Marianne's wish for experiencing more marital love did not go unheard. The very night after Christopher had made love to her for the first time saw the newlyweds learn more about how to enjoy each other.
"How I love you..." he whispered, still somewhat out of breath as he rolled himself on one side of her, pulling her close.
All Marianne was capable of, coming down from the most amazing sensations she had ever known, was to pull up even closer to him and kiss his beautiful mouth. For a while they simply enjoyed the afterglow, looking at each other in the eye, exchanging soft and gentle kisses. Christopher played with her curls of hair with his fingertips and Marianne simply kept her eyes on him. That little smile on his face was one of the most intimate expression, something she somehow knew was there just for her.
As they eased down, Christopher started to move off the bed. Marianne was a little surprised and found herself feeling strong disappointment at the sudden loss of his closeness. He saw this and leaned back to the bed, kissing her gently.
"Oh I'm not going anywhere, just one moment..." he explained as he went to the fireplace. A large kettle of water was kept warm by the fire and Christopher mixed some of the hot water with cold water from a jug at the washing basin. He then returned to the bed with the basin, a washing cloth and a towel. He squeezed excess water off the wash cloth and smiled at Marianne who had turned to her back, following what he was doing with her gaze.
He kissed her again, then started gently wiping her down with the cloth, starting from her neck. His lips led the way for the cloth. Everywhere he kissed the cloth would soon follow, slowly making tracks over her breasts, her soft belly and eventually her little triangle of hair. His progress from her neck to her nether regions had ignited that fire in her again. When his lips caressed that sensitive place where the front of her thigh met the edge of her mound she could not help letting out a small moan and her legs instinctively moved apart to give him more move. She had no time to think of what happened next, but when it did the flame that had been ignited by his ministrations so far truly exploded into a roaring inferno. The cloth - and his mouth - slipped between her folds giving her the most delicate sensations. He was so gentle in wiping her clean from their earlier encounter. Wiping both with the cloth and his tongue.
"Are you sore?" he asked, and the loving gentleness in his voice almost made her heart explode with the love she felt for him.
"A little... not much," she managed to reply, not being able to produce much more than a whisper. The whispers turned into full voice, but in the process Marianne lost the ability to form coherent words: Christopher's mouth was keeping her on the verge of something beautiful and otherworldly. She wasn't sure when, but at some point the wash cloth was discarded and what she could feel in that most intimate part of her was his mouth, his tongue and his fingers. He was moaning as well and as her hips began to respond to his tongue he started to go faster and stay more intensively on her sensitive nub. Soon she was no longer on the verge but fully over it. Her moan became a complete cry as she unraveled under him, gripping the bedsheets for something to stop her from floating away. He kept his mouth on her through her ecstasy until her breathing started to come back down to normal. Eventually he climbed up, wiping his mouth a little to the back of his hand, grinning happily.
"Christopher..." she was practically speechless. He had truly taken her by surprise in the most glorious manner.
"Are you alright?" he asked with slight concern. He loved his new wife so and had desired her in every possible way a red blooded man can, but he did not want to frighten her with too much.
"Beyond alright!" she gasped.
"It was unexpected but glorious," she explained. He smiled at her and lay down next to her. It did not go unnoticed when he moved next to her that his member was quite hard again and she understood that perhaps something should be done about that. The sensations he had given her...well, would she be out of place to try and reciprocate? Surely not? Everything she had learned about romantic interaction between a man and a woman involved both of them. It was her turn to lean out from the bed.
He looked a little quizzical until he realized where she was headed. The washing bowl and the cloth. A slightly coy smile lingered on her face as she sat down on the side of the bed and started to wipe him down softly and gently. She had expected to feel a little scandalized for their nudity, but now found that it actually felt quite natural. This is how she thought you were supposed to feel in the company of your husband. She also found she was actually quite curious about her husband's body. Men were a complete mystery for someone who had grown up with sisters only. Sure she had a step brother but he'd never really lived with her and the sisters so that didn't really count. Marianne had always been certain that her friends who had brothers had a somewhat more straightforward and less fussy approach to males. And so Marianne's cloth and her free hand roamed Christopher's jawline to his chest, twirling the hairs there through her fingers. When she brushed over his nipples he closed his eyes and gasped, shifting his hips a little. Marianne didn't dare look down to his manhood just yet.
Her hands slowly stroked over his abdomen and she gave in to her curiosity and leaned down to kiss him. He held her to his mouth for a long, deep kiss so hot Marianne wasn't sure how she was going to recover. When they had to break for air she took the opportunity to start exploring his body with her mouth just the same has he had done to her earlier. Her kisses trailed over his chest and onto his nipples, luring out another gasp of pleasure from her husband. She moved lower and lower and she realized she had reached his pelvis and his member. Not sure what to do, she first stroked around his pubic area with the wash cloth and he rewarded her bravery with heavier breath and low grunts of pleasure. When she looked up she saw his eyes were on her, full of heat and love. She wasn't sure if her next intended step was acceptable and he must have seen it in her eyes as he gave her an encouraging nod. The washcloth then gently brushed along his shaft and over the tip. His low grunt became an uninhibited moan.
"Oh my... ahh...so lovely..." was all she was able to make out from his mumblings. She was in awe of his reaction to her actions. She was giving him this much pleasure with the simplest of touches. She repeated her movement, he repeated his moans. The cloth was becoming a hindrance, she decided and dropped it on the floor. She wanted to know what his member felt like if she held it. Her fingers did not reach around its thickness and it seemed so very long. Nothing like the statues she had seen in London.
His hand gently took hold of hers on his member, and he softly guided her to move her hand up and down. And as she did, his breathing became even heavier and his hips bucked up slightly in the rhythm of her strokes. She noticed that he responded particularly strongly when she ran her palm over the red tip of his member. He was becoming harder and more red.
Yet he had done more than this to her, and she could not help but wonder if he would feel what she felt if she reciprocated with her actions. With a little uncertainty she leaned down again. He saw what she was intending.
"Oh sweetheart, you don't have to..." he started. She lifted her gaze to meet his.
"Is it not acceptable?" she asked, looking a little apologetic. He shook his head.
"No, no, it's not that.. it's, in fact, extremely acceptable to me but I hadn't dared hope to ask this soon," he quickly explained still responding to how she held him. She smiled again. He wanted her to try this, she would.
She turned her attention to his hard, throbbing member again. It was still hard to believe it had somehow been in her. Never mind how wonderful it had felt after the initial discomfort. Timidly she pressed her lips onto the tip as in a chaste kiss. He gasped and bucked his hips. She tried to think of how his mouth had felt on her and with that encouragement she opened her mouth and started to kiss his tip more brazenly. Christopher was letting out a constant moan now, moving his hips non-stop.
"Oh, please...yes... so beautiful..." he was gasping. Suddenly she felt his hand on the back of her head, guiding her to a rhythm.
"Oh gods, darling... a little more, please" he was now almost begging. She could tell how his excitement was growing. His every move was growing in intensity and heat and she realized he wanted her to take his member deeper into her mouth. Which she did: as deep as she could without gagging. Then out again, keeping her lips tightly on the shaft. His moans we so excited now they were almost whimpers.
"Darling... that's beautiful," he said almost as if he was trying to sober up, then guided her lips off his shaft. Marianne was again a little surprised.
"What you are doing is wonderful beyond words, but if you carry on I will soon be spent and I wish for us to release together again" he explained to her in a feverish voice while sitting up and pulling Marianne to his side again. A long, deep kiss and his arms around her led Marianne to feel that heat again. Her fire. Christopher pulled her onto her back beside him and rolled himself partly over her, one thigh between hers, one arm supporting him above her, the other roaming over her breast and down. When he reached between her legs he found her already hot and wet. With a few strokes he had her moaning and panting again and he deepened their already wild kisses even further as he moved fully on top of her.
Marianne had a better idea of what she was waiting for this time and was anxious to feel it again. There it was, Christopher rubbing that glorious red tip against her core, almost making her come there and then.
"Please..." it was her turn to plead. She knew she had to feel him inside her straight away. Christopher was in no condition himself to tease and pushed himself into her hot core. Gods she was tight and beautiful and amazing and everything good between heaven and earth. It was not possible to hold back this time and Christopher started to move in and out with strong strokes. They held each other's eyes and they were both letting out moans and cries in the time of their joint thrusts.
They could read each other's faces as the rhythm and intensity of their movements gained speed and strength. Christopher had to try distracting thoughts to keep from coming: he wanted to wait for her. He did not have to wait for very long.
"Ohhh! Christopher!" she moaned as her grip around the back of his neck tightened and her thighs gripped him harder around his hips. He felt how she tightened around him and this was his undoing. Together the lovers moaned gasped and cried out their release and pleasure. Marianne had not imagined this could feel any better than the first or the second one, but somehow it did. Christopher emptied his seed deep inside his wife again with a few more uneven thrusts and then collapsed on her. In a moment he remembered he might be crushing her and put some of his weight on his elbows. He was pleased to feel, however, that his wife was pulling him down, making him stay on top of her. To be wanted by this amazing woman like this was heaven to Christopher.
When he eventually rolled off her and pulled her to him again, she sought his eyes with a smile on her face.
"Christopher, that was... beyond what I've ever been capable of imagining" she explained. He chuckled and smiled back at her.
"Likewise, my love. I may have to start revising my business appointments to make sure I do not have to stay away from you for too long at any time" he said softly.
"I do hope we don't have to be apart much, darling. Though I do understand you have your work and engagements," she replied.
With another kiss or two the lovers, sated and happy, fell asleep in each other's arms.