WEDDING NIGHT
The light in the bedchamber burned low. The fire had all but burned down and the room was filled with a rich golden haze. The air smelled sweetly of lavender and the warm scent of flowers. Rufus, breathing in, felt his heart pounding in his chest with a steady, rising excitement.
He bent down and kissed Amabel again. His tongue probed her lips gently and he felt his whole body throb with rising longing as it pushed between her soft lips, plundering the warm well of her mouth. He held her against his chest and tried to control himself.
He could feel her breasts pressing on his chest and his hands enfolded her soft waist, fitting perfectly in the sweet curve there. He wanted to throw her on the bed and strip her of the fine linen gown, to let his body thrust in her and thrust again, letting her overflow with his need. However, he wouldn't. This was her night as well as his.
He stroked her hair gently and breathed in the sweet, soft scent of it. Her body was curved and sweet, and pressed against him as he kissed her again, this time more slowly and tenderly.
She moaned as his tongue explored her and he tensed, unable to hold back any longer. He wrapped his arms around her and walked back a little, until they stood beside the soft, linen-canopied bed. Then he pushed her back.
She let out a little giggle and fell onto the bed, her sweet curves so perfect on the cream linen of the coverlet. Rufus stood back and looked at her where she lay, her hair a cloud around her, breasts pointing and thrusting out from her sweet form in a way that fired his loins with aching longing.
He stretched the length of his body beside her on the covers and his mouth moved over hers. He held her in his arms, her breasts pressing against his chest and he shivered with the intensity of his longing.
“Amabel,” he whispered.
He ran a hand down her hair and then moved slowly downward, reaching for the buttons of the back of her gown. He wanted to see her naked. He had to kiss each inch of that sweet, curved body.
He undid the topmost button and then moved the neck of the dress down lower. He undid the next one, and then the next. She tensed and then relaxed and he kissed her lips and then moved lower, nuzzling at her neck. Her skin was soft, so soft. He licked at it and felt his loins flood with longing as he reached the softness of her breasts. He drew the gown down and then, gently, unlaced her under-dress. He heard her gasp and slowly kissed her skin.
He pulled the gown down from her breasts and tensed in amazement as he stared down at them. They were full and round, with pink nipples. He took one into his mouth and sucked, feeling it harden under his tongue.
Amabel moaned and he worked at her breasts with his lips, loving the way they felt under his tongue. He moved lower, feeling his need heighten as he worked the dress down her body until it lay in a pile on the floor at the bed's end. The under-dress followed.
He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her. The firelight was soft on her pale skin and it flickered along her curves, highlighting them sweetly in light and shadow. He teased himself by letting his eyes travel from her beautiful oval face and long pale neck, down to her sweet breasts and down the pale belly, ending at the gentle rounding of her thighs.
He reached forward and let his hand stroke the soft skin of her leg and then, very gently, work the two legs apart. She tensed as his hand moved between her thighs and he held his breath as he gently stroked her there.
He moved lower, and he let his tongue work her there, moving over her sweet folds. He heard her cry out, breath sobbing in her throat, and knew that she was ready.
He knelt up and looked down at her face, her eyes open now and watching him with no fear, only a rising longing that matched his own. He felt his loins throb and he undressed fast and came to kneel between her thighs.
“Yes?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she whispered in reply.
***
Amabel looked into Rufus's gentle eyes as she lay underneath him. She felt her whole body shiver as he moved between her thighs. His body was so beautiful, with its broad shoulders, rippling biceps, and that narrow waist. She had known she wished to see more of it, but had never imagined it would be so beautiful.
She could barely keep her eyes off him as he moved and, very carefully, slid himself inside her. Oh!
She tensed, feeling him probe against her. Something hurt and she cried out, knowing it would be painful, but not expecting that brief, intense pain. Then, almost as soon as it stabbed into her, the pain vanished, replaced with a pleasure so intense that she thought she would melt, that she was dying, that she was afloat in a vat of sweetness that lapped through her and in her and round her as he moved, slowly and carefully, within her.
“Oh,” she gasped. He was moving slowly, but each thrust seemed to press new spots inside her, each time filling her with a sweetness that was part tickle, part pain, part pleasure. She felt him reach a place where she thought the pleasure might actually overwhelm her, it was so intense. Each time he moved the waves of pleasure jolted through her, at first slow and sweet, and then intense and almost unbearable as he moved, faster and faster and faster...
“Oh!”
She screamed aloud as the feeling built and then broke over her like the spark that ignites an inferno. She closed her eyes and let the sensation flow through her, her entire lower body feeling as if she was drowning in a bath of syrup, so sweet, so tormentingly warm.
She closed her eyes as he cried out and collapsed on top of her and he held her close. She wrapped her arms around him and they must have slept, for the next thing she knew was him kissing her lips and murmuring her name and then rolling over to lie beside her.
She lay with her head on his arm, her own arms wrapped around him and they rested. Then, slowly, she felt his hand stroke her thigh and she felt her body tense and start to feel that same sweet longing that she had earlier, only now it was slower, more intense, more directed.
They found fresh pleasures, learning the ways they liked to touch each other. They each learned much about their own pleasure and that of the other that night until, eventually, they collapsed and slept.
They slept with her wrapped in his arms, her arms around him.
The next morning, Amabel awoke with the grayness of light filtering through the screens and the warmth of her lover's arms around her.
She moved closer and they lay together, savoring the warmth of morning.
“Good morning, my dear.”
Amabel smiled as he kissed her shoulder. She felt her body tense again and realized with some surprise that she was ready for more loving.
“Good morning,” she whispered back.
He moved beside her and she rested her head on his shoulder as, together, they watched the morning settle over the hills beyond the window.
Amabel was sure she had never in her life before felt quite so amazing.