Eden sits in front of the mirror attached to her vanity table, adjusting the orange blossom head dressing which kept her long ivory coloured lace veil in place, boarded with a flowery motif. Virginia had commissioned the dress for her as a wedding gift and Eden was thankful for it. It was beautiful, ivory coloured satin to match her veil. She thought white or blue would be pushing her luck so settled for off white, faded but more elegant for it. It was simple, small pearl buttons running down the middle of her chest before her full skirts flowed out from her hips and pooled around her feet, the crinoline hoop giving the skirts the fullness effect.
She had a crimson corset on underneath, for Gabriel alone to see.
She stared into the mirror and felt her mind turn over. It was the same dress she had seen in the dream and Eden wondered if the dreams had effected her choice or if she would have always have chosen this material and style. If she looked down would she small hand prints staining into the fabric? Eden stared into her eyes as her hand soothingly rubbed her belly, keeping the butterflies at bay. She had awakened before the sun had risen and changed into her embroidery covered chemise then the old red corset before Virginia had come in to help her dress, covering the corset with a white camisole.
For over a month herself and Gabriel had found places to be alone, places to enjoy each other. Late at night or early morning he wanted it, the fear that they would be discovered turning into excitement at it's prospect. Eden remembered the last time they had seen each other. She had come to say goodbye for they wouldn't see each other again until they were kneeled before a priest. It had been early morning, the sun still not up and Gabriel had been working on creating a new mechanism, to make the pocket watch he was working on run more precisely. She had gone down to the kitchen for some water, unable to sleep when she saw the soft gas light glow coming from under his door. She had stepped in quietly.
"It's almost half three in the morning Gabriel." His head stayed down, too intent on his work to hear her. She could probably bang a drum next to his ear and he wouldn't blink. Eden felt herself smile mischievously. She had just finished her monthlies a few days ago and she missed him exploring her. She crept up behind him and wrapped her arms around his back, hand moving down to stimulate his penis. That got his attention as he jerked up from his hunched position with a shocked gasp.
"Eden! I didn't even hear you come in."
"Sorry for giving you a fright. You don't mind awfully do you?" She trailed her finger up and down his rising erection and playfully bit his ear. He swivelled around on his chair and spun her around and then pulled her down on his lap. He manoeuvred them back around to his work table, the small pieces on it gleaming in the light of the nearby candles. He'd been drawing up a design.
He gathered her hair up into his hand, exposing the back of her neck to him, and kissed her, sucking on the skin hard. He had left love bites everywhere she permitted him to. On her feet, her legs, her belly and breasts. But nowhere that was visible to the eye.
"Mmm, Gabe. That will leave a mark. My hair will be up for the wedding."
He murmured against her neck and pulled his mouth away. "I want to kiss you all over. You're like my muse Edie." He pointed down to the design he had been working on. "I've had this idea for years but I could never turn it into anything productive, never really wanted to. And then you came to me and all of a sudden I've got this outlet, all these ideas flowing from me." He sounded exceptionally happy and excited.
"That's fantastic Gabriel. Amazing what a little pressure-relief will do…" She moved her hand behind her and groped for him, bending over the table to do so. She deftly undid his trousers and slipped her hand in, fisting him gently. He was hardening in her hand, hot and large. Eden was yearning for him to touch her.
"Has it past?" His voice was shaky.
"Yes, yes."
With that her hand was removed from inside his trousers and she was moved back against his chest. She felt his hands cupping each breast, pressing them together before moving his hands down her sides to her thighs. His fingers hooked the material of her night dress and started to hoist it up her legs till they were bare. Ever since they had started to do this with each other she had taken to shaving her legs again, not seeing the need to do so before when she was on her own, only when she felt the need to be smooth again. Now his hands slid up her silky skin and spread her thighs apart, left hand disappearing further up. She moaned in anticipation, leaning her head back against his shoulder.
He had fingered her many times and had become amazingly skilled at it. Knowing the nuances to either give her quick release or to draw it out and give her a big climax. He seemed to consider it a failure on his part if she not only didn't orgasm but the intensity of it wasn't what she craved. He was insatiable in his need for things being just right and perfect. Eden tilted her pussy towards his fingers that had been stroking up and down her thigh teasingly, wanting them on her. He kissed her neck, turning her around slightly, as his fingers brushed her wet curls and dipped into the source of her dampness. He drew his now wet fingers up her vagina, parting her already swollen lips and skimmed around her clit to rest two fingers above it. Eden was breathy heavily, trying to keep her voice down. Virginia was asleep next door.
"Gabe. Please touch it. I want you to do it hard, I can't wait any longer." He whispered words of agreement and she felt his fingers pressing down onto her clit, making her stomach twist at the touch. She gasped as he stared to move them in a clockwise motion, hard and slow at first. Her mound bucked up into his hand, and she stared to mew quietly. His other hand moved up her body, under her night dress, and held onto her breast as she stared to rock with his administrations.
Gabriel placed his lips to her ear, speaking low. "You said you would tell me of the things you did in the past when we get married. Tell me something now." His fingers had stopped moving and Eden took a needed breath. Then he stared again, this time rubbing harder and faster.
Eden moaned as she spoke "I - ohh yes- can't tell you yet, and not about, oh - what I did with others." You'll hate me.
Gabriel didn't speak further as his fingers moved down to her slit and inserted two fingers into her and started to stroke the tips of them inside her. Eden issued a chocked cry and his hand covered her mouth as she stared to thrust against his fingers roughly, tightening around them. Then they were pulled out and back to rubbing her clit. Eden drew in a stifled breath between his fingers and held it as she felt her orgasm building within her. She leaned over the table and he stood up, moving the watch pieces out of the way and lowered her over it, resting against her back. "Are you going to come now?"
Eden couldn't answer, she opened her mouth against his slackening hand and only a scream was shockingly released. He clamped his hand down again and fingered her more fiercely, rubbing his own arousal against her body. She could feel her pussy starting to convulse, getting wetter, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she came. The orgasm was immense, making her legs tremble and her fingers scratch along then table surface desperately. The pit of her belly was a firework display, shooting up into every part of her body. Soon the feeling started to fade and she slumped feebly against the table, his hand moving away from her mouth so she could breathe. She turned with his help and saw his face. It was the look she loved for it was one he kept well hidden. Eyes watching from below his brows, like a predator that has just spotted something it wanted to eat. Like her orgasm it started to fade and was replaced by a triumph, just as hungrily intense.
She had finished him off there, getting on her knees, after she had recovered. At first he didn't like doing anything in his shop and especially his mother's house. He would sometimes wake her in the night and encourage to get dressed and go to her house together. Once there Eden was free to use the techniques that she had been forced to learn out of necessity. This time the experience of servicing novel and welcome. It was then, she had been pumping him dry with her hand, she realised that this would be the last time she could call that small place her home. It would belong to Gabriel, everything she owned, all her property wouldn't be hers any longer. Even her wedding ring wasn't hers. She would belong to him, in almost every sense of the word.
Eden got up from her dressing table, smoothing her hands down the soft material and waited for Virginia to collect her. She pressed a hand to her voice box and the other to her belly.