Chapter Two
Gilbert sighs as he wraps his arms around Anne's slender body, unable to stop running his fingers over her velvety, white skin. He kisses her lips as he feels Anne's soft, warm breasts pressed to his chest and he exhales when Anne's tongue touches his.
His heart is pounding and the heat of Anne's naked body against his is snatching the air from his lungs.
"Anne," Gilbert gasps, when their lips part momentarily, as his hands cup her breasts and his eyes roam over her skin.
Anne is lying on her back now, and her hands are urging his body closer to hers. Gilbert trails soft kisses down the slender column of her throat, pausing to press his lips to the tiny pink heart before he lowers his mouth to worship the rosy tip of one breast. He moans when he hears Anne sigh and he feels her hands tangle in the curls at his nape. Anne arches her back and she gasps softly when he licks her taut nipple. Gilbert's hands are sliding across her waist and Anne's soft fingers seem to be touching him everywhere as she smooths her hands over the muscles of his back.
"Oh, Gilbert," Anne sighs, shivering and clutching him closer to her. "More, please. Touch me. Love me…"
Still kissing her breast, Gilbert's hand is on the side of her slim hip and his heart is pounding as his fingers travel across her soft belly before finally settling in the soft red curls at the apex of her thighs.
"Anne," he mutters hoarsely.
Anne's hips flex upwards slightly and she hums voluptuously as Gilbert continues to kiss her breast, hardly daring to think what he wants to do next.
"Yes," Anne breathes. "Please touch me. I want you to touch me, Gilbert."
Breathing hard now, Gilbert moves his mouth to gently explore her other breast, delighting in Anne's moan of pure pleasure as he does so. The carnal sounds of Anne's desire are heightening his anticipation as he pauses with his fingertips still caressing those soft red curls. Gilbert is overwhelmed when he feels her hips rock upwards slightly and his entire body is vibrating with an urgent craving.
"Please," she whispers in his ear.
Then slowly, inexorably, Gilbert's fingers slip lower until finally he is touching her. Anne cries out softly and Gilbert groans when his fingers find her. He gasps in wonder at how soft and slick she feels. The slippery smoothness is astonishing to him and Gilbert closes his eyes, absorbed in the feel of her.
His forehead is pressed to the curve of her shoulder and his lips are on the skin at Anne's collar bone as he pants in pleasure. Her lovely breasts are pushing against his skin now and Anne's body is writhing beneath him.
How long has he wanted to touch her like this? Gilbert wonders if he can control the lust building within him as his fingers continue to explore her.
"Anne," he mutters into her skin as he presses his hips against the side of her thigh. "You don't know how long I've dreamed of this. How long I've wanted to touch you…"
"Oh, yes, Gilbert," Anne pants, arching her hips against his hand. "Please…"
Then Gilbert is kissing her lips hard, their mouths are open and their breath mingling as he feels Anne's fingers slide lower on his back.
"You're so soft," Gilbert murmurs reverently, as his fingers continue to touch her. "So sweet…"
His upper body is covering hers now. The peaks of Anne's nipples are burning into his chest as her hands slip over the curve of his buttocks and Gilbert's hips press into the soft flesh of Anne's white thigh.
"Please, Gilbert," Anne begs in a raspy voice. "I want to feel you inside me."
Gilbert groans at the tone in her voice and he shivers as her arms slide back up his torso. Anne grasps his face in her hands and she pulls her lips from his as she gazes deeply into his burning hazel eyes.
"Love me, husband," she says, her huge eyes shimmering greenly and her hips pressing into his fingers. "Please. I can't wait any longer."
"Oh, Anne," his voice is a low croak of desire. "I do love you. So much."
Slowly, her hands move from his face, sliding along the side of his neck and lower to glide over the muscles of his chest.
Gilbert shudders when Anne's fingertips skim over his ribs before they slide around his waist, urging his body over hers. Panting, he braces his upper body on his elbows with his forearms on either side of Anne's body and his hips are resting between her soft thighs.
They stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, both breathing heavily.
The tip of Gilbert's arousal is touching Anne, there where his fingers have just been loving her. Gilbert thinks his body might explode as he feels her, wet and hot against him. Anne's body is trembling beneath him and the perfect bliss of her velvety skin pressed against his is almost more than he can bear.
He feels the soft mounds of her breasts pressing into his chest and he moans as she hums again, running her hands up the sides of his body. Slowly, Gilbert lowers his head to kiss her lips lovingly and Anne sighs into his mouth, hitching her hips against his in silent intimation.
Gilbert gasps and he thinks perhaps he won't even make it inside her, his hunger for her is so strong now as she rubs herself against him.
"Please hurry, Gilbert," Anne's voice is almost a whimper as her fingers dig into the skin of his back. "I can't wait to feel you inside me at last…"
When he hears the thread of urgency in Anne's voice, he knows he can't wait any longer either.
Gilbert raises his hips slightly and reaches his shaking hand between their bodies to guide himself, before he slowly presses into her as gently as he can, with his eyes never leaving hers. As he enters her, Anne closes her eyes for a second and her mouth opens on a sharp intake of breath. After a brief moment, her eyes open again and she smiles adoringly into Gilbert's blazing eyes.
"Yes," Anne says with satisfaction, her eyes limpid pools of desire.
"Oh, Anne," Gilbert groans as he gazes into her beautiful eyes.
Gilbert is lost in the exquisite sensation of finally - finally - being inside her. The scorching look in Anne's eyes inflames the fire already burning in Gilbert's body. Suddenly he is afraid that his impatience is going to conquer his determination to love Anne slowly and tenderly.
"Sweetheart," Gilbert gasps, squeezing his eyes shut at the sublime torture. "You feel so -"
But he can't finish the sentence as words fail him.
Gilbert buries his face in the curve of Anne's neck and inhales the sweet fragrance of her beautiful red hair which is spilling across the pillow behind her, as he delights in the heavenly realisation of what they are doing together. His strong hands hold Anne's body to his, and Gilbert is barely able to comprehend that he is here, loving his wife as a husband at last. The devastating bliss is almost more than he can bear and he knows he won't last long.
He doesn't shift his hips even a fraction, although the urge to move within her is overwhelming. After a long moment, Gilbert raises his head with his bright hazel eyes searching Anne's face. Resting his weight on his forearms, Gilbert's hands are gently caressing her hair and pushing the soft curls back from her cheeks.
"Did I hurt you, sweetheart?" he asks. "I'm sorry, Anne -"
"No," Anne shakes her head and her lips are curved in the most enchanting smile he's ever seen. "I feel…loved."
She wraps her arms around Gilbert's waist and he shivers when he feels her fingers pressing into his back again as Anne closes her eyes and draws a deep breath in through her nostrils.
"I want you to love me more, husband," she murmurs, clasping his body to hers tightly.
"Oh, darling Anne," Gilbert mutters, leaning forward to kiss her sweet lips. "I love you. I can't tell you how much…"
"Don't tell me," she whispers in his ear. "Show me, Gilbert."
With a low groan, Gilbert begins moving his hips slowly, watching Anne's face for any signs of discomfort, although the pleasure he feels is intense. To his delight, Anne throws her head back on the pillow, with such a bewitching smile curving her lips as she hums with pleasure.
"Mmmm, Gilbert," she murmurs. "Husband…"
He loves the low timbre of Anne's voice and it sends a shiver of desire down his spine as he continues to move in her slowly, almost tentatively.
Gilbert closes his eyes at the bliss of each careful movement and then he hears Anne sigh and her hands are sliding over the skin of his back. He moans with pleasure when he feels Anne's hips begin moving in tempo with his.
When he opens his eyes again, Anne is watching him with the most exquisite look of love on her face.
"Anne," he gasps at the intensity of her beautiful eyes.
"More," Anne breathes, gazing up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "Please, dearest."
At her entreaty, Gilbert's movements become more urgent and he begins thrusting his hips harder in a new, insistent rhythm. Anne sighs beneath him and he feels her silken arms move upwards as they cling to his broad shoulders.
Gilbert can feel a trickle of sweat running down his back as he tries to control his movements so as not to hurt her. Anne's hot breath on his skin and the sounds coming from her lips are making his hips drive into her faster. His panting breaths are becoming louder as he feels the pleasure building within him.
"Oh, Gilbert," Anne whispers breathlessly, gently drawing his lips to hers in a scorching kiss and moving her hips upwards to meet his every thrust.
"I love you," Gilbert's voice is a low rumble.
Then their lips are touching, but they're no longer kissing as Gilbert's body is ablaze with desire for her. He feels her gasping breath in his mouth and Anne's slender legs are wrapped firmly around his body.
"I love feeling you inside me," she breathes.
"Anne," Gilbert pants, dragging his lips away from hers so that he can see her face, which is flushed with want. "Oh, Anne…"
"I love you, Gilbert," Anne murmurs in his ear, still clutching him tightly to her body. "You feel so wonderful…"
Gilbert feels enveloped by the warmth of Anne's love for him, and the sublime look on her face as he moves in her pierces his very soul.
One hand is grasping her waist now and he leans on one elbow as he closes his eyes in ecstasy. Gilbert's face is contorted with his efforts as his movements suddenly become more erratic and he knows he can't hold back any longer.
"Anne, I'm going to…" he mutters through clenched teeth with his eyes still closed.
"Yes, husband," Anne says, her voice filled with love. "Yes."
Groaning, Gilbert gasps out her name once more as his body goes rigid and the pleasure of his release breaks over him like a wave. He is overwhelmed with the extraordinary rapture as his entire body shudders in ecstasy.
Anne grasps Gilbert's body to her, continuing to murmur her love for him in his ear, with one hand tangled in the curls at the back of his head and the other wrapped tightly around his waist.
Gilbert collapses on top of her, his body spent. His face is buried in Anne's soft hair and his arms are still clutching her slim body to his. They lie there for a moment, both of them gasping for breath and the sweat of their bodies mingling.
With a Herculean effort, Gilbert raises his head to look into Anne's wonderful eyes once more as he caresses her face gently.
Anne's eyes are exceedingly green and filled with such love that Gilbert thinks his heart might burst. He opens his mouth to attempt to express what he feels for her in that moment.
"I love you," is all he can manage to blurt out.
The words scarcely describe what Gilbert is feeling. But she smiles up at him with such a joyful look on her face that all he can do is smile back at her stupidly.
He is still inside her and he leans down to press a gentle kiss on her lips.
"I love you, too, Gilbert," Anne murmurs with that delicious smile still lingering on her lips.
With a long exhalation, Gilbert slowly rolls off Anne's body until he is lying on his side next to her, still trying to catch his breath.
His long, lean body is pressed to her side as Gilbert's fingertips trail a leisurely path along the soft skin of Anne's torso before his arm snakes around her waist and pulls her warm body tightly against his. The shining curls of her magnificent hair are framing her smiling face and spilling across his shoulder.
"You look so beautiful, Anne," Gilbert murmurs, as his fingertips gently trace the pink flush lighting her cheekbones.
Anne leans towards him, still smiling, and presses the softest of kisses on his lips. Her arm is bent at the elbow as she lightly brushes the back of her fingers along his chest. Then her silken arms are sliding around Gilbert's neck as she presses a lingering kiss to his lips before she pulls back a fraction.
"That's because I feel like a wife now," she whispers. "Your wife. At last."
My wife.
Gilbert grins in delight, rejoicing in the feel of her naked body pressed to his as he pulls her even closer to him.
Inhaling the delicious scent of her, Gilbert thinks that he may never be happier than this blissful moment. Then he remembers that this is only the beginning. He has a whole lifetime of blissful moments with Anne.
"At last," he agrees, smiling into her eyes.
Gilbert slowly draws the bed covers over their naked bodies, and they roll onto their sides, facing one another. Anne's hips are pressed to Gilbert's as he reaches out to clasp his wife's fingers, holding her hand to his heart as they grin joyfully at each other. Gilbert's grin grows even wider when he feels Anne's silken leg sliding in between his and her slender foot brushing against his calf.
"You were beautiful, too," Anne says, reaching up to smooth her free hand across his tousled curls. "I loved watching you loving me. It was incredible."
Smiling, Gilbert raises her hand and brings it to his lips as he places a kiss on her palm.
"You should see your face now, darling," Anne continues. "You look so…"
Her voice trails off as she gazes into his eyes and Gilbert can't resist leaning forward to kiss her smiling lips.
"Satisfied?" he suggests, grinning. "Contented? In love?"
"Blissful," Anne says decidedly, her fingers still caressing his jaw as she grins back at him. "But all those other words, too."
Gilbert doesn't know how long they lie like that, facing each other with their bodies pressed together. His fingers are playing with Anne's long red hair and her fingers are tracing aimless patterns on his back as they exchange soft, languid kisses.
Although he never wants to stop looking at her, Gilbert can feel his eyelids growing heavy. He fights it for as long as he can, with a blissful smile still playing around his lips. Until finally, Anne slowly turns in his arms once more so that her back is flush against the front of Gilbert's body, with her arm draped over his, across her waist.
"Good night, dearest husband," she murmurs, smiling softly. "I love you."
When he hears her soft hum again as she closes her eyes, Gilbert smiles contentedly.
"Good night, sweet wife," Gilbert sighs, already half asleep.
I get to fall asleep with Anne every night for the rest of my life, is his last conscious thought.
Tucking his chin in the curve of her shoulder, Gilbert drifts into a peaceful slumber.
A/N: Welcome back, dear readers. Thanks again for reading, I was thrilled by your enthusiastic response to the first chapter.
Well, here we are, and I'm writing in the M section for the very first time ~ something I never expected to do when I first started writing on FF, that's for sure! Please leave me your reviews and share your thoughts about what just happened...