Wedding Night

By:  Melissa

 

It had taken them a long time to get to this point but it was finally here.  They were married and no on could take their happiness away anymore.  For them Lea and Joe no longer existed, it was now just the two of them.

Because he loved her more deeply than he ever thought to love a woman, because tonight was their wedding night, because he had felt the light tremor that had gone through her, he lifted their joined hands and brushed his mouth over her fingers.  Her breath caught as he moved his mouth to her palm.  He traced a circle on her palm with his tongue and watched her eyes begin to cloud.  She felt his tongue continue its lazy course and wondered how such a simple caress could make her ache so badly.

He felt her grow pliant, as if she were wax and he a flame.  He felt himself grow hard and knew just how perfectly his hardness would fit her soft body.

Releasing her hands, he drew her close and closer still. As his mouth played with hers, his hands went to work, expertly finding hooks and laces.  He kept his hands light and his mouth undemanding. Already he could feel the desire swirling up within him like a dangerous whirlpool beneath a smooth surface. Because it would seem so easy to let himself fall into it, because it was so tempting to let the reins he was keeping on himself go and to dive into the delights her body had to offer, he did no more than brush his mouth over hers, allowing himself only an occasional taste.  When her lips parted, inviting him inside, he avoided temptation and only nipped at her lower lip.

Melissa made a small sound of protest as he lifted his mouth from hers and shifted away, but before she could say anything, he had turned her around and begun to undo the remaining fastenings of her dress. Removing all layers until only her hose and pearls remained.

When she lifted her hands to the top button of his shirt, he caught them in his.  “No, it’s too soon.”

She smiled with all the assurance of a woman who knows that her man is already more than half-seduced.

“Then let me set the pace, whether it be a gentle walk,” she touched her mouth to his, “or a gallop.”  On the last word her tongue thrust into his mouth, filling him with her taste.

He angled his head to take more, but she had already retreated.

She undressed him slowly.  He pulled her close, unable to wait another moment before he imprinted his body on hers.

“You’ve driven me to the edge.”  Drew’s voice rasped with his ragged breathing as he spoke against her mouth.  “You will have to wait for another time to set your pace.”

She was so warm, so moist that it took all of his control to resist the temptation of sliding into her.  Because he knew that she deserved better than a quick tumble, he tried to distract himself by nuzzling her neck.  But the scent and taste of her skin only provoked him to move his hands down her back and lift her so that she was pressed still closer against him.

Melissa slid her hands under his loose shirt and ran them over his back, her mind still clear enough to consciously enjoy the texture. The smooth skin was hot and seemed to vibrate, as if his blood were running fast and close to the surface. He wanted her, she thought.  He needed her.  That thought alone had her body heating.

She gave a small gasp of surprise when he suddenly picked her up.  Instinctively, she raised her legs and locked his hips to give herself purchase.

For a moment after he had laid her down on the edge of the bed, she left her legs still linked to him, so that he remained bent over her, his hands propped on the blanket on either side of her.  Her eyes were already heavy with arousal.  On the verge of desperation, Drew buried his face in the
valley between her breasts with a groan.

His breath was like a hot desert wind, scorching her skin.  When he turned his head to the side to nuzzle her breast, the first flash of pleasure shot through Melissa, weakening her so that her body felt as if it had turned to liquid.

Too weak to hold him, her legs fell away. But because she needed to touch him, she lifted her hands and tangled in his hair.  Even when he shifted downward to press his mouth against her belly, her fingers still played with the silky strands.  When his mouth skimmed lower, her hands tightened, but not because she was trying to stop him. His mouth slid lower, and lower still.  When it pressed against the moist pink flesh that waited for him, she cried out and raised her head.  His eyes on hers, Drew deliberately flicked his tongue over the slick folds.  When her fingers tightened further in his hair, he took another taste.  And another.

It was unbearably arousing to watch- his mouth moving between her legs, his eyes on hers.  The pleasure rose, spiraling upward, but relief was always just one more caress away.

When her head fell back on a sound that was half moan, half plea, Drew stood and shed the rest of his clothes. Together they rolled to the middle of the bed.  She lay beneath him, thighs spread apart in invitation, but still he held back until he could stroke her again.

She was trembling with desire that was sharp enough to slice through flesh.  Arching up, her body begged him to come to her.  With a single thrust, he brought them together so that they hovered just below the peak.

Drew stilled, fighting for control, but she moved beneath him- inviting, inciting.

“I love you, Drew.”  With the last bit of strength that she possessed, she lifted her hands.  Digging her fingers into his hips, she urged him toward her.

“Melissa, love-“

He tried to hold back, but as she pulled him further into her, he felt himself explode.  Even as he moaned in frustration at his lack of control, he felt her began to flutter around him as she reached her own release.

The moment he could move, he rolled them over so that she lay on top of him.

“Did I hurt you?” he laughed weakly, “I seem to be making a habit of asking you that.”

Melissa managed to raise herself, folding her arms across his chest and propping her chin up on them.  “Do I look hurt?”

He scrutinized her face.  It had the soft, secretive, almost smug look of a woman well satisfied, “No, I don’t suppose you do.”  Lightly, he ran a hand up her back, then down.  “Let’s sleep a little while.”  He shifted her onto his side and slid his still-aroused body from hers.

“Sleep?”  She stretched, her leg pressing against his sex.  “Wouldn’t that be a waste?”

He grinned.  “It will still be there when we wake up.”  Gathering her against his side, he brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheek.  “Sleep now.

 

When Melissa awoke the sun was setting.  Beside her, Drew lay on his stomach; sleep softening the contours of his face.  As she shifted under the arm that he had slung possessively across her middle, he stirred.  He murmured something unintelligible, but he angled his arm upward so that his hand cupped her breast.

“Don’t worry.”  She laughed softly.  “I’m not going anywhere.”

He opened eyes that were still heavy with sleep, but he could already feel his body stirring.  “Did you have something else in mind?”

She bent down and traced her tongue across the rim of his ear.  “Let me show you.”

Her warm breath flowed over him, a promise of delights to come.  Because he could refuse her nothing, he surrendered as he had surrendered his heart long ago.

Picking up the hand that was still spread on her breast, she kissed his fingers one by one.  By the time she put his hand down on the bed, she could feel the pulse in his wrist begin to hammer.

She shifted onto her knees so that she knelt beside him and trailed her fingers down his back.  A shudder rewarded her and she repeated the motion.  Acting on instinct, she moved so that she straddled him and ran both hands over his skin.

An inarticulate sound, somewhere between a groan and a curse, rose in his throat.  In answer, she bent down and pressed lips to his skin.

When she lifted her head again, she looked down at her hands, still spread against the golden skin that stretched tightly over muscle and sinew.  A wave of love swept over her- so immense, so all-encompassing that it almost swamped her in its power, making her forget all else.

“Melissa, what are you doing?”

His words were choppy, as if he did not have quite enough air to speak.  Suddenly she was aware of her erotic posture, of the texture of his skin, of his scent, and the wave of love was joined by a hot wave of desire that surged through her.  The two waves swelled and merged and flooded her, the way the sea at high tide floods a beach that lies waiting.

Needing to feel more, she lowered her head again and pressed an openmouthed kiss to the center of his back.

Melissa felt him start to shift onto his back.  “Stay.”  Her hands slid down to his rib cage to keep him where he was.

She only said that one word.  But her warm, moist breath, which flowed over his skin like a caress, and her husky whisper had his blood heating.  Then Drew felt her press her lips against his back again, felt the first light touch of her tongue.  Like dry timber that is touched by a torch, desire went from spark to blaze in an instant.

His skin heated, began to vibrate as if his blood were pounding against it.  Melissa absorbed the heat and the pulsing with her fingertips, with her mouth. But she wanted, needed more.  She wanted to be close and closer still. Her mouth traveled up the line of his spine and, as she tasted the skin at the base of his neck, she pressed her body to his.

Her hands, her mouth had already driven him to a frenzy.  When Drew felt the press of her breasts, her belly against his back, he pitched into madness.

“Melissa.”  Her name slid out on a groan.  “Please. I need to see you.  To touch you.”  He skimmed his hands up her calves from ankles to knees.

She wanted to go on touching him like this, but she, too, was greedy for more.  Sitting up, she slid back so that she straddled his thighs.

 

“I can grant you one of your wishes, Drew.” Her hands on his hips, she guided him as he rolled over onto his back.

Even as he was reaching for her, she caught his hands.  “I said one.”  Her mouth curved in a smile.  “Look, but don’t touch.”

Remembering, suddenly, the pearls, she slowly removed them. Sending him a look that was half defiance and all seduction, she wound the long strand around his wrists.  Then she brought his bound hands to her mouth and ran her lips, then her teeth over his knuckles.  “It’s still my turn.”

Her blue eyes sparkling like sapphires, her skin flushed with passion, she rose above him like a goddess.  As his gaze swept over her, every nerve ending seemed to take on a life of its own.  His blood became a river of fire.  Desperate, he fought the instinct to free his hands and take her.  Now.  But he fought himself until he was beyond arousal, beyond desire.

“Oh, God.  What are you doing to me?”  He closed his eyes to give himself at least a moment of respite.

“I’m making love to you.”

Her softly spoken words were enormously seductive in their very simplicity and had desire spiraling again.

She levered his hands above his head and leaned forward.  As she lowered her mouth to his belly, she cradled him between her breasts.

Drew’s eyes flew open as he felt the race of her heart against his sex.  If he let himself go, just a little, that alone would push him over the peak. Closing his eyes again, he strained for control.  When he felt the seductive caress of her breasts lift away from him, he drew a breath of relief, but she was already filling her hands and then her mouth with his aroused flesh.

“Melissa, I beg you.”  Unable to take more, he jerked his hands apart, sending pearls skating over the bed.  He tunneled his hands into her hair, intending to push her away, but instead his fingers cupped her head to hold her where she was.

She forgot to breathe, as she tasted him. Drunk on her own power, she felt him arch beneath her, felt his fingers clamp feverishly around her head, and she gloried in the moment as her mouth caressed his smooth, hard flesh.   Her breathing was ragged when she raised her head and met his eyes.

 

“Please, Melissa.  Now.”

“Yes.”  The single word was both acquiescence and command.  She rose above him and, her eyes on his, lowered herself onto his body.   They both stilled as he filled her.  Stilled as the first wave of pleasure flowed through them, sweeping them dangerously close to the crest.   Afraid that her slightest movement would end it for him, Drew curved his fingers around her hips.  But the pressure of his hands pushed her down to take still more of his body and his fingers dug into her hips as he fought to hold on to the last threads of his control.   The lines of his face were taut, as if he were in pain.  Melissa felt a flurry of anxiety, but when she ran her hands down his arms, she understood that the only pain he felt was the pain of being on the razor’s edge of pleasure.  She remained still, leaving her hands lightly on his.   He’d stepped back from the edge.  A very small step.  As the throb in his belly steadied, Drew slipped his hands from under her light grip.  He would watch her, he told himself as he feathered his fingers over her skin.  He would concentrate entirely on her and her pleasure, and that would keep his blood cool enough.  Slowly he allowed his hands to drift toward her center.

Melissa did not tense when Drew touched her. No, instead she felt herself go as soft and pliant as if her muscles, her bones had turned to warm honey. Reflexively her body tilted backward, opening her still further to his touch.  The scent of her own passion- and his- rose up to her nostrils, sending her up yet another notch.


Drew saw her eyes begin to cloud as his fingers skimmed over her slick flesh.

“Melissa.”  The hoarse whisper was a plea, a prayer.

Her eyes cleared and met his.  The passion, the need she saw there were as arousing as the hands that were stroking her with such relentless expertise.  Needing to touch him, she brought her hands forward and gripped his wrists, unwittingly pressing his fingers more intensely against herself.  Her breath came out on a moan and, unable to hold still any longer, she began to rock against him.

He felt her begin to shudder.  It would have been so easy to let go and move with her, but because he was focused on her so completely, he held still and watched her take the pleasure he given her.

“Drew.”  Her hands tightened on his.  “Drew, come with me.”  She wanted to move, to provoke him, but she could do no more than sway against him. “Please.”

There was something in her eyes, something that he could not quite define.  And the soaring pleasure robbed him of the last of his lucidity.  But whatever it was that he saw there, it filled him with such joy
that he cried out her name as he let go and spilled himself into her.

She was trembling with the aftermath of her climax as she felt his heat pour into her, every pulsation of his body a cry of triumph.  She locked her hands over his and, together they rode out the storm.

 

The End

 

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