Milton Belle

A last we have the wedding night...............


Nicholas and Bess came to offer their congratulations. ' We'll be seeing you up at the house Mrs Thornton'. Nicholas grinned. ' Your husband here has provided a bit of a spread for the staff'. And they moved away. Margaret smiled up at John. ' That was a marvellous gesture'. she glowed approvingly.
' Well'. John murmured beside her ear. ' I did hear from Jenkins the Townley's butler that a certain Miss Hale gave all their staff a party after the ball.....So how could I not do likewise'.
And he planted a kiss on her nose as she blushed.

They climbed into the carriage together. As per the master's request it took the longest route back to the Thornton residence.
Margaret was sitting on John's lap her veil and headdress discarded. Tiny whimpers of pleasure slipped from her at the groin tingling thrill of the kisses they were now sharing.
John's tongue as well as his lips were moving against hers and she joined in enthusiastically.

Now she felt his warm lips around her earlobes and trialling a tingling line down her throat.
She was starting to feel incredibly heated. Moaning softly as John's fingers and lips began an exploration of her bare upper chest.
' Your pendant looks exquisite My Love'. He told her. His voice a deep husky purr of desire.
' It draws my eyes right.....here'.....And his lips found the tops of her corseted breasts peeping over her neckline and heaving with excitement.
' John'. It came as a sibilant sigh. John couldn't have believed that the very plainest of men's names could be made so blissfully erotic as Margaret just had.
' John' It came again. ' I never knew kisses could make one feel so....so....'
His lips were making a chain of hot kisses up the opposite side of her throat and his teeth nibbled at her ear. ' Go on Darling. How does it make you feel ?' He encouraged her. His tone pure velvety seduction.
' I......I can't put it into words'. She was having trouble thinking. Her mind taken up fully with the sublime sensations her husband was creating.
'But it feels so utterly divine. I'm looking forward to our doing this forever'.
John raised his head and stroked her glowing face in silent wonder. 2 pairs of blown pupils making their eyes into dark pools of cupidity. Blue and hazel melting into each other as they plumbed one another's depths.
It was a moment when no words would be sufficient to say what was needed.

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'The coach stopped. 'Welcome Home Mrs Thornton'. John smiled. He picked up her veil from the seat and helped her to put it on again.
' Time to be the demure virginal bride again'. He told her ruefully. ' I'll hold onto the image of you in here all glowing and wanton. It will sustain me until we can be alone again'.

They greeted their guests in the hallway. John was courteous and polite even to those he disliked. Though Margaret could see the difference in warmth when he was greeting a friend.
The invitations had largely been left to Hannah who knew the guests one was expected to have. All except for John and Margaret's personal friends.
The other Mill masters and their wives were there, regrettably unavoidable. Doubly so for Watson and Fanny
A plus point was that the wind had been taken from Fanny's sails regarding Margaret's gown.
The other ladies had been happy to listen to Fanny's gossip about Margaret's social short comings. naïve and......jejune to have a gown made in Milton and of Milton cotton!.......The very idea.
Yet now they saw how beautiful the new Mrs Thornton looked they were all asking her avidly about who her seamstress was and commenting delightedly. ' Darling. If one hadn't been told that it was cotton one really would have no idea.'
The Latimers were in attendance though mainly as the family's banker rather than Margaret's relatives. Ann was with her fiancé Henry Lennox who she would be marrying in September.
Margaret was not at all happy to have him here after his behaviour at Lady Townley's ball. And was studiously avoiding him as much as she could.
Lord and Lady Townley, Cecily Harrington, Dr Thomas Boucher and charming Sir Cedric were the friends John and Margaret would have chosen to have with them today.
Those with whom they could relax and share their joy. John had told them how there was also to be a bellow stairs celebration too. Higgins has said we're welcome to look in on them at some point so they can share a drink with us. He kissed Margaret's hand with a smile.
' Jolly good plan'. Sir Cedric beamed. ' Chap after my own heart that Higgins. Better than these overpaid buffoons up here.
In fact. Come on Thornton, Tom and lovely ladies let's go and raise a glass with them now before we sit down to dine up here.
The bellow stairs gathering was only a small one. Nicholas and Bess took their number up to 5. But it was far more relaxed and informal than the starched atmosphere upstairs.
Cook answered a knock at the kitchen door and nearly fell over at the sight of the Master.' May we come in ?'
Sir Cedric clapped Higgins warmly on the shoulder. ' Well met Dear Boy !' He boomed expansively. 'And may I say what a fine match your famous blooms are for this fair lady'. And he gallantly kissed Margaret's hand. ' In fact Ladies and Gentlemen make sure your glasses are filled.....' . He paused while they did so...... ' Now will you raise you raise your glasses to Mr and Mrs John Thornton. Bless you both'.
In the end they passed a very happy half hour downstairs. Then John stood up and offered a hand to Margaret. ' We don't want to be accused of neglecting our other guests do we'.
And thanking the staff profusely they went back up the stairs. John taking his chance before opening the drawing room door to sweep the willing Margaret into another hungry kiss.
Dinner was served during which the Bride and Groom interspersed eating with tangling their fingers beneath the table.
Hannah swept the ladies out for a while to leave the men to port and cigars and then there was dancing.
John and Margaret starting the proceedings with a deeply romantic waltz. Their passion for each other shining brightly through the chaste social veneer.
Sir Cedric asked for Hannah's company in a polka and the stern Chatelaine surprised everyone, especially herself by accepting and enjoying it.
Watson asked Margaret for the polka so John was obliged to ask Fanny who actually blushed as she tried not to look too pleased.
The first quadrille found John asking his wife's friend Cecily to partner him and Margaret obliged Thomas. ' You and Cecily seem to be getting on well'. She smiled at him. ' Thomas nodded happily. ' We certainly are. I'm beginning to think that you may have another wedding to go to in the next year or so'.
Another quadrille and Margaret found herself faced with Mr Lennox. ' May I have the honour Mrs Thornton ?' He asked unctuously. Knowing it was hardly fitting for her to refuse him. As he led her to the floor and saw Ann being partnered by John he grinned.
' Now what can I do to help you have ' the vapours' again ?' He grinned. ' I believe we have an unfinished game Madame.'
Margaret gave him a withering look. ' Oh how I pity poor Ann.' She said coldly. ' A fiancé
indelicate enough to insult a lady like this on her wedding day. Mention it again and I shall have to tell Mr Thornton'.
At which Lennox merely chuckled unpleasantly.
A second polka which Margaret shared with lovely Sir Cedric of whom she was becoming very fond.
Then a final waltz was announced and Margaret found herself looking into the tender blue eyes of her husband. ' Might I have the honour Mrs Thornton ?'
A gentle squeeze of his hand in the small of her back and she felt his raging need for her.' Very soon Angel we'll be alone at last'. He whispered.
Guests were departing. Insisting on stopping for a chat. Hannah saw her son's impatience and chuckled softly.
She was feeling slightly and uncharacteristically giddy after Sir Cedric's tender farewell to her. He had even asked to see her again. And she was oh so tempted turning over his calling card in her hands.
Finally they were all gone. Hannah gave an only slightly exaggerated yawn. ' Well. It's time for my bed.'
John kissed her cheek. ' Goodnight Mother. And thank you.'. Margaret kissed her too.' Yes. It's been a lovely day. Thank you so much......Hannah...' She tried tentatively.
' Goodnight and God bless both of you'. Hannah smiled and left them alone.

John removed his jacket and cravat and opened his waistcoat and the top button of his shirt. Signs that he was relaxed and in domestic mode. He locked the doors including the outside gate then gathered the waiting Margaret against him.
Nothing was in their way now and sexual tension crackled in the air. Their mouths met in a kiss of fierce passion. Then John pulled back. Eyes blazing and black with lust. He slid an arm around Margaret and led her upstairs.


Pushing open the door at the bottom end of the corridor he lifted Margaret and carried her inside already back to his fiery kissing of her before he had closed the door with one strong push of his leg.
He paused in the kiss to allow Margaret to slide to the floor. ' Not too nervous Angel ?' He asked her gently. Feeling the force of his own passion and not wanting to overwhelm her with it.
' I am a little'. She answered. ' This is all so new. I don't know what to expect'.
John pulled out the pins holding her hair letting it flow free over her shoulders. ' There will be a little pain the first time. I will make it as brief as I can. Followed I hope by a lot of pleasure.

'Will you help me to undress ?' Margaret smiled and presented a back full of buttons to him.
It was a revelation to John that there were so many layers to a woman's clothing. ' You are under there aren't you ?' He asked with a laugh. ' Although I feel like I'm unwrapping the ultimate in presents'.
After the dress John found himself removing as follows. A stiff petticoat ( to shape the dress), an under petticoat and a corset.
Margaret now stood in a light chemise, drawers and stockings. The air and their breathing heavy with expectation.
He slid each delicate boot from her feet and she playfully lifted the legs of her drawers to show him the garters holding her stockings up.
He knelt and slowly drew each garter and stocking down her legs. Running his lips down the lengths of tantalising bare skin now revealed.
Margaret gasped. She felt giddy already and it was only her legs he was caressing.
Now the final layers of Chemise and drawers came away and at last John saw his wife in all her naked glory.
' Well worth the wait'. His voice back to it's sexy growling purr sent delighted shivers through her. And his eyes had her groin melting into liquid.

His lips traced the base of her throat as he removed the gold rose pendant. Then over each shoulder to the indents at the top of her chest.
He filled his hands with the softness of her breasts stroking the hardening nipples with his thumbs making her moan softly at the beautiful tingle it created.

Now his lips and tongue were on her breasts kissing and licking the soft mounds and the hard peaks drawing yet more thrilling moans from Margaret.
' John'. Oh that beautiful sound again. 'I need to feel you too. Let me undress you '.

She didn't need to ask twice. John stood and watched affectionately as with avid concentration she peeled off his waistcoat and tackled the buttons of his shirt drawing it off his broad shoulders and began to lavish little licks and kisses on his well formed torso.
' Beautiful' She crooned softly licking at his nipples sucking gently as he'd done with hers til he was gasping.

Now her attention went nervously to his trousers. Hands shaking as she undid the line of buttons her hand brushing accidentally against the prominent bulge in the crotch.
The result made her knees tremble. John's eyes closed and his head went back just a little hissing through his teeth.

She knelt to remove his boots and then reached up to pull down his trousers. Letting him step out of them before removing the final barrier his one garment of underwear.
And there she was faced with her husband's impressive and fully erect pr**k.
' Let's get comfortable on the bed'. That husky seductive growl really was turning her on now and she whimpered as he lifted her again and laid her gently against the bedclothes.

His manhood was close to her hand and she reached out in a dream to stroke it and he groaned deeply. 'You don't know how much he's been longing for you to say hello like this'. It was a deeply heartfelt moan as her hand moved up and down the velvet soft skin of the iron hard shaft.
' No more Angel'. He said softly. ' Or it will be over far too soon and I'd like to play with you for much longer yet'.

He laid down and slid his arms around her kissing her and letting a hand trail down between her breasts and over her soft belly stopping at the soft thatch of pubic hair.
Looking into her desire blown hazel eyes he slid his fingers between her labia into the hot softness beyond.
' Wet already darling'. He murmured still looking deep into her eyes as his fingers fondled her most intimate place making her moan and pant with increasing pleasure. Then his thumb moved to the hyper sensitive nub that could produce such mind blowing results and inwardly thanked Mattie for showing him how.
' Oh JOHN !' Margaret gasped and began to give excited little mewls. ' Ooh......That feels ......so.......wonderful !' And he watched in euphoria as he brought his darling girl through her first ever orgasm.
She lay there smiling up and him glowing and with her chest heaving.
' That was beautiful My Love'. He smiled running a hand over her heaving breasts. ' Are you ready for me now? Or else I'm afraid I might burst with needing you'.

Margaret's happy giggle turned into a soft gasp as John slid slowly into her stopping as he reached the expected barrier.
' Is this where it hurts ?' She asked nervously. ' Just a little Angel'. He told her gently.
Then he drew back and thrust forward drawing a shocked gasp from Margaret.
' I'm sorry'. John kissed her gently. ' But it will get better now.' He lay still inside her for a few moments then commenced a gentle slow thrusting.
Pain began to dissolve away and Margaret's expression changed as pleasure began to take over.
Tentatively she tried lifting her hips on John's forward thrust and found him sliding even deeper into her which felt amazing. She found a rhythm that matched to his and began to pule melodiously at this delectable harmony with the man she loved.
John was moaning softly now too. ' Oh Yes Margaret..........My sweet little rose. This feels so very, very good'.

He was feeling the lovely caressing ripples all along his length as another orgasm built up inside Margaret and her cries increased. Loud unrestrained and heartfelt........
' Oh John....John.....Yes..Yes...Yes.....Aaaaaaah!'
Listening to his name being cried out with such joy was all that John needed to complete his own ecstasy.
He poured Margaret's name into her ears as his p***k poured it's seed into her womb.
They lay still conjoined until John's spent member slipped out and then they moved so that Margaret could rest her head on John's shoulder.
They kissed. Softly and sweetly now and talked about their love for each other and in this way were lulled into heavenly slumber.

TBC