*These next few chapters are graphic. I switched it from M to T because not all of the chapters will be like this. If you're not into this sort of thing, it's not crucial to the plot (you can assume what happens, or at least the gist of it) so just skip it. I'll warn you as I go along if any more M-related content comes up!*
Chapter 2
"Good morning, my Captain."
Upon hearing this sweet, musical whisper, Georg looked down from his reverie.
"Good morning, my love." He placed a kiss on the lips of his bride. "And how is the grand Baroness von Trapp this morning?"
"Oh just fine, I suppose, but I'll need to find her to ask her. Just to be sure." She started to lift her upper body off the mattress in preparation, but Georg had her waist before she knew it. Georg tickled her sides until she giggled and squirmed her way right back underneath him.
"I think I found her," he breathed into her ear, causing her to shutter. Maria could only respond by kissing Georg's neck. He then wrapped his forearm around the small of her back, allowing him to press into her, and her to arch into him.
The embrace immediately brought Maria back to the night before, their wedding night, when passion she never knew she possessed unfolded to wrap her in love and bliss beyond neither husband or wife's wildest dreams.
Pop!
Maria hopped backwards and gasped as Georg popped open the bottle of champagne he had chilled in their room. He only thought it best to spend their first night as husband and wife in their own bedroom, in their own home, and then to travel on towards their honeymoon destination in the morning.
Pouring some of the bubbling drink into two flutes and handing one over to his bride, Georg hugged Maria around the waist. Clinking the two glasses together he said, "To us. I can only count the blessings that you have given me every day and that I can attempt to make myself worthy of them. To our love and marriage being ever-lasting. Through our lives, our children, and all eternity."
The bride and groom kissed to that with a new urgency upon the natural realization that they were alone and wed. It didn't last for more than a few long moments and they pulled apart to briefly attend to the drinks in their hands.
"You know, Georg, I never had imagined to be here with a man, married, let alone with one as good as you. You may not realize it, but you have given me so much - a home, a family, a new ability to love, and you returned that love. I thank you for all of that and promise to love you every day for it."
Maria reached up and lingered her lips onto Georg's. He caught them and dragged his tongue against her lips, begging entrance into the new territory. She parted her lips and their tongues began to dance to the music of their love and heavy breathing, exploring new expanses in each other's mouths. Finally needing air, Georg pulled back a bit and trailed kisses along her jaw line, stopping at her ear to whisper "I love you" into one, then trailing the other way to her left to nibble at the lobe.
Suddenly fighting with her knees to keep her stability, Maria clutched Georg's jacket with one hand, moaning loudly. Knowing that at this point he had to take responsibility and allow Maria to get more comfortable, Georg took the initiative and placed their flutes on a nearby table and took Maria's hand.
"I know this is all so very new to you, so we are going to take things at whatever pace you so choose." He lifted her hand to kiss it. "How about you go into the bathroom to change? I'll stay out here so you can come out whenever you're ready, my love."
"Alright, darling, but may you please undo back of my dress?" Maria asked this question with a noticeable trace of nervousness, knowing that this was going to be the most intimate action they had embarked upon so far, but it had to be done.
"Of course," Georg said, just as nervous, because he hoped Maria was not nervous from being put off by his suggestion to change or going back on being comfortable alone with him. Maria turned around and he reached forward to the top button, down to the second, then third. After a few more he realized there was a zipper beneath the first set of buttons. Before he knew it, his hands were down to the small of her back, at the end of the zipper, so he reached back up and began to pull the zipper down. He was careful not to let his finger slide down her spine, as not to scare her by such an intimate touch.
"Thank you, Georg." She turned her head to reveal a slight blush and smile, to which he was so relieved, all he could muster in response was a small "Mmm" and nod, although she couldn't see or possibly hear him since she was walking away.
Once in the bathroom, Maria sat on the edge of the tub, relieved that she could have a moment to gather her thoughts. From the very beginning, she knew that she loved Georg with all she had. With this, came immense trust. She knew he would take care of her. But after that first time, what if she wasn't enough?
Georg was a man of the world, twenty-five years her senior, with seven children. She was all but twenty-two, plucked from the mountains, and up to this point had planned on being a nun for the rest of her life. The stark contrasts between the couple was no exception when it came to this. He had been with others and had a standard to hold Maria up to. She was terrified that after one time, she would never live up to his expectations.
Maria also didn't know what to expect of herself. She knew of the pain, but what led up to it? What about after - should she just lay there, would it hurt for the whole time?
She figured that there was only one way to find out, and reached for the trousseau that had been laid out for her in the bathroom. It was white lace, heavy enough to not be completely see-through. There were no sleeves, but the straps were relatively large, and a small ribbon reaching around the bodice. It modestly, yet gracefully, flowed to her ankles, something that complemented Maria perfectly.
Although she quickly made a mental note of the spacious bathroom equipped with the large bathtub, shower, and vanity, she didn't dare look into the reflection she knew was there. Maria knew that it would scare her out of her wits, afraid that what she saw would never be enough for Georg. She was already so afraid of the fact that she didn't need a physical reminder that it may possibly be true.
Finally emerging from the bathroom, Maria spotted Georg in silk burgundy pajamas over by the fireplace of their room, tending to the flames. She favored lingering over on the side of the room where she stood to admire him instead of making her presence known. She thought of his seemingly skillful way of doing any task he began. Somehow it made her feel more connected to him. Warmer, safer… To finally be alone and content with someone as wonderful as Georg.
'Yes,' she thought. 'Nothing will ever compare to us. And he will make our lives together as blissful as he can.'
As she thought this, Georg stood and turned to see his bride, catching his breath in the back of his throat. Simultaneously, Maria began to inch towards him and Georg reached his hand out to her. Once she reached him, she immediately melted into him, becoming one moving pattern.
Their mouths at play, they could let their hands roam over the other, sending new shocks and waves. Georg held Maria's head against his own, bringing their kiss to a deeper level, while his other hand began to trace the length of her spine. Upon reaching the small of her back, Maria whimpered into Georg's mouth, causing him to hold her even tighter.
Suddenly, Maria felt something completely new against her stomach, but after stiffening in reaction and realizing what it was, she felt horrible for shying away.
"I'm sorry," she barely whispered.
"No, no, my love," Georg brought his hands up to her shoulders and kissed her nose. "It's quite alright. Come." He took her hands in his, and led her to a comfortable, yet spacious armchair nestled next to the fire. Georg sat, then led Maria to sit across his lap.
Maria immediately nestled into the spaced between Georg's neck and shoulder. Kissing her hair, he held her close and drew meaningless circles on her back, and arm. The serenity of this scene sent a new wave of love for her husband through Maria. She lifted her chin and began trailing kisses along Georg's jaw, and reached up to grab his chin.
When she got up to his ear, Georg tried to suppress a groan so he wouldn't scare her, but began to grab at the fabric of her nightgown. Maria took note of this and thrived in the feeling of her emitting this reaction from her husband.
Finally, Georg shifted his head slightly and nibbled on her ear lobe once more, suckling down the new, sweet, and smooth territory of her neck. Maria began to moan and grab at the collar of his night shirt. With each new attack of Georg's tongue or fingers, Maria was sure another morsel of her mind was melting.
After tugging a few times in response, Maria unconsciously began to fumble with the buttons on Georg's shirt. Realizing what she was doing, Georg lifted up his head to give her better access. As he did so, Maria's hands paused their task and she looked up to find his approval. Georg only pierced into her eyes accompanied by that mind-numbing half-smile of his, and whispered, "As you wish."
Biting her lip, Maria smirked, blushed and picked up her task. Winding her way down the shirt, loosening it from under her leg, Georg's dark chest hair began to peek through and when all of the buttons were opened and the shirt spread apart, she could see that it was sprinkled across a well molded breast plate. 'More like an athlete than a retired Navy Captain,' she thought.
After drinking in the fresh view of the sight, Maria inhaled and began to rake her fingers over Georg's chest, causing him to moan. He shrugged off the now useless piece of clothing and Maria wrapped her arms around Georg's hips, bending her neck to kiss his collarbone. His moan then became a hungry growl and he scooped down, burying his mouth into the hollow of her neck.
Georg sucked and licked Maria's collarbone, reaching up to hook his fingers under the straps of her nightgown. He looked up into her eyes, which had lids heavy with lust, asking for permission. "As you wish," she replied huskily. Georg gently slid his fingers over her shoulders and moved the straps away. All that was holding up the top of the gown was Maria's ample bosom. Hesitating for a second, Georg wasn't left with another second to think before Maria shrugged the straps down herself, exposing her bare torso.
Gently tracing her torso, up and over her shoulders, Georg looked up to find Maria searching his face for a grimace of disappointment. All she got was that smile and a sweet "Belle" from her husband. Maria cocked her head to the side.
"Belle, beaux, parfait," Georg mused. "All beautiful, all you, my love." Maria had all she could do to not break down at such sentiment. "You'll need to get comfortable with that truth. And with the language. The French prefer you to have a grasp on their language if you're immersed in their culture for more than a month."
"Oh Georg!" Maria snaked her arms around her husband's neck and held him close. "You're too good to me." After the wedding and finally being alone and distracted, she had forgotten to pry their honeymoon destination out of Georg.
"No," he replied. "You're too good to me. Nothing will ever match what you mean to me. You are invaluable. My beloved," he whispered into her ear as she peppered kisses onto his neck. Georg knew he could now move along a little more.
He took Maria's hands and led her to stand up once more, causing her nightgown to flow like water down her legs, pooling to their feet. Georg reached down and traced around Maria's left breast and could feel her pulse through the warm skin beneath his hand. All at once he cupped her breast and captured her mouth.
Maria brought her hand up to Georg's hair and began to rake through it, slowly pulling at the strands. She unconsciously pushed his head downwards a bit and he bent down to begin encircling her pink nipple into the cavern of his mouth. The moans that escaped her mouth to reach his ears were more musical than any note she would ever hit or any word she would ever say.
What was more, Georg felt more masculine that when he received high decoration or stood aboard a ship after battle. He knew those sounds and these actions would only ever be for him, which struck him to his core.
He reached down and scooped Maria, clad only in her silk panties, into his arms and carried her over to the large, king sized bed, laying his bride gently on top.
*TBC
