Chapter Thirty Five: A Scandalous Wedding Night

The grand ballroom of the Islington estate was adorned with elegant flowers and shimmering candles, a fitting setting for the union of two prestigious families. Theodore Blackwood and Eleanor Claire Kensington had just exchanged their vows, sealing their fate as husband and wife. The guests cheered as the newlyweds shared a passionate kiss, their love burning brightly in the midst of the celebration.

As the festivities continued, Theodore and Eleanor stole away from the crowd, eager to begin their married life. They ascended the grand staircase, their hands intertwined, excitement and anticipation building with every step. The night was theirs, and they intended to make the most of it.

Eleanor's heart raced as she led Theodore to his chambers. The soft glow of moonlight illuminated the hallway, casting a romantic ambiance. She giggled nervously, feeling a mix of joy and apprehension. Theodore's presence filled her with a desire she had never known before.

Upon reaching his room, Eleanor turned to face her husband, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "My dear Theodore, our wedding night awaits. Are you ready to uncover the secrets I've been hiding?" She teased, her voice laced with seduction.

Theodore's breath quickened as he gazed at his beautiful bride. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her flawless face. Her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, held a playful glint that sent a shiver down his spine. He took a step forward, his hands reaching for the delicate lace of her wedding gown. "I can't wait to discover all your hidden treasures, my love."

With gentle fingers, Theodore untied the intricate lace of Eleanor's dress, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. The gown slipped from her shoulders, revealing a glimpse of her creamy skin. She wore a corset, its intricate design hugging her curves perfectly. The delicate fabric accentuated her slender waist and full breasts, leaving little to the imagination.

"My, my, Eleanor. You certainly know how to surprise a man," Theodore whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. The corset was a work of art, crafted from the finest silk and adorned with intricate embroidery. But it was the color that caught his attention—a bold shade of scarlet, a daring choice for a lady of her stature.

Eleanor's cheeks flushed with pleasure at the look of admiration in Theodore's eyes. "I wanted to make our wedding night memorable, my love. And I thought, what better way than to wear something a little... scandalous?" She reached behind her back, unlacing the corset with practiced ease.

As the corset loosened, Theodore's eyes widened. Eleanor's breasts were full and plump, her nipples straining against the sheer fabric of her lingerie. The lingerie was a daring creation, a sheer chemise that barely covered her intimate regions. It left little to the imagination, showcasing her voluptuous curves and pale, flawless skin.

"You are a vision, my dear wife," Theodore murmured, his hands caressing her bare shoulders. "This lingerie... it's a scandal waiting to happen."

Eleanor giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And who better to share this scandal with than my husband? I want our wedding night to be unforgettable, Theodore."

Theodore's desire burned like a wildfire as he pulled Eleanor close, his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, exploring each other with an urgency born of their pent-up longing. Eleanor's hands roamed over Theodore's broad chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his fine silk shirt.

Breaking the kiss, Theodore trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, his hands sliding down to cup her breasts. He teased her nipples through the sheer fabric, his thumbs rubbing the sensitive peaks until they hardened further. Eleanor arched into his touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Oh, Theodore... your touch is like fire," she moaned, her head falling back as he continued to pleasure her.

Theodore's fingers deftly unfastened the chemise, baring Eleanor's breasts. He feasted his eyes on the sight before him—her full, rosy nipples begging for attention. He lowered his head, taking one taut peak into his mouth, suckling gently. Eleanor's hands tangled in his hair, guiding him as he lavished attention on her sensitive flesh.

"Yes, my love... suck them... make me yours," she panted, her hips swaying in a sensuous rhythm.

Theodore switched his attention to her other breast, his tongue flicking and teasing, while his hands traveled down her body, exploring the curves of her hips and the soft skin of her thighs. He slid his fingers beneath the sheer fabric, finding the damp heat between her legs.

Eleanor's breath caught as Theodore's fingers delved into her wetness, stroking her intimately. "Oh, please... more..." she begged, her body trembling with need.

Theodore's own desire was reaching a fever pitch. He wanted to taste her, to feel her climax beneath his touch. With a growl, he tore the chemise from her body, baring her completely. Eleanor's skin glowed in the soft light, her breasts heaving with each rapid breath.

He went to his knees before her, his hands spreading her thighs wide. Eleanor's pussy was a glistening paradise, her lips swollen and parted, revealing the pink flesh within. Theodore leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her essence.

Eleanor cried out as his tongue swirled around her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Theodore licked and sucked, his fingers plunging deep within her, seeking every source of pleasure. Her hips bucked against his mouth, her hands gripping the sheets as she surrendered to the sensations.

"Oh, God... I'm going to... Theodore, I'm coming!" Eleanor's voice was hoarse as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body shook, her juices flowing freely as Theodore continued to lap at her, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure.

As Eleanor's climax subsided, Theodore stood, his eyes dark with desire. His own need was palpable, his erection straining against his trousers. Eleanor reached for him, her hands gliding over the hard length of his cock through the fabric.

"I want you, Theodore... now," she whispered, her voice thick with lust.

Theodore wasted no time, shedding his clothes with urgency. His cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum. Eleanor's eyes widened at the sight, her mouth watering with desire. She wanted to taste him, to feel him deep within her.

She knelt before him, her hands gently guiding his cock to her lips. Theodore groaned as she took him into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. She sucked him deeply, her fingers stroking the sensitive underside of his shaft.

"Eleanor... you're incredible," he gasped, his hands tangling in her hair as she pleasured him.

Pulling away, Eleanor rose to her feet, her eyes locking with his. "I want you inside me, Theodore. Now."

Theodore swept her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers. Eleanor's heart pounded as she watched him, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Theodore positioned himself between her thighs, his cock poised at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, he filled her, their bodies becoming one. Eleanor gasped at the sensation, her eyes widening as she adjusted to his size.

"You feel so good, Eleanor... so tight," Theodore groaned, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Eleanor wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Yes, Theodore... harder... please..."

Theodore obliged, his thrusts becoming more powerful, driving into her with abandon. The bed creaked beneath them as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. Eleanor's hands roamed over his back, her nails digging into his flesh as pleasure spiked through her.

"I'm close... so close," she panted, her eyes rolling back as Theodore hit a sweet spot deep within her.

Theodore's own climax was building, his breath coming in short gasps. He wanted to make this moment last, but the pleasure was too intense. With one final, powerful thrust, he surrendered to his orgasm, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his release.

Eleanor cried out, her body convulsing around him as her own orgasm crashed over her. They clung to each other, their hearts pounding in unison, as the waves of pleasure washed over them.

As their breathing slowed, Theodore rolled onto his side, pulling Eleanor close. He kissed her temple, his hand stroking her hair. "Our wedding night has been truly unforgettable, my love. And it's only the beginning."

Eleanor smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I can't wait to see what the future holds for us, Theodore. Our love will surely conquer all."

Little did they know, their scandalous wedding night was just the start of a passionate journey filled with love, lust, and secrets yet to be uncovered.