Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 124: Taking A Bathe.

Chapter 124: Taking A Bathe.

Midnight.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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The couple had been kissing and fondling with each other since they got in bed. The feel of the other they both felt had already started to vanish from their minds and they needed all the time in the world to reconnect, to retouch all their emotions.

Now, they lay facing the ceiling with smiles on their faces, Lydia felt lighter and grateful, while Theodore felt full and fulfilled.

"So the reason for your increased sex drive was pregnancy" Theodore said in a light tone before he chuckled darkly.

"You are a genius, I have been trying to figure that out myself" Lydia confessed as she shifted to face him, this made her body move inches away from him.

Theodore cocked a brow. "So you do not feel like spreading yourself for me anymore?" he taunted.

She slapped his arm playfully. "Theodore" she scolded, her cheeks, despite being under the candle light were visible to Theodore as they tinged with red.

"I cannot believe this," he said with a laugh that made Lydia’s abdomen tighten.

She missed him. And he missed her twice as much.

And they had decades of experience ahead of them together.

"I shall always feel like opening for you, Theodore" she whispered, her fingers making invisible lines on his chest. "I just might be taking my time"

"Lovely, because for you, I have all the time in the world" he replied smoothly.

They smiled, snuggled closer and slept.

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Morning.

Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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They were spooning when Theodore woke up the next morning. Lydia was still comfortably asleep and safe in her husband’s arms.

"Gooseberry" his hoarse voice met Lydia as the feel of his fingers trailing her thigh humbled her.

"Mmm," she moaned. Her chest pushing as she arched her back.

"Good morning" he said his breath on her neck before he sliced a tongue through it.

"Good..mmm" her reply transcended into a moan as he flicked her nipples suddenly.

He nibbled her ear and her eyes snapped open.

"Let us take a bath" he offered.

"Now?" She asked as she pushed her backside into him. He chuckled before lifting off the bed.

She turned, her back on the bed as she stared at the ceiling. Theodore glanced at her and then at her peaking buds, he could get back in bed and take them into his

"Join me"

He stared at her in surprise, yes, he had mostly helped her bathe, which was mostly, helping her in, washing her hair, massaging her neck, helping her out of the pool, and drying her before helping her select a dress for the day, he rarely joined her inside.

He attempted to enter when she raised a brow "Wait!"

"Yes, Gooseberry"

She made a face, apologetic yet cute. "I’m thirsty" she mumbled.

He nodded after shaking his head at home smitten he was by her, he then moved away and started for the door, she smiled before sliding into the pool.

He came back handed her the water and sat in the bathing pool behind her.

She leaned back against him.

They didn’t talk much, instead, they took turns sipping from the cup like it was something different. Lydia had been very wary of water since the last incident, which was ironic because she needed it more than the rum she trusted now and Theodore had been afraid of water because of the incident with the pool the other day.

"I never said it but this bathing pool is one of the most splendour I enjoy in this mansion," she murmured, looking towards the window. It is nonexistent.

"If there was a window, we could see the lake from here, and in the bedroom, we’d see the vegetable garden" she pointed out as she twisted around to look at Theodore. "We should put more windows in this mansion, my lord husband"

"I shall think about it, love" he whispered into her hair.

Lydia entwined her fingers with his. "I appreciate that," she says dryly. "This is nice," she added as she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.

"It is indeed" Theodore agreed.

The warm water was soothing, and a rare sense of contentment settled over them. Theodore felt the stresses of daily life drift away like dust on the wind, and all that was left behind was Lydia. Here in his arms.

Here as his. Alive and well.

His to hold, protect, cherish, and his tongue love.

He kissed her neck and extended his arm to stroke her nipples with his fingers, they couldn’t resist. He can’t stop touching her after days of sadness and rum.

"All those years away," he murmured as he massaged her shoulders. "I always wondered where you would come from" he trailed off at the end of his sentence.

Her face scrunched. "I do not understand?"

He shook his head. "I love you, Lydia" he confessed.

"I try sometimes to drown my mind and bring it back into a world where you don’t exist and I only become breathless seeing how unliveable that world is, how I shall become a shadow of my dark self without you" he declared.

"You are my light, Theodore, hope in its most beautiful form" she clarified as she traced a circle over his arm.

He turned her to him, his eyes held hers and the lust in hers rivaled his.

He pulled her to his and kissed her deeply, longingly, their emotions no longer communicated virtually, through words but their liquid merging, their tongues dancing and their feeling.

Theodore’s hands roamed over her body. She moaned into my mouth at every sensitive part he groped. She was sensitive everywhere for him.

He broke the kiss for air.

He lifted her off the water and settled her on the marble, their eyes never leaving each other, hazy with desire and hope.

Theodore felt so turned on that his vision blurred but he wanted to pleasure her first, she had gone through what he didn’t and shall never go through directly whilst he hoped for her to heal, now he could rejoice with her.

Lydia ran her hands over his chest.

He leaned down to kiss her again and then he started to move down her body.

He kissed her neck, and nibbled her ear, whilst she pulled him closer, her mouth falling open.

He went down and kissed her breasts, it had water trickling down from the pool, then impatiently he suckes one of her nipples into his mouth, alternating from one side to the other.

She arched her back and moaned in pleasure, unashamedly and lovely to Theodore.

He moved lower, his action sure and comfortable.

He kissed her stomach slowly and then her hips, without too much fondling he slid his fingers between her legs.

She was already wet. Soaking wet, he mused. Pleased.

"You want my mouth on you, Gooseberry?" he teased as he circled her clit with his fingertips. She shivered.

"Yes, Theo..." she trailed off into a moan when he sank a finger in instead. She shuddered before clenching his fingers tight.

"I would love to do that here, but then you could catch a cold" As he said this, his fingers were still working on her.

She was a writhing mess, he held her thighs and with his fingers pumping in and out of her at his command, he brought her to ecstasy with his name on her tongue, his shoulders under her tight grasp and her eyes heavier.

He kissed her smoothly before dropping her back into the water and without a word they did the bathing routine, without bothering with towels or dresses he picked her up and both stark naked into the bedroom.

He dropped her on the bed and immediately he followed suit, she giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, she pulled him down and they started to kiss passionately. Lydia broke off the kiss and she was a panting mess.

"What are you...ahh" her whispered question turned into a screech when Theodore through methods she could never comprehend turned them upside down and now she was straddling him from the waist.

His large warm palm grabbed her hips and he didn’t try to ignore how wet and warm her pussy was on his abdomen.

"Come here" he growled.

"Where...what?" She stuttered confused, she looked behind at where his shaft was.

But why then did he say come here? She thought.

He chuckled lowly, and the vibration of his laughter travelled from his stomach up to her abdomen through her throbbing pussy.

"Come up here, Gooseberry. Ride my face, you shall love it."

She appeared appalled but there was mischief in her eyes so she nodded. She laughed breathlessly as she shimmied up his body.

"On my face, Lydia quick" he ordered urgently, he was salivating for a taste of her.

Grabbing the headboard, she straddled him, her pussy over his face. His sky-blue eyes met the view.

"Fuck" Theodore rumbled, his chest rising.

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