The doors opened suddenly as Kenna was helping me into my robe, and there he was. I always had the distinct feeling of something churning in my stomach when I saw him, but this time it was more than that. My entire body hummed and despite there being other people In the room, I felt everything go quiet. Maybe it was anticipation of what was to happen or simply the way he looked at me. He always looked at me with affection, that I saw grow within him with time, but I never realized how much of that affection he kept in check, terrified of it.
Now I saw him look at me with a completely unguarded expression. Love, joy, relief, happiness they were all there and I was sure my expression mirrored his. As he approached me, his escorts and mine left discreetly closing the door. I didn't want to think about the people behind the screens. Instead, I focused on the fact that there we were the only ones in the room.
He gently cupped my face and held my gaze for a long moment. I didn't know what he was looking for until I heard my shaky breath. I realized that no matter how many times I was in his arms, and no matter how heated things had gotten, I knew they would stop at an early stage. I felt safe in my innocence. Tonight would change that forever and even though I had wanted this for a long time, it terrified me in a way. I waited for him to say something, but he said nothing at all.
Instead he lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine. It was tender, much more tender than he usually kissed me and he continued to do it for a long time. Just kissing me and stroking my cheek with his thumb, then my hair, then my arms. I felt my blood heat up and I raised my arms and wove them around his neck, pulling him closer. He didn't change his pace though continuing his gentle strokes until I thought I was being driven mad. I tried to deepen the kiss and his hands slid from my neck to untie my robe, touching everything In their way making me gasp against his mouth.
I felt my robe sliding to the floor and being guided toward the bed. Anticipation and nervousness surged through me. He lifted me on to it and then followed me, settling on my side. From what I saw at his sisters bedding I expected him to climb on top of me but instead he lowered his head and resumed his deep kiss as his hand descended on my chest, parting my gown and slipping inside. I had never felt so exposed and so excited in my life.
Two contradictory feelings were boiling inside of me. I wanted to hide, and yet… I wanted more. His hand was exploring my chest with such expert touches that all my hesitation burned in flares of pure need. The lace that held the front together was completely undone now and he parted the sides exposing me fully to him. I held my breath looking at his face and the way his pupils dilated to the point that I couldn't see the brilliant blue any more. They were black as he found my mouth again with terrifying urgency.
Then his lips started trailing down my cheek to my neck and further down. My first moan escaped as his tongue touched my peak and started suckling it with a ferocity he had never shown before and he continued his attentions until I was crying and begging without knowing what for. Suddenly his hands were grabbing my nightgown and hiking it up my thighs, higher and higher until he took it of me and now I was completely bare in front of me. I didn't care at that point. I was in a hazy state, with a burning that was becoming more and more acute the more time passed. I grabbed hold of his shirt and he removed it, letting me feel his chest until I reached his trousers. I knew enough of the throbbing between my own legs to disperse of the cloth within seconds and then freezing when my beloved stood there naked before me. I froze with uncertainty. How could anyone do this, be so intimate, so close to someone they didn't know or love as much as I loved Francis?
As he lowered himself over me, settling between my legs and touching me in the center of my aching, making me gasp and shudder with pleasure all at once, my mind went blank. And then I felt the intrusion. First it was uncomfortable and then he stopped and hovered above me. I opened my eyes and looked into his angelic face, now contorted with strain.
"I love you Mary, more than anyone, more than myself. I'm sorry love"
I was confused by the apology until he pushed forward and I felt a sharp pain that tore through me, leaving me whimpering and digging my nails into his back. He paused and let me catch my breath, face buried in my neck, breathing heavily. As the pain subsided and my hands relaxed on his back, he tentatively started moving within me. The sting was there, but I tried to relax and concentrate on other things. His hair, damp with sweat. The small gasps that he made each time my inner muscles twitched. The smoothness of his back and the way his lips were red and swollen and forming a perfect o shape at the moment.
The sight and feel of him started stirring something within me that rivaled the pain. A tightening that made me crave the rhythm of his thrusts. Pleasure started to swallow all my senses until I was drowning In it. I reached up and claimed his mouth , biting into his lower lip, making him give a sharp thrust that had me drawing blood from him. His speed increased after that, and I released his mouth which landed on my breast, making me gasp, whimper and cry out uncontrollably. Francis was becoming frantic above me and his hand found the conjunction of my legs rubbing it mercilessly, until the building pleasure within me reached a mind numbing peak that robbed me of my breath. As I was descending from the heavenly feeling, I saw his face tense up and then relax at the same time as I felt a rush deep within me.
Francis released all his weight on me and started taking huge gulps of air as I was too trying to regain my breath. The world eventually stopped spinning and my mind started to regain its basic functions. Francis didn't move from above me or from within me but I didn't want him to. It was such a triumphant feeling, to have him so close, to be so intertwined, as intertwined as two people can be. He lifted his head and looked at me with an expression full of wonder and love. Then his eyes sparkled with mischief.
"You bit me" he said taking an indignant tone and after a pause, we both started laughing uncontrollably.