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A Wedding Night To Remember - Cressworth

At long last, here it it… CRESSWORTH WEDDING NIGHT SMUT!! FINALLY!! And on Thomas’ birthday too (happy birthday my main man ily)!! Link to my Cressworth masterlist here.

Enjoy my lovelies!! xx

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Their wedding was a bustle of activity, from gown fittings, to deciding what music, what flowers, seating plans, and everything; truly it was a miracle she and Thomas hadn’t already eloped. All the hassle, however, had been worth it to see the look on Thomas’ face as she walked down the aisle.

With her dress of white trimmed with gold lace, he thought - and he’d told her - she looked like an angel. He looked stunning, so handsome she thought she could die. When tears fell from his eyes, and he smiled at her, so wide, so radiant that she thought the sun truly was shining down on her, in the form of her beloved; she knew their love was worthy of the stars. The world narrowed down until it was nothing but her and Thomas, and the love they held between them; a rope, a lifeline between the two of them.

Their wedding was spectacular, but their wedding night… their wedding night was magnificent. As soon as they shut the door to his - no, their - bedroom Audrey turned to her husband and let out a smile.

He loved all her smiles, but this was his favourite; wild and unrestrained. He grinned back, taking her in his arms, pushing her hair back from her face, kissing her ever so softly, a prelude to the beautiful dance that was yet to come.

“I adore you, Wadsworth.” He whispered against the soft skin of her neck, and she laughed, a strong, wonderful thing that lit up his insides like oil to flame.

“Not Wadsworth,” She corrected, lifting his chin to gaze into his eyes, “Cresswell.”

His own eyes widened, and he let out an unrestrained laugh of his own.

“Indeed, my love.”

His words sparked a hunger in her, a gnawing fire beginning in her abdomen and spreading outwards; she wanted him to touch her everywhere, anything to relieve the fire that grew within her. She slid her hands over his chest, up to his broad shoulders and underneath his jacket, throwing the luxurious item to floor.

“Eager, are we, Mrs Cresswell? Future Lady Cresswell?”

That wild smile resurfaced, and a similar burn rose within him, and he kissed her languidly, stringing a soft moan from her lips.

He wanted nothing more than to wheedle those sounds from her until they were both nothing but sweating bodies heaped upon a bed.

She made short work of his tie, throwing it to the floor. Next to go was his shirt.

Her hands trembled, ever so slightly, but enough for Thomas to notice.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want, my love.”

At that, she smiled, “I want all of you.”

It was his turn to grin, and his hands turned to her clothing.

His lips were incredible, that she knew; but dear god, his hands. They trailed over her skin, each place they touched starting an uncontrollable fire.

Audrey really didn’t know how she’d managed to keep herself together in the months they’d been unofficially, and then officially, courting. She remembered how they’d kissed on her bed on the Etruria, their passion restrained by the rules of their society.

But now, they were free.

Freedom was a word she’d never known. A word denied to her simply for her gender, her status in life. Once, she’d thought freedom lay in a land far away, on a boat where magic and illusions reigned over logic and truth. Perhaps that was freedom for some, but not her.

This was freedom. Her own personal freedom. Thomas would never chain her, never hold her down. If she wanted, he would let her go, but that wasn’t what she wanted; not now, not ever.

Each touch; kiss; caress unbound her. As her clothing dropped to the floor, so did the chains of society.

His hands snaked down her bodice, and he spun her around, hands resting at her waist. Torturously slowly, Thomas untied her skirts, the silk rustling as it dropped to the ground in a heap, and she stepped out of its large bulk. Her bustle was next, until she stood there in her chemise, drawers and corset. She waited for him to unlace her corset, when a confused “hm” issued from her husband.

“Surprising, I know, but I cannot seem to work out how to… remove you.” His voice was tinged with rare embarrassment, and she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips.

“The great Thomas Cresswell, defeated by a corset.” She laughed at the idea; together they’d defeated impossible odds, and she’d watched him deduce impossible facts, but it was a corset that stumped him.

“Defeated by you, Audrey Rose. Only ever you.” He whispered against her neck, and she shuddered, “Well, and by spiders, but I’ve got you to save me from those.”

“Your saviour” she smiled, sliding her hands down his chest, down and down and down.

“Always, my darling starlit flower.”

“You’re a sap, Cresswell.”

“I’ve been told it’s one of my many charms. That and my rather large-”

She silenced his mouth with a kiss, her hands drifting down to his trousers, as she unbuckled then, watching with an unrivalled hunger as he stood before her in nothing but his underwear.

Oh, she was going to devour him.

“I think I’ll be the judge of that.”

She pushed him into the bed, marvelling at the grin that lit up his face. God, he was so beautiful. So magnificent, and hers. He had given her his heart long ago, and she had gladly handed him the keys to hers. He was hers, and she was his.

“Impatient,” he purred, his eyes full of promise.

But as she slid her hand down his chest to rest on the bulge of his pants, she thought it was he who was the impatient one.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Audrey Rose.” He groaned as she removed her hand, ghosting her lips down his neck and chest. She wanted to touch everywhere, with her lips, her fingers.

Unlacing her own corset, she pulled it away, and marvelled at how Thomas fumbled with her drawers and chemise. He was so sure of himself when in public, but when it was just the two of them… she rejoiced in the vulnerability she and only she saw in his dark eyes.

She straddled him, bare as the day she was born. She should have felt embarrassed, but she did not. The way he stared at her - she was proud. He looked at her like she was a star come to earth, like she was so incredibly beautiful.

His eyes explored every part of her, from the gentle slope of her breasts to the scar on her thigh from the Etruria; he saw everything, and when he had, he smiled.

“You…” Thomas breathed, for once lost for words, “You are heavenly.”

His hand drifted out to cup her cheek, and she kissed his palm. She saw the hesitancy in his eyes as his hand drifted down, tracing her collarbone, stopping just above the curve of her breasts.

“May I?” He bit his lip, giving her every chance to say no, to stop it, not to do anything she didn’t want to do.

He would never force her, never. And she knew it.

So she smiled a devil’s smile, and whispered, “Touch me, Thomas.”

Their mouths collided in a fury of passion, and Audrey delighted in the moan she pulled from him.

With steady hands, she removed his pants, unable to stop her eyes widening at the sight of him, her mouth drying as she stared.

His hands roamed everywhere, each place they touched burning, his lips leaving a trail of fire down her jaw and neck, heading down to her breasts.

He gently pushed her down to the bed, laying her out before him, his own personal feast.

Her hands ached to touch him; to feel, taste, all of him, but he was taking his sweet time exploring her.

“Thomas,” she breathed, as he sucked on her nipple, his name a prayer on her lips – a prayer that he wouldn’t stop his mouth’s wondrous path down her body.

She felt him tense above her, the tell-tale sign of his attraction brushing against her thigh. His mouth switched to her other nipple, and she was unable to restrain the moan that fell from her lips, loud against the otherwise quiet of the room.

A blush coloured her cheeks at the sound - she’d never imagined such a sound could come from her lips.

But Thomas didn’t seem to mind, indeed, he lifted his head to meet her eyes, with a wild grin and eyes full of lustful promise.

“That, my love, was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.” His smile told her he wanted - that he was going to - hear it again and again and again, especially with what he had planned for her. His kisses resumed, his teeth grazing the skin of her stomach as they travelled their heavenly path down her skin.

Her breathing grew heavier, and she nearly combusted at the sight of his head at her thighs. Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he shot her a grin she could only describe as ‘sinful’ before all conscious thought left her mind.

The first stroke of his tongue inside her set her body on fire.

There was no feeling that could compare. Of course, she’d heard about how it felt, from married friends and things Liza had managed to wheedle out of the ‘post-spirits’ Aunt Amelia, so she’d known what to expect - had dreamed about it, multiple times. But nothing could’ve truly prepared her.

“I have wanted to do this for months,” He lifted his face to say for a single moment to speak, before resuming the careful strokes of his tongue, the pleasure building steadily.

All she could think was thank god Thomas had sent most of the servants away. Otherwise, she was sure they would’ve heard the gasps she made, the moans and hisses at each moment of contact with Thomas’ mouth. His tongue swirled around her knot, her back arching on instinct, one hand fisted in his hair, the other holding hand.

“Thomas,” She breathed, her thoughts now containing his name and his name only, “Please.”

A shudder wracked through her body as his fingers replaced where his tongue had previously been, retracing those careful licks with steady pumps, trying to desperately alleviate the pleasurable ache that pooled in her abdomen.

“Since you asked nicely, my love.” Desire thick in his voice, and the pace increased, until she was near sobbing as her climax ripped through her, coming with his name on her lips and fingers inside her.

“That’s my wife,” Thomas whispered as he kissed up her stomach, tongue flicking her nipple, moving so he was cradling her as the pleasure wave in which she rode died down, and she fell back down to earth.

“Your wife,” She murmured, turning her head to face him, eyes heavy-lidded. Her hand reached out to stroke his face, tracing the sharp lines of his cheekbones and jaws, and the softness of his lips.

Swinging her leg over so she was straddling him, she kissed him deeply, their tongues engaging in a dance; both yielding and defying, fast and slow, hard and soft.

She kissed down his stomach, sucking and nipping at his skin. She remembered in Romania, how she’d dreamed of what it would be like to share a bed with him, feeling his body on and in hers, to run her hands over his bare skin. Even her dreams could not compare to this.

His hands ghosted over her shoulders, fingertips trailing over the marks left by his lips.

“You don’t have t-” She cut him off by running her hand down the length of his cock, relishing in the hiss that escaped from his lips at the contact. His hands went straight to her hair, ebony strands wrapping around his fingers as he fought not to shout.

“I have wanted to do this for months,” She said, echoing his earlier words, and took his cock in her mouth.

He swore, and a laugh bubbled from her lips at the sound. It was nice to know that while he had the ability to tear her apart with a single stroke of his tongue, or pump of his fingers, she too could unravel him with a single lick.

“Audrey,” Never before had her name sounded so much like a plea. She found she rather enjoyed it.

Looking up at him, as his hands were fisted in her hair, eyes glazed with desire, she decided he’d never been more beautiful than when he moaned her name.

“Audrey,” He whispered again, her name sounding like a sin and a curse and a prayer all at once.

“I’m going to-”

“Not yet,” She gave his length one final lick before taking his hand and pulling herself up until they were sat facing each other, his cock hovering at his entrance, waiting for her to me.

She pulled him closer, and he slipped inside her, eyes focused on her face for any sign of pain. Throwing her head back, a moan erupted from her lips as he filled her, marvelling at how well his body fit with hers. He was so beautiful, so hers, even the mere feeling of him inside her was enough to set her skin on fire. Gazing down at their union, she wondered if two people had ever been so well-matched as they.

“I love you,” He whispered, as he thrusted once, pausing for a second to allow her to adjust to the size of him.

“More,” She practically begged, her nails raking down his back as she wrapped her legs around her, pulling him closer to her, if possible. She wanted to feel all of him; every single inch.

He buried his head in her shoulder, kissing the sensitive skin there, murmuring sweet nothings.

Picking up the pace, she cried out as he thrusted again and again and again, their moans mingling in the air, until release swept through her and she came with her lips pressed to the skin of his chest.

Her shout of pleasure pushed him over, and he cried her name as he climaxed, his seed spilling into her.

They stayed like that, chests heaving from effort, Thomas still inside her, holding onto each other like a lifeline.

“I love you.” She said, kissing his jaw.

“I love you, too.” He slipped out of her, tugging them both down to the bed, stroking her hair as she laid her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Her mind was swirling with ideas of how she wanted to have him, taste him. And, oh, there were so many ways.

He kissed her head, and she looked up at him, once again flashing him that wild smile.

“My beautiful wife,” he said, hands running gentle circles across her bare skin.

“My darling husband.”

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The next morning Audrey awoke curled in her husband’s arms, his breath slowly stirring her hair, her head tucked next to his chest. Her body ached pleasantly from last night, her cheeks blushing as she remembered what they’d done – and how many times they’d done it.

Gazing up at him, her heart felt close to burst. This would be her morning every day for the rest of her life.

Quite frankly, she couldn’t wait.

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