I stared up to the moon and wondered why it looked so sad when it was looking back at me. Your first time is supposed to be magical, it connects you to the other person not just physically but emotionally as well.
I remember how it felt when it was just Rushton and I, alone in my turret room (a room which used to be his). All my love and adoration for him was alive and well, and in that moment there was nothing else, only me an him. My quest didn't even exist to me, all that I loved was standing in front of me and I could not have been happier.
I felt his piercing green eyes stare down on me, and I could see exactly how he felt about me, I didn't have to be an empath to know how much he loves me. I felt his cool hand on my skin as he ran his palm down my arm, his skin was soft against mine.
"I love you" he said to me. My heart skipped a beat, knowing that I felt the same, I have done for years. "I love you, Rushton" was the only thing I could think to say in return. I had already opened my mind completely to him, something I had never done with any one else. It was scary to think that I was so open to him that he could hurt me, but something inside me told me that he wouldn't.
At that moment he bend his head down towards me, carefully bringing his lips to mine we began to gently caress our lips together. I could feel my passion for him growing inside of me and the gentleness of his lips deepened and I felt my passion for him growing uncontrollable with the taste of his lips on my own.
Part of me still expected him to be more on guard, more in control, but when he started kissing me more and more deeply and I knew that he had also lost all control. Never in my life had I felt so much passion for anyone, and I never wanted this moment to end, as my whole body enveloped in his kisses.
Rushton reached around my waist and pulled me tightly towards him and I found myself being slowly manoeuvred towards my bed until we were both lying on my mattress with him on top of me. Rushton was still kissing me deeply and passionately and I could do was melt in his arms, as I pulled my arms lightly up his back to his shoulders I could feel his muscles flex beneath my fingers. I just wanted more, more of his touch, more of his lips just wanting all of him, for he is my love.
At that moment our bodies began to move with the same passion we had with our kisses. I could feel Rushton's arms softly caressing up and down my back. And he moved his lips from mine down to my neck.
We both knew that our passion was intensifying more than we should let it (even though we were betrothed) but neither of us could have stopped our passion. It was too intense, but it felt too right to stop what was happening between us.
After the event we just lay together in my bed just holding each other, and I felt so safe and secure in his arms and I never wanted that moment to end. Later that night, after he had gone to his own room - so as to keep up the allusion that we weren't openly together - I sat at my windowsill looking up at the moon and I saw and wondered why it looked so sad when it was looking back at me. Your first time is supposed to be magical, it connects you to the other person not just physically but emotionally as well, and while staring at the moon, recounting the events of the evening, a grin came to my face.