Chapter 4

The next morning Margaret was the first to awake, shivering, for the fire in the grate had long since died and her nightgown lay still somewhere out of sight. She moved closer to her still sleeping husband, taking care not to wake him up. When she studied his peaceful, relaxed face, a huge wave of happiness and gratitude built up in her breast. She still couldn't believe that this should only be the first day to wake up with him, the first of many days to come. When she thought about last night's proceedings – which she did immediately after seeing his long, strong arms on the blanket – she felt no shame or resentment at all. How often, when their gaze had met, had she wished nothing else but to slip inside him, to be one body and one soul. And now she knew that it really could happen. Being one flesh as well as one soul – short as the moment might has been in reality, it had felt like eternity. She just wondered if she might slip into his arms unnoticed when his eyelids blinked and he drew her into his embrace with a deep sigh.

„So this is really true"", he murmured, his words muffled into her tousled hair, and then, with his lovely smile coming up, „ ... and a very good morning to you, wife." She too smiled, seeking his face and slipping her naked arms around his neck.

„Good morning, husband mine." She felt the heat emerging from his skin and moved even closer against him. How delicious this was, each inch of her body somewhere touching John's, feeling his warmth slowly seeping through her skin, just indulging in the moment.

John found it harder to feel relaxed. He didn't want to offend her with his rather obvious morning arousal and kept shuffling around, trying to keep it out of contact. On the other hand he of course wished to be in contact as close as possible, his hands taking in every minute detail of her body, slowly stroking and caressing her. The first morning light crept through the closed curtains and he longed to drew back the blanket and to see what he now just felt. Had she modestly averted her gaze when he undressed last night? His hand cupped the perfect swell of her breast, so soft and yet firm, her skin feeling like silk. He followed its form with his fingers, sliding to its now crisp and erect center like iron to a magnet. Should he just ask her? She looked so serene, so at home, he dared not to disturb the moment.

„Well ..." she whispered, „... as we couldn't part without kissing good night ... shouldn't we kiss good morning as well?"

„Rules is rules, sweetheart!" he smiled and bade her his lips.

Margaret hesitated. How she loved this sensitive mouth. She'd seen it so often compressed in anger or sorrow and yet knew it to be capable of such tenderness, such passion and the sweetest of all smiles. Her finger traced John's lips, then moved to his now stubbly cheek. Gently she pulled his face close, never averting her eyes, her lips already parted. Their mouths met, just the tips of their tongues touching, probing and then entwining ... Oh this unbelievable sweetness! She felt like her heart was glued to his. She was lost to this man, for better, for worse, she simply couldn't resist. In this moment of complete intimacy John simply forgot to take further care of their body contact, so Margaret felt rather distinctly that her husband wanted her as much as she wanted him. His muscles moved under her touch and she remembered his naked body in the light of the fire. This heightened her passion even more and she impatiently rustled the sheets to see more of him. Again forgetting all her sense of propriety she knelt in the bed to have both her hands free, pushing down the blanket while her hands slid along his chest to this delicious place just above his hips. Although this was exciting she dared not going further, when she suddenly realized that John could very well see every part of her! Which he did!

John stared at his wife in amazement and Margaret instantly went crimson from head to toe. But then she realized that he was stunned by the prospect and not at all by her behaviour.

„You're so beautiful ...", his voice sounded hoarse with passion and he also sat up, his hands having to touch what was offered to his eyes so freely. He pulled her close on his lap, stroking and kissing her body gently into the sweetest submission, till at least she closed her arms and legs behind his back, sighing. His mouth found her neck ... her breasts - and her head dropped back helplessly, her hand stifling a moan. Their bodies cried for fulfilment, so they joined there and then, giving Margaret a somewhat clearer impression of how this was achieved. When she had slowly lowered down on him all her instincts forced her to move, but John gripped her hips with both his hands, keeping them still.

„Wait, my love, wait", he groaned, desperately trying to focus on something else but his bewitching wife and her undertakings.

Thumped on the ground from the heights of passion Margaret went instantly as still as a statue. Her hands closed before her face in despair. Oh, what had she done! Whenever she was with John she seemed to forget all the laws of propriety and her situation right now – she refused even to think about it!

John inwardly cursed himself for his want of self-restraint. Letting his strong arms slide upwards he pulled her as close as possible, cradling her still hidden face at his shoulder.

„Please, Margaret, embrace me again. I long so for your touch. You did nothing wrong, please, my love, lay your arms around me. It seems that I can't live any longer without your embrace".

Slowly, uncertainly, her arms slipped around his neck, but she still didn't move otherwise. He brought his mouth close to her ear, finding it difficult to speak to her about these things.

„My heart, I want us to reach our ... heights of passion ... together. But you're so sweet, so intoxicating, so beautiful, that my body tries to get the better of me. This was far too delicious, should you have moved only once more I couldn't have waited any longer. I'm simply lost to you. Can you forgive me for behaving so clumsily just now? Please, Margaret, look at me."

But she kept her head averted. His hands stroked her fingers in despair while he whispered on

„My sweet, my beloved Margaret. Please, let me kiss and comfort you. I love you so much, don't be angry with me."

„Angry?! How could I be angry with you!" Her eyes sparkled in their old, stubborn way. „I'm always afraid that you'd disapprove of my conduct … about ... me ..." Her voice faded.

„Disapprove?! I never would have dared to dream how wonderful it would be to share your bed! I never should want anything else! But I simply have to reign me in. I'll not leave you disappointed", he added ruefully. Then he kissed her eyes, her face, his lips creeping softly down to hers, all the while murmuring little reassuring words of love and desire. When he at least found her mouth their passion was rekindled in an instant, further heated by his fingers tracing down to the small of her back, sending sparks of excitement down her spine.

Margret's hips again found a rhythm of their own while she felt his strong hands holding her just there. She lost all control over her own actions and couldn't part with his mouth while her body melted completely in waves of passion. Steadily increasing the pace of her movements she felt a hot stream of such lust that she had to threw back her head, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Unfortunately, John chose just this moment to open his eyes, seeing his wife's beautiful face glowing, her body arching up with passion, her breasts proud and erect direct before him. This picture alone would have been enough to shatter the best man's intentions, not to mention the amount of pleasure this Amazone bestowed on him. He groaned, buried his face at her bosom and felt convulsion after convulsion, shaking his body to the bones.

Margaret this time was conscious of him throbbing and pulsating inside her, his face strained with passion. Sharing this was so intimate, she couldn't avert her eyes and was instantly carried along with him to her own release.

Recovering his senses John felt like there was no oxygen left for his brain, making proper thinking simply impossible. Whenever he had dared to imagine sharing a bed with Margaret, he'd never crossed the line of delicious but mute activities strictly between the sheets. Here he was, married for not twenty-four hours, sheets, well, must be somewhere for sure and regarding the volume of their lovemaking he was rather glad that there was a living room between the bedchamber and the hotel floor! He would never stop wondering about this woman he'd married, this woman who was so utterly different from her kind. He heard her breath becoming more regular again and felt her limbs relaxing around his body. Her back was damp with sweat and he suddenly felt the freshness of the room, so he simply let himself fall sideways, taking her with him, and felt for the blanked to pull it over them.

„Mmmhh", she sighed, seeking his gaze. „John, I never could have imagined anything like this. Are you sure this is what all married couples do?"

He grinned, then hesitated. Searching for the right words he at least said „Well, it seems to me that our marriage tends to be a rather passionate one. Of what I could say after this short time ..." And then adding, forgetting all caution „ ... my sweet Amazone ...". Like he'd forseen she blushed instantly.

„But you ... you always bring me to behave ... like that. You didn't give the impression of being offended, you know!" she answered accusingly.

„Indeed I'm not. Not at all." His voice became a whisper again „I love you. And I feel very much loved and wanted by you. I can't imagine any man on earth wanting more than what you give me."

Margret kissed him, sighed and rolled on her back, keeping his wonderful male hand at her cheek. It smelled like ... just like ... like John. Again she sighed, for in their silence she heard the rest of the house come to life. She didn't feel like washing or dressing or getting up at all, but she distinctly felt like breakfast.

„Are you hungry?" she asked, biting his fingertips playfully.

„It seems strange but I rather am. Not very romantic, I'm afraid."

„Well", she took the advantage of teasing him for once, „haven't you worked hard for your breakfast?" And giggling she pulled the blanket over her face.