soft music in the background, Rene swept his bride into his arms, and carried her down the hall.
He gently lowered her onto the bed, and she scrambled to sit up to remove the floral headdress and veil before they were crushed.
‘Don’t worry about them…’ he said with a growl, and cast them off the end of the bed. Then he leaned over her, and began to kiss her in earnest.
It felt like it had been an eternity since they had kissed like this. He thrust into her mouth, greedy with lust. She tasted so good. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet. He took from her all the innocent passion she had to offer.
His hot mouth blazed a trail down her neck, while his frenzied hands unclipped the shoulder clasps, and lowered the front of her gown. Her naked breasts were revealed to him, and he covered them with his hands, needing them hungrily as he returned to kissing her mouth.
Then, when kissing was no longer enough, he replaced his hands with his mouth and suckled on her, loving the way her body bowed up to meet his hungry mouth. He loved the little sounds of surprised delight that came from her throat. He loved the way her hand roamed over his head and down his neck to his shoulders, as if she couldn’t get enough of the feel of him.
‘Do you have any idea how much I love you?’ he mumbled against her breast.
‘About as much as I love you?’ she replied as another little gasp of pleasure left her mouth.
‘More than that. Far more than that…’ his hand stroked the delicate fabric of her gown down her body, and he reluctantly left off his suckling to finish the removal. When he had made short work of her shorts as well, he returned to kiss her mouth. Except for a little half-hearted modesty, she seemed more than willing to be naked before him. He hadn’t expected that. He thought he would have to deal with maidenly insecurity and shame until he won her over. This Livy was a delightful surprise.
‘Where has my shy virgin gone?’ he said, as he kissed his way from breast to belly button.
‘She’s here, my lord, but I am taking Jane’s lessons to heart.’
‘Jane’s lessons?’ he choked out in surprise, coming up to look deeply into her eyes. The image of Jane educating his wife in the erotic arts, was more than he wanted to envisage in his present state of arousal.
‘Yes. Last evening I asked her about … the consummation of our marriage. She told me to go with my instincts, and trust you. That there was nothing we would do that was wrong or sinful. She said it would not hurt much …’
‘Ah, sinful pleasure is my favourite kind, Ma Chere. And she was right, you can trust me. I will prepare you so that there is very little pain, and a great deal of pleasure, I promise.’
She smiled up at him, and reached for the catches on the shoulder of his tunic.
‘You want me naked too? I’m not sure you’re ready for that sight yet, my impatient bride.’
But he let her release the catches and undid his belt so the tunic would fall to his waist, still covering his painful arousal. Her hands stroked at his chest.
‘I thought men had hair on their chests…’ she observed thoughtfully.
‘This body is young yet, although my Obewje blood means I am more hairless than most. Would you prefer me with hair? I can have it grown if you wished it.’
‘No. I like you just the way you are. Can I kiss you here, like you do me?’
The shock of her shy request had his arousal jerking against his shorts. She noticed, and with one curious hand she tentatively touched him. With a little grunt of surprise, she drew back at the movement.
‘What is that?’ she asked nervously.
He stretched out beside her, slid out of his shorts and the rest of his tunic, and never took his eyes from her face. Her eyes were as big as saucers, and her mouth was slightly agape as she stared at his aroused member, pulsing under her scrutiny.
‘Your thoughts?’ he asked gruffly.
‘That is what you will enter me with? I do not think it will fit. There is an awful lot of it.’
He had to laugh, what else could he do? He roared with it, all the pent up emotion of the last few days finally finding an avenue for