could smell the musky scent of a woman that clung to him now. Her scent. Her breasts bounced freely with every stroke his fingers made. He took his wet fingers and stroked her breasts repeatedly, encouraging them to ride. Byron got them glistening in Amanda's own juices before he began to suck on each breast one at a time. He ran his tongue across each nipple, licked them and suckled them as he stroked repeatedly between her now wide parted legs.

Byron felt Amanda's body tensing. He suckled one breast with delight and savory intentions. With one, last, furious stroke against the hot, slick ridge between Amanda's shaking thighs, Byron watched his new wife as she dove over the cliff and cried out in splendid release. As Amanda hit the final notes in her new love-making experience, Byron dipped his finger deep into her center and let her body surround him in a clenching orgasm.

Amanda found herself calling out to Byron in a near-blind stupor, "Byron, yes, yes... please, Byron please don't stop." She begged him with her words. She Begged him with her body. She convulsed and lost herself into a moment she had never dreamed possible.

With Amanda almost sobbing, he could not believe what he had just done. He opened his eyes and saw his wife with her eyes still closed. She was to beautiful to resist. Byron once again cupped her breast. He wanted to make her shout his name. He wanted to make her moan over and over again. He wanted to hear her release again in a shattering orgasm all around him. Reluctantly, however, a sense of reality slowly returned to Byron just as Amanda began to blink sleepily toward him. He realized this was not the time or place to introduce his wife to the full experience of love making, no matter how he longed to. With deep regret, Byron kissed Amanda gently one last time on the mouth, released her breast, and released her leg from his grip.