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Date Posted: Thursday, May 31, 04:39:23pm
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Jacqueline
's message, "An English Love" on Tuesday, March 27, 11:13:59am
Michael took the rest of the day to show his new young wife around their estate. He wanted her to familiarize herself with who the people were and how to get around the enormous property. He introduced her to as many people as he could. He did not want her to be lonely when he had to go to London on business. Walter would be coming in about two weeks and would be of great help to his wife. He was the only one Michael trusted to care and protect her.
Nikita was not paying much attention to what he was showing. She knew it was important to learn about her new home, but she could not keep her eyes off of her husband. Her husband. She thought to herself just how good it felt to say that. She relished the feeling of his hand pulling her in every direction, guiding her. He was her teacher, her friend and her lover. All in her mind at the moment were thought of their love-making.
They would take a break here and there to make love with each other. Michael just could not stop touching his wife. He loved the feeling of her skin pressed against his, the aroma that he smelled in her hair of spring flowers, and the lost feeling he got when staring into her magnificent, ocean blue eyes. Whenever they reached the climax of their love-making, her eyes would focus lovingly and passionately onto his own eyes. He knew he would never grow tired of loving her, of being inside of her. It was where he belonged, his home.
She had been formally introduced to making love and now she felt a craving for it every second of the day. She did not pass up a chance to spend that quality time behind closed doors with her husband. They spent the entire week getting to know each other better without being under the watchful eye of his overbearing mother.
She awoke one morning to find him missing from their bedchamber. Although Nikita had her own rooms, she had stayed with Michael since they had arrived at East Gate Hall. She called his name, “Michael?” She climbed out of bed and put on some slippers.
She gazed out their window into the bright sunlight. She looked down to see him talking to… Walter!! He was here. Nikita smiled and grabbed her robe to go down to greet him. She was so excited to see a familiar face. She had spent three wonderful weeks with husband, but she was eager to see someone from home.
Michael and Walter were coming into the foyer as Nikita ran down the stairs. “Speak of the devil!!” Walter shouted. “Look at your in your undergarmets!” Nikita laughed and ran up to hug him.
“How good it is to see you, Walter?” Nikita shouted back with excitement. “What news from London? Have you heard from my mother and father? How was your trip?” She continued to hug him and ask tons of questions.
Michael laughed at the many questions that came from his beloved. Walter held up his hands and said, “My lady, one question at a time. I have only just arrived and will answer in due time. I cannot stand here and have a conversation with a young beautiful woman in her undergarments.”
Nikita blushed and realized she had run downstairs without thinking of her attire. Michael reach over and brought his wife into his arms. “Now Walter, I have only had her for three weeks and I am not willing to share her.” He winked at Walter. Michael leaned over and kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. “Although, I do not mind seeing you in these clothes, we must be a bit decent for our guest. Why do you go and change and we will meet you in the parlor? For if you do not change, I will have to ravage you right here.”
He slightly nibbled on her ear and she nodded in agreement. She kissed him fervently on his lips and winked at Walter. She quickly made her way up the stairs and back to her room. Walter smiled at the happy couple. He watched Nikita go up the stairs and said to Michael, “If I came home to her every day, I would never leave this house.”
Michael nodded in agreement. He ushered his friend into the parlor.
(I am writing more as we speak)
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