Victoria felt her vision darken when Andrew placed the silk cloth over her eyes. He then lifted her off the seat by the window – the seat she never left since the accident which left her paralysed from the waist down.
“Where are you taking me at this time of night?” she giggled as she felt the rush of air beneath her shift.
“It’s a surprise.”
She felt him descend the front steps of their Georgian home and as he lifted her into the carriage another set of hands helped her into her seat. Andrew sat beside her and she rested her cheek on his soft velvet cutaway coat. His scent reached her nostrils and her heart filled with love for him.
The carriage moved forward with a start and Victoria felt a sense of hesitation and excitement rise within her. Bath was a bubbling city, but they had left the house a little too late for him to be taking her to the Theatre Royal. She could think of a few parties being held by friends, but not in the middle of the week. The longer she thought, the more distracted she became. When the carriage came to a halt, she sat up in her seat.
“Are we there?”
“Yes.”
Andrew stepped out of the carriage and exchanged a few quick words with the driver. They got Victoria out of the carriage and she was once again being carried by Andrew. She sensed as they stepped indoors and the twists and turns of a hallway. After walking for a few minutes and descending some stairs, the air became damp and warm.
“Where are we?” she inhaled the damp air and twisted her nose as the scent of sulphur reached her. “We are in the Baths.”
“Yes, but not anywhere in the Baths, we are in the home of Sulis Minerva.” He said these last few words in a barely audible tone.
“We are not allowed here.”
“It is alright my dear, I have spoken to a few people. Nobody will disturb us.”
“Honey. This will not work. I’ve been here a few times and many doctors have told me my paralysis is irreversible.”
“Here, let me help you out of those clothes.”
Victoria gave in. She did not want to shatter his hopes. When she was out of her shift, Andrew helped her into the natural hot spring. The water felt warm and good against her body.
She held onto the ledge and rested her head on her arms. Ripples of water reached her when Andrew joined her in the warmth of the bath. He massaged her shoulders and worked his way down her back. She drank in the surroundings of the sacred bath. Candles had been arranged around the pool casting eerie shadows over the light coloured stones. The statue of Prince Bladud, founder of the city, stood on one wall and his face looked catlike as the flames danced in the open chamber.
Andrew cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples causing her to jump and push her bottom against his erect penis. Although she did not notice, the waters were having the desired effect on her. Andrew continued to fondle her and turned her around to face him. As they kissed, Victoria stroked his hard erection and was surprised by her own arousal. Andrew felt her legs wrap around him and he guided his cock inside her.
“Ah, thank you Sulis Minerva.” He thrust his cock inside Victoria in one long stroke eliciting gasps of pleasure from his wife.
“Oh my, I can feel that. I can feel your entire hard length.”
She threw her head back and enjoyed the sensation. She rubbed the tips of her feet against his back not believing the sensation.
Andrew held firmly onto her bottom as his strokes became shorter and faster. Victoria’s cries of pleasure became louder and she moved her hips in unison with the thrusts. Andrew then slowed down letting her catch her breath before he carried on pleasuring her with his long shaft. He once again increased the speed of his thrusting until Victoria was crying out loud, but this time he did not stop. With every thrust, she felt her core wanting to explode. She remembered the number of times he had tried to fuck her and make her come in ecstasy. All the failures.
She came in one powerful orgasm and draped her arms around him. “Oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you! How did you know this would work?”
“Sulis Minerva never fails.” He kissed her and they stepped out of the pool. He held out his hand to Victoria and marvelled the goddess as she stepped out of the sacred waters; her pale skin glowing in the candle light.
by Louisa Chérie Mayfair
