Arabella wrapped her arms tight around her husband as they took a breather.
This was her first ti to take him in, and yet, she had this nostalgic feeling. She missed embracing him like this while he was on top of her with his length inside her.
It felt nostalgic having his lively thing inside. If she counted her past life, it had been so long since the last ti she had sex with him.
And despite the discomfort, it felt so nice to finally have him inside her ’again.’
Her beloved husband.
Being connected like this, so intimately as they gazed into each other’s eyes, made it feel like they were indeed ant to be.
What were they both doing in their past life to have both wasted all those years?
For her, it had been so long since they had this kind of sex. Twenty-two years, was it?
Other people would not believe it was possible for a married couple to not have sex for that long. But it was true for them and a lot of nobles.
Once the wife gets pregnant, it usually ends there. Especially if it was a boy. If they were not bound by responsibilities and social events to appear together, they may not even see each other for a long while.
Royal and noble residences for the most prestigious families were usually too wide that they could avoid each other and not even encounter each other for years. That was how severe things could get.
After all, sothing she got to witness from growing old to her forties in her past life was that royals and nobles usually had arranged marriages, so their spouses were not necessarily their type or soone they were willing to sleep with or even live within the sa building.
A lot of nobles live in separate buildings from their legal spouses, but they were in the sa estate. The others live in another estate completely to have so semblance of freedom to do as they please.
After all, married nobles usually only slept together with their spouse/s to have children. Once there was an heir, sex was no longer necessary and thus, they just stop doing it with each other, unless they were able to build a good relationship through ti and decided to continue it.
What about the fun and joy of sex? They simply get it from other partners. They get second wives or mistresses. The sa was true for the ladies. But for the ladies, they must hide it and never admit it openly, or they would be ridiculed. It was such a great bias.
Not that she was thinking of getting another man.
Her Ferdinand was more than enough. She was already rather wondering how she would satisfy him in the days to co.
Could she even satisfy him in the first place?
Ferdinand had an appetite for this kind of thing, and she wanted to satisfy him. She didn’t want to stop doing this with him either once they had children.
Now that they were a couple in love, she wanted this to be different from her past life.
"Arabella," Ferdinand called out and she was wide-eyed.
Her husband frowned.
"You managed to get distracted at a ti like this?"
"Eh?"
"This was the third ti I called you," her husband pouted.
"Oh, I’m so sorry."
"Did it hurt too much that you needed to think of sothing else to ease the pain? I can pull out if it’s too much," Ferdinand was horrified at the thought that she may have been trying to brave the pain even if it was too much for her.
"No, don’t. I’m fine," Arabella wrapped her legs and arms around him. More of his length got buried inside her.
They both moaned.
She didn’t an to pull him deeper, but she ended up doing so by wrapping her legs around him. And her husband was elated by it.
She rely did not want him to pull out since it will hurt even more if they start from the beginning again. Now that he was already deep inside her, it was better to continue than to pull out. She was already beginning to get used to his size so there was no need to stop.
And her husband was loving the sensation too.
Ferdinand groaned in pleasure and bit his lip. His length got harder inside her.
[She didn’t want to pull out that much?] He was very much delighted about her response that he forgot she got distracted earlier.
’Geez. Why am I feeling nostalgic about the past when the real Ferdinand of the present is right here on top of , and he is burning hot and hard inside ?’
Did she unknowingly yearn to be with him like this in her past life even when she thought she no longer loved him? Was that why she still rembers the brief ti they were together despite it being so long ago?
’Whatever. I will just focus on him, right now. We have finally reached this point. I have been waiting for this too.’
Arabella gave her husband a loving kiss. And she simply loved the sound he made in his throat both in complaint and praise.
He loved what she was doing but it was making his self-control go away so he was in an inner battle about what to do.
"Does it still hurt that bad?" Ferdinand asked her after lots of kissing.
"No, I feel so much better now," she gave him a peck since he looked worried.
"Are you sure? I can heal you," he suggested.
"Eh? There’s no need. I truly feel much better now."
She did not feel herself get torn. She was sure there was no bleeding either since if there was, Ferdinand would have picked up the scent of her blood and panicked.
Their month-long daily preparation had worked so her insides were not that new to penetration. Thus, it didn’t hurt too much nor bleed.
Three fingers playing with her quite a lot had stretched her enough. Thus, her body was able to stretch further to accommodate Ferdinand without getting a tear.
Preparation does matter. She did not know this in her past life which was why she suffered in pain the first few nights.
This ti, it felt so much better. The pain was already gone. It was still uncomfortable to have sothing so huge inside her, yet the pleasure was already there. She could feel herself getting wetter and hotter around his length.
[She tightened around again.] Ferdinand groaned.
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