Rick

I had waited for what seemed like forever for Claire. The wedding was there and gone before I knew it, but the reception was taking forever. I wanted to end it, but there were still so many people there that I didn’t want to seem rude. I wanted to leave it all to the rest of them, but that didn’t seem to be an option. My only option was to grin and bear it as long as I could. There was a real fear that I was going to drag her over my shoulder and go cave man to get her out of here.

“You look so serious.”

“I want us to be together.’

“We are together Rick.”

My eyes darkened and she looked away. I could see the soft blush going over her cheeks and I loved the way it looked. She was so innocent and it drove me absolutely mad to see her this way. The knowledge that I was going to be her first was almost more than I could take. It just made me want her more. More than I had ever wanted anyone in my life and if she kept looking at me like that, I sincerely didn’t know what it was that I was going to do.

“I want to be together in all ways Claire. I have wanted you underneath me in bed for a longtime.”

She shivered and I pulled her closer. They were about to play our song for the first dance and I had a feeling that I was going to have to hold her up. Her legs were turning to jelly in front of me and it was everything that I could do to help her.

“Are you ready for this dance?”

Claire just kind of smiled up at me and shook her head that she wasn’t. It was clear to everyone watching that Claire was having a moment and I almost felt compelled to lift her up into my arms. I wanted to protect her, even from myself and the naughty thoughts that went through my mind. Could I even trust myself?

“Yes, I am ready for everything Rick. I just wish this was over and we were away from everyone. It is time for us to be alone.”

I couldn’t have agreed more and the dance took about as long as everything else felt like lately. I knew that I was going to have to speed it along or I was not going to be any good for anyone. When the music stopped and everyone started to join us on the makeshift dance floor, I was ready for us to get away. No longer was I even trying to pretend that I was going to be able to stay any longer. Claire had said herself that she wanted to get out of here. Who was I to change that when I wanted the exact same thing?

Grabbing her hand, I pulled her out of the reception and for right or wrong, I didn’t say a word to anyone else in there. I figured that they would get the hint after they realized that we were gone for a while. That was what I was banking on anyways.

***

The ride to the house was one that dragged on like everything else since I had asked her to marry me and she had said yes. As soon as she had said yes and our lips had met, there was nothing else that I could think about then having her in my bed. I wanted it so badly that when we were talking about a honeymoon and what we were going to do on our first night as husband and wife, I had insisted that we stay in my house. I wanted our first time to be a memory that lingered in that room for the rest of our lives. It seemed cheap in a way to go to some hotel where we would never be again. I wanted it to all be in our new home together where I could think back to the exact moments. I hadn’t really even put my hands on Claire yet and I knew that I was going to want to savor every moment. She was a rare find indeed and I felt lucky to be alive and to be the one able to call her my own.

Claire didn’t say much as we made our way back to my house. She kept glancing over at me from time to time, but she never really said much of anything or looked very long. I would see her out of the corner of my eye for a few minutes and then she would turn away before our eyes met. What was going through her mind, I had to wonder. While I was nervous because I knew what was next and I questioned how I would be able to control my need, she didn’t really have anything to compare it to. Being her first was an honor in all manner of speaking, but it was also a huge responsibility that I never properly respected until this moment. Because now it was time.

The car stopped and I looked over at my new bride. She was everything that I ever wanted, more than I thought I would ever need.

“We are home Claire.”

She smiled over at me finally and the look took my breath away. How trusting she was and I wished then that I was going to be worth it for her. I hoped more than anything that I was worth the wait.

Claire stepped out before I could get around to opening it for her. She wasn’t walking quite straight and I decided that helping her gave me a good excuse to get closer and pull her in towards me. She was trembling against me and I didn’t like the feel. It wasn’t the cool air because her body was emanating heat like a furnace. Was she shaking because of me?

I brought her inside and offered her a drink before we went back into my bedroom. She seemed to need a little liquid courage and I needed something to take the edge off. I wanted her too much and my own hands were shaking for a whole other reason. It wasn’t like me to be this way, but ever since I’d met Claire, everything had changed. I was just going to have to get used to them. There were worse feelings than being this attracted to your wife.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do Claire. I have waited this long and I can wait longer if you aren’t ready yet.” It killed me to say it and I wanted her to tell me that it wasn’t that way, but I didn’t want our first time to be anything but perfect for both of us.

Claire smiled at me and downed the rest of her drink. It was straight whiskey and by the look on her face she wasn’t used to such strong things, but the need for it outweighed the horrible taste. I had felt that way many of times and I didn’t want sex with me to be that sort of occasion. It just wasn’t right.

“I want to be with you.”

That was all I needed to hear and before a but was added to the sentence, I kissed her hard on the mouth. She tasted as good as she looked and the smell of lilacs took over my senses from her perfume. The woman was downright intoxicating and I finally just picked her up into my arms and carried her into the bedroom. There was no turning back for either one of us.

Laying her down on the bed, I covered her body with my own, pleasing her with gentle kisses, getting her ready for what was to come. I wanted to relax her and I knew that making her feel good would get it done.

Rubbing the side of her and then her breasts, her body started to lift up into my hands and I started to cup her. My fingers found the tips of her nipples and I twisted them a little bit until I heard a soft moan in my mouth. I asked her if that felt good and she whimpered that it did as she shook her head up and down. It was like she couldn’t answer such a simple question and finally I knew that she was ready for more.

My mouth went to her neck and shoulders, sucking and nipping as I moved down her. I wanted her more than anything and when I pushed her legs open and wedged myself between them, I knew there was no going back. I was raging hard and dying to bury myself inside of her. I needed this as much as she did, even if she didn’t know it yet.

Moving off of her, I started to pull my pants and shirt off. I wanted to feel my skin against her skin and I didn’t think leaving her naked for too long was going to help. I wasn’t going to want to think of it later, but I would have slowed down if I would have realized how she was going to see me in this state and what that would do to her.

Standing naked in front of her, Claire was sitting on the edge of the bed and she gasped at the size of me. I had never seen it as anything extraordinary, but she was looking at it as if it was the Lochness monster itself. I was afraid her fear of my manhood would push her back, but instead she went to her knees is front of me and moved to stuff it into her mouth.

I pulled back like her mouth was full of glass and she looked up at me confused. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want this?”

“Claire, what are you doing?”

“Something that Amy told me to do. She said it would help you with encouragement.”

“Trust me when I tell you that I don’t need any encouragement Claire. I feel like I am going to explode at any moment and if you do that to me I will.”

She looked at me and then at my cock like it was literally going to explode and she made it up to her feet in record time. I wanted to laugh at the moment, but I knew that it wouldn’t be appreciated, maybe another time when we weren’t in the moment. Instead I started to pull her black, skintight dress over her head to reveal what she had on underneath. There was only a bit of white lace covering the rest of her body and my eyes took in every curve. She was just as beautiful as her sister and I knew then that it was going to be harder than I thought it would be to hold myself together. Control was going to be my biggest problem now.

“God you are beautiful Claire. I knew you were going to be perfect.”

Claire couldn’t even really look at me. Her eyes kept darting around and only when I stopped her head from moving and kissed her to ground her, did she seem to respond. It was like she was realizing that this was about to happen and I can’t say that I liked the way she looked. This was not at all as I had planned it. My heart slammed in my chest and I just wanted everything to be right. She closed her eyes tightly and it looked like she was bracing herself. I didn’t want her to brace herself for me.

“Claire?”

“Huh?”

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting.”

“Open your eyes love. I want to watch your face.”

Her eyes fluttered open and I leaned down to kiss her lips and then move slowly down her body. I was going to have to become the king of distractions.