Author-s note: What everyone has been waiting for - the start of the honeymoon! The song I listened to while writing this chapter was the almost-sex song from Eclipse - "My Love" by Sia if anyone is interested. Really set the mood. ;)
Proceed with caution - this is an M-rated chapter.
The Honeymoon - Part 1***
The day was finally coming to a close, the sun taking refuge behind the line of clouds approaching from the east. The festivities were starting to wind down in preparation of sending the newlyweds off on their honeymoon. Beau was doing his very best to avoid his snickering cousins who, in preparation of his wedding night, seemed bent on embarrassing the day lights out of him. He thought that if they made one more crack about losing his virginity he might actually snap.
Archie eventually called everyone to gather around, concluding the evening by first having Beau retrieve Edythe's garter. Their guests whooped obnoxiously - mostly Kirill and Eleanor - as Edythe was led to a chair set up on the middle of the dance floor. She made a show of rolling her eyes, but it might have been to cover up her own embarrassment from the way she avoided Beau's gaze as he kneeled before her after removing his tux jacket and handing it to Archie.
Beau shared her mortification but was determined to power through it. Pretending very hard that he wasn't reaching up under his wife's dress in plan view of their extended family, Beau pushed the satin of her dress up carefully, exposing the soft skin of her legs. Careful to angle Edythe in such a way that no one got too much of a show, he brought one of her legs over his bent knee, snaking his hands up quickly to shimmy the band down from her thigh. Once it was just above her knee he dipped his face under her dress, yanking it off the rest of the way with his teeth. When he finally had the silver and blue piece of fabric in his hands, Beau expertly shot it into Ivan's laughing face, who was almost too shocked to catch it.
Lauren looked at Beau sweetly, wrapping her arms around her mate with a flutter of her eyelashes. This made his brothers turn their teasing on a suddenly uncomfortable Ivan. Beau was more than glad to have the attention shifted as he smoothed Edythe's dress back down, pulling her into a quick kiss.
It was Edythe's turn next. The females of their family gathered enthusiastically as she stood on the chair and prepared to throw her bouquet. She spun around and tossed it lightly, still somehow managing to flick it towards her own intended target.
"Awesome!" Eleanor pumped the fist that was clenched around the flowery arrangement. She grinned at her husband. "You know what this means Royal! Ready to marry me all over again?"
"Of course," he replied easily, striding over to her and planting a deep kiss on her mouth.
Edythe reached over to hug her sister then, smiling up at her too sweetly. "Well I hope you'll return the favor and make me your maid of honor, El."
Before Royal could warn her against it, Eleanor had agreed immediately. He glared at the smaller vampire, perhaps, like Beau, sensing the beginning of Edythe's revenge for the Madonna stunt. Whatever she had in mind sure to be spectacular and Beau made a mental note to find a way to get in on it.
The sky was a hazy orange now instead of its normal grey, officially announcing the end of the day and the welcoming of the night. Tanvir elbowed Beau, raising his eyebrows suggestively, but Beau kept his eyes straightforward.
Carine called the party to order. "And so ends another wonderful day. I believe it is time now to send the bride and groom off, right?"
Archie nodded, linking elbows with the newlyweds. He lead their small procession through the house, instructing the guests to go around the front to form the traditional funnel to see them off. But before he let them go out the door, he turned to Beau sternly.
"Thirty-six," he stated simply, glaring at Beau until he nodded exasperatedly. Edythe giggled behind her hand, understanding immediately what the number meant. He turned to her wearily. "I don't suppose I could just convince you to change out of the dress now?"
She flashed her teeth at him. "Not a chance. I plan on making good use of this dress." Edythe was clearly enjoying how much her husband was enjoying her dress and wanted to keep the magic going.
Archie tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Would you change your mind if i told you you'll be running almost three dozen miles in it?"
Edythe looked at him curiously, trying to pull from his mind what he was withholding. She was the only one still not sure where the honeymoon was taking place, only knowing it wouldn't be too far from home with Beau still a newborn. Archie hung tough, however, still keeping her out of the details as he silently pleaded with her.
"No," she said finally. "That's not too far so I doubt the dress will be in any danger. It's not like we're in any rush."
"Speak for yourself," Beau whispered, ducking low so his breath ghosted over her collarbone. She shuddered.
Archie groaned. "You're gonna ruin it! I just know it."
"Arch, give me some credit please." Beau gave his brother his most convincing smile. But the short-haired vampire continued to glower.
"He's more attached to the dress than I am," Edythe said, slightly amused.
Archie ignored her with another sigh, pushing the pair towards the front door. The door opened then to the waiting crowd. Beau grabbed Edythe's hand and together they crossed over the entrance into the lawn, ducking their heads to the onslaught of rice being flung at them. They stopped just long enough to hug and give quick pecks to their parental figures before dashing out into the forest, Beau leading the way.
Beau was visibly in high spirits, not only to be alone with his wife but also eager to show Edythe all the hard work their family had put towards building their cottage. He knew her reaction would be well worth all the effort. It would also technically be his first time seeing everything one hundred percent completed and he was curious to see how it had all shaped up.
Edythe was just as excited, though still in the dark as they traveled farther north into uninhabited areas as the sky fell around them. She recognized scent trails from each member of her family, even their cousins as they went further along. She wasn't sure what to expect but she wasn't nervous, confident in following her new husband as they drove through the trees.
Beau slowed to a more leisurely pace as they got closer to their new home. Before they crossed into the clearing, he held his hands out to Edythe. She raised an eyebrow but stepped into his arms only to squeal as he scooped her up into a princess carry.
"Really?" She laughed, throwing her arms around his neck. She reached up to dislodge some of the rice that clung to his hair. "What are you doing?"
"I thought you were all about the traditions?" He replied lightly as he carried her into the partially hidden meadow. "I'm pretty sure carrying the bride over the threshold of the new home is one of the bigger ones."
She looked confused until she smelled the timber and plaster, getting closer with each step. Her eyes widened as she realized they were at their destination, a little cottage in the middle of the woods, back-lit by the setting sun. It looked cozy, but impressive still now that it was finished. Edythe's lips parted slightly as she took in the quaint building.
"Welcome home," Beau said a little smugly as he absorbed her awe, hitching her closer so he could open the door. He stepped over the threshold, kissing the top of her head as he did.
"How...?" She was at a loss for words as her eyes flickered around the front room, taking in the dark floorboards, the stone fireplace in the corner, and the new furniture set.
"Archie," Beau said as an explanation. "We've been at this for the past week in our spare time. And of course everyone pitched in, too. It was a team effort."
"You built me a house?" Her words were so soft and full of emotion he could barely hear her.
Beau shrugged around her. "Yeah, kinda."
"You built me a house." Her words were almost reverent now.
He didn't get a chance to respond before Edythe attacked him, pulling him close so she could kiss him deeply. He was so shocked by her vigor he nearly dropped her. With a deep chuckle he kissed her back just as fiercely, gripping her more firmly.
"I guess you like your gift?" He asked against her lips.
Edythe pulled away slightly, her eyes bright. "Of course! Oh Beau! It's wonderful."
"Well to be fair you've only seen the entry so far," he replied. "Let's make sure it's up to your standards first before you start throwing around compliments."
Still cradling Edythe to his chest he walked her through the rest of the cottage. She seemed to get more awestruck the more he showed her, marveling at all the work her family had put into building this house for them. They lingered next to the grand piano that was Earnest's personal gift to his daughter, Edythe reaching out to caress the smooth ivory gently, clearly touched. Beau concluded the tour with the their new bedroom, hesitating only slightly as he entered.
"Our room," he said unnecessarily. He kept his eyes on her face as she drank in the room, bathed in rich colors from wall to carpet, her eyes finally landing on the impressive bed. If she found it as intimidating as Beau did, she hid it well. Aside from the slight tremble of her lower lip, she remained impassive and serene.
Edythe leaned her head against his chest, smiling into him. "I still can't believe it. This is amazing, Beau... Thank you."
"Really can't take all the credit. You'll have to thank Archie really."
"I will," she promised. "Later. When we go back."
He nodded, a lump in his throat, knowing later would be a ways out.
Slowly he put her on her feet, keeping his hands on her hips as he steadied her. Edythe kept her face carefully turned away from Beau, one hand on the post of the bed, looking out the large glass window that took up the whole of the north wall. It was dark outside now, the sky closer to purple against the green backdrop of trees. As he watched her, she stepped out of her heels casually, gathering the end of her dress up in one hand so she could move more freely. Edythe flittered around the room, trailing her hand across the dark oak of the dressers, still looking away, saying nothing.
When she got to the back wall, Edythe reached up at human speed, drawing the heavy curtain across to block out the outside world. The only sound was the slight clinking of the curtain rings as it slid into place, echoing in the otherwise silent home. Beau realized then that it was so quiet because neither of them were breathing.
With her task done, Edythe finally turned her face back to her husband. She no longer looked impassive, but instead unwavering. The tension in the room was palpable, electric.
Lightly, she crossed the room until she was in front of Beau. She put her hand on his chest, prompting him wordlessly to take a breath. He did, as did she at the same moment. Beau placed his hand over hers, over the place where his heart no longer beat but would have been racing a sprint if it could, something they both knew. She looked up at him, her swirling eyes betraying her own butterflies.
This was it, the moment they could finally be as alone with each other as they wanted. It didn't need to be said out loud, it was simply understood. They could be joined in new and exciting ways, the prospect both tantalizing and nerve wracking. But they trusted each other, loved each other. It was new territory that they would cross into together.
That gave them confidence, knowing this was something they were share together, figuring out where their new intimacy could take them. They remembered then that this wasn't supposed to face with trepidation; this was a moment of joy, excitement. A chance to love each other in a new way.
He smiled down at her and she returned the gesture.
"I love you," she proclaimed softly.
"I know," he replied. He squeezed her hand once. "And I love you too."
Edythe stepped away from him then, dropping his hand as she walked towards the attached bathroom. He drank in the hypnotic roll of her hips, accented by the slender shape of her waist. Her words reached him from far away and he had to make himself lift his eyes to her face so he could concentrate. "I think I'd like to shower first," she said in a carrying whisper.
"Okay," Beau agreed, taking a full breath. He waited for her to disappear into the tiled space, thinking her absence might give him time to get his head on straight, wound up as he already was.
But Edythe continued to look at Beau from over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering. "Well? Aren't you coming?"
Beau froze for a heartbeat but didn't need to be asked a second time. He was behind her then, his hands on her hips and his face buried in the crook of her neck. She sighed contently as his body pressed against her.
"Need some help getting out of this dress?" The rich timber of his voice betrayed his desire, overpowering the slight warbling as he spoke.
The invite was finely laced with implication, a promise towards what was to follow. Edythe found herself unable to speak. She nodded almost demurely.
His fingers inched up her waist, finding the first button on the center of her back, popping it open with a satisfying sound. He could have made quick work of the dress, but knew hastiness would take away from this moment, on top of earning him Archie's swift anger. He resolved to take as much time as he could stand undoing each button, trailing his fingers across the skin of her upper back purposefully with each unfastened. Edythe impatience was palpable, however, from the way she held her breath again, standing unnaturally still. He couldn't help but to find it amusing, seeing the effect he seemed to be having on her.
The trail was long, ending at the dip above her full bottom. Beau was kneeling as he undid the last few buttons, kissing along her spine reverently. No sooner had the final loop been undone and Edythe was shaking herself from the garment, slipping the bodice from her slight form.
Beau stood slowly, taking her waist again as she stepped out of the dress. The slip she wore under was strapless and flimsy. The material was both silky and shiny, but so thin he could almost see through it. Of this she seemed well aware, automatically wrapping her arm lightly around her chest as she turned to him. Her smile was coquettish, a hint of nerves still apparent.
He began pulling the pins from her hair, the elaborate curls falling free as rice clattered loudly to the wooden floor. Beau's eyes were locked with hers as he moved his hands through her bronze locks easily, finding no tangles, of course. She was perfect in any state, even when she should have been disheveled after a day of dancing and running through the forest. Beau placed the clips he retrieved on the nearby dresser. With the last pin gone, she shook out her hair in beautiful cascading waves.
He cupped her face gently. Her ocher eyes were wide, wild looking, her normal facade of calm gone. Beau leaned in slowly, kissing the tip of her nose first, then her forehead, each of her cheeks, and at last her lips. This kiss was like the first ones from when he had still been human - tender, restrained, careful. He wanted her to feel safe, to release the tension he felt from her coiled muscles.
His slow pace seemed to be having an effect. Edythe moved her arm from its protective position around her body, drawing both of her hands to Beau's collar. She loosened his bow tie first, then undid buttons of his dress shirt. Beau kept his eyes on her face as she removed the garment, dropping it on top of her gown. She hesitated just for an instant before pressing herself to his bare chest. Beau kept his hands still until Edythe released a breath and curled into him, finally letting himself hold her as she melted. His touch was light, so as to not frighten her with the fervor that was boiling under his skin.
She appreciated his gentleness, loved him for the care he displayed, but knew she was not so fragile. Edythe wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him in so she could taste his lips. In the same motion, she lifted herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Beau could feel the heels of her feet pressing into his back, her thighs squeezing him as she clung to his body. He couldn't think, he could only feel. He reached his hand under her, grabbing her upper thigh with one hand to hoist her up, gathering Edythe's long hair in his other clenched hand as their lips locked. He pressed her against the wall as the kiss grew frenzied, their desire taking hold over all else. Her soft whimpers punctuated the air each time their mouths met, her hips grinding down on him seductively.
He could feel his excitement growing with her every move and knew he needed to do something before he lost his nerve. He kicked off his shoes quickly, bringing his wife into the bathroom. Wordlessly, he carried Edythe towards the shower stall, stepping over the threshold as they continued to kiss. Somehow he managed to turn the dials and keep his other hand firmly locked under her body.
She chuckled as the stream washed over them, plastering her hair down her back and her silky camisole to her body. "I don't think this is how showers are supposed to work - there's too much clothes involved."
"We should fix that," he replied huskily, finally letting his eyes roam her form hungrily, taking in the swell of her breasts and the dark pink of her nipples through the flimsy slip. She might have flushed under his scrutiny if there were still ample blood in her veins.
He released her then, allowing Edythe to stand on her own. She immediately began undoing his belt, ripping off his soaking wet slacks and boxers with them. He in turn pulled her slip over her head, tossing it clear into the next room.
They took a moment to fully observe each other appreciatively, before crashing into each other once more with renewed vigor, any pretense of modesty gone now. His hands found her pert breasts, kneading the mounds as they kissed with the stream cascading over their bodies. She reacted easily, squirming in his touch and arching her back. His length pressed against her thigh then, his desire evident. She didn't shy away, though, instead pressing back as she traced her nails along his muscular back. He growled against her mouth.
He wanted her - bad - there was no denying it the way things were. Beau knew it was important, however, to take his time and not rush. And so he pulled away and slid his body down hers, intent on trying something he had only fantasized about.
Beau was on his knees before her, ready to worship. He wrapped his fingers around the band of her silk panties, shredding them in his overeagerness. With the offending garment gone, he was free to gaze upon every inch of her exposed flesh for the first time. And he was floored by her beauty.
He drew his hands reverently from her rounded hips and down her supple thighs. The skin was warm from the heat of the water, he noticed, as he marveled at the soft texture. She was solid, of course, but somehow she still felt like velvet to his touch. Beau ran his hands up her backside, cupping her as he pulled her closer.
Her hands were on his shoulders as she leaned over him, her wet hair forming a curtain around them, partially blocking his view of her face. Leaving one hand planted firmly on her ass, he reached the other up to tuck her locks behind her ear. As he observed her face, he saw lust in her suddenly pitch black eyes, perhaps rivaling his own.
Edythe watched him, her lips bowed, the shower spray pouring from her features to his upturned face. In his eyes she could read a question, see he was waiting for her permission. She arched her back low so she might kiss his lips, pouring every ounce of love she had for him into that single gesture. It was the answer he had been looking for.
When she pulled away, Beau brought his lips to her flat stomach, following the steadily dripping water to a low triangle of dark curls. He covered the expanse with slow kisses while moving one hand to her inner thigh, spreading her legs slightly so he might explore. She was warmer still here, along her sex, so much so he might have thought he would feel a racing pulse. Instead it was the softest flesh he had ever known, practically begging to be teased. Slickness dripped here as he caressed her gently until she opened up to him, her hips rolling forward.
The hand that cupped her ass moved to her thigh, lifting her leg so he could lay it over his shoulder. With her laid before him so eagerly, Beau could not help himself but to lap across the expanse, his tongue finding the delicate folds even more intoxicating than her mouth. Her wetness was sweet on his lips as he drank her in, nibbling on her sex and drawing more emphatic moans from his bride.
Her fingers dug into his hair, yanking lightly as she found herself overcome with pleasure. Edythe realized she could not control the shivers that racked through her each time she felt his hot breath on her skin. It was like she was on fire, the source of heat from where her most intimate place was being mercilessly enticed by Beau's tongue. She was grinding against his mouth, held in place only by his groping hands on her body; she had one leg wrapped around his shoulder, her back against the slippery tiled wall, and was balancing uneasily on the tip of her shaking toes.
Beau could see she was teetering on the brink of something immense from the readiness of her sex. She was responding to his every touch with such eagerness he thought she might burst soon with waves of pleasure. And as much as he wanted to see her fall apart in his arms, he knew he wanted to draw it out longer. He let his tongue ease out of her folds, teasing along the outer walls of her entrance. He could feel the muscles in her thigh contract as he kissed there, bringing his fingers to tease her clit in circular motions. As he did this, his thumb would brush against her entrance; it quickly became soaked.
Edythe was whimpering, the sound the tiniest of mews beneath the rushing sound of water but still clear as day to his heightened senses. "Please," she moaned, need saturating her tone. "Oh, please, Beau."
Beau was bursting with pride for having gotten her so worked up. "Yes, Edythe?" He kept his mouth to her thigh as he spoke. "Tell me what you need."
"More," she admitted with a sigh.
"Here?" he asked as his thumb slid along her sex.
"Yes," she exclaimed, pushing her body down unconsciously.
"Hmm." Beau brought his lips against her soft flesh, kissing her gently. Then, using his thumb, he spread her intimately, deepening the kiss.
Her answering moan filled the bathroom and might have echoed throughout the house.
"Yes, definitely here," he said cockily before dipping his tongue inside her swiftly. She bucked her hips at the sensation, pushing his head against her, spurring him on.
He pressed in deeper, feeling her flesh squeeze him as her insides pulsed wildly. Her taste flooded his mouth and he could feel himself getting dizzy from the aroma of her arousal. It was as if her normal scent had been heightened a hundred times over, concentrated between her legs.
She was getting closer still, if her moans were any indication. Edythe was drowning out the rushing stream from the faucet with her voice, her own wetness coating her thighs more freely.
Two of his fingers joined his tongue, curling inside her easily. She gasped aloud. He worked his fingers in and out at a slow, sensual pace though his tongue stayed between her folds. Her hips rocked to match his patterned movements, grinding faster as he brought her to the edge of reason. His name spilled from her lips almost inaudibly in comparison to her gasps of pleasure.
And then all at once it became too much to take and she was tumbling over the height of passion, her arousal at its peak and tearing through her body in ripples. Edythe pulled her husband closer as the shockwaves grew and nearly collapsed as her orgasm petered out slowly. His hands held her steady as she visibly trembled and slid down the wall of the shower.
Beau eased her into a sitting position in front of him, reaching up to shut off the water. Edythe appeared to have difficulty breathing despite her lack of need for air. He stroked her hair comfortingly, pulling her to his chest, whispering to her words of affection and admiration. She hummed quietly into his skin, still shaken from the intensity she had experienced.
When she had stopped shivering, he scooped her into his arms, careful not to jostle her as he stood. He carried her to the marble counter, sitting her on the edge before grabbing a fluffy towel from the closet. He returned and patted her dry, wringing out her hair softly and then sliding the towel around her lithe frame. Beau kissed her hands, her feet, her cheeks over and over.
She watched him shyly, a wiry smile on her face. "Wow," Edythe said finally. "So that's what El's been raving about for the last three-quarters of a century."
He chuckled but then looked her over gingerly. "Are you okay?"
"Much better than okay," she promised, caressing his face. She then folded her arms around his neck, breathing him in heavily.
He held her like this for a moment that might have been an hour, maybe more. They synced their breathing up together as their skin lost the heat it had stolen from the shower and the fog of the mirrors seeped away. They said nothing for the longest time, just marveling in each others' closeness, not needing words to mar the serenity.
Once they were sufficiently cooled, Beau picked her up again and carried her into their bedroom. She smiled, finding she was learning to enjoy being treated like a princess.
He sat her on the bed and she pulled him down with her, pressing his body on top of hers with only the towel separating them. She swept his wet bangs from his face before kissing him sweetly.
Beau pulled her legs around so she was laying back on the bed with him hovering above her. They were content to just kiss for now between whispered 'I love you's and feather light touches. Edythe ran her fingers through his hair, the caress as familiar as her voice to him. He in turn planted his face in the hallow of her neck, kissing her each time she released a gasp of air. Their legs were entwined as they lay there together, their skin connecting easily as if they where two paired puzzle pieces. It was easy, far easier than they might have suspected, to simply be here together like this.
Beau couldn't say what changed, but something did very subtly. He was simply watching Edythe as she combed out her hair with her fingers when suddenly the desire to feel her overwhelmed his senses again.
She saw the change in his posture, the maroon of his eyes slowly morphing to black, sending a thrill through her. Edythe sat up slightly, propped up on her elbows. A purr was building in her chest. He brushed her hair over her shoulder before running the back of his hand down her throat. Slowly, he reached out and tugged her towel away from her body. As her creamy skin was exposed once more, she found her earlier nerves were nowhere to be found. There was only excitement. And desire.
"Beau," she whispered lovingly. Her eyes were bright. She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling his body to hers.
"Edythe," he responded breathlessly, lowering himself to her. He kept most of his weight off her, bracing himself on his arms that were framed around her face. He kissed her once, twice, three times on her parted lips. Then he shifted to hold himself up on one side, sliding his other hand down her body. He moved over her breasts, teasing them lightly, and down her stomach. Her legs were spread for him, allowing Beau to easily caress her sensitive flesh, running his fingers around her opening and across her soft thighs.
His eyes were locked with hers as his fingers slipped inside her suddenly, watching as her mouth formed a tiny 'o' as the sensation swept through her. He dipped them inside her deeper, pressing his thumb against her clit as he did, feeling her clench around him.
Edythe was biting down on her lower lip, holding in her moans, so he pressed his mouth against hers then. Using his tongue, he parted her lips so her whimpers were released. She kissed him feverishly, driven on by his touch. Her wetness was seeping down her thighs, coating his fingers as they moved together.
A third finger entered her then, curling intimately inside her sex. She was gasping for air against his mouth, her body once again racked with pleasure. Edythe was gripping Beau tightly, her nails scratching his back as she held on. His answering growl was throaty, stirring her up as only he could.
Again, that familiar electric charge that surged between them was building, but this time there was no need to pull away, no one to interrupt. Instead they were free to enjoy each others' body as much as they wanted, in their private bubble. It was like nothing existed outside of their desire for each other.
Their eyes met once more and something that did not need words was conveyed.
Beau pulled away only to place himself firmly at her entrance, his arousal swollen with want. Edythe held her breath, stilling as she braced herself. He reached for her then, one hand around her lower back, joining them together as he entered her with a slow thrust.
She tightened instantly, her legs still clenching around him. Beau rubbed her back as he moved, just the slightest of prodding, pressing inside her.
"Breathe," he whispered to her, holding himself as still as possible even though every facet of his body was driving him on. "Just breath." Her eyes were tightly closed as she took in a haphazard breath. "Good. Now look at me, Edythe."
Slowly, she forced her eyes open. She recognized the worry on Beau's face, his concern for her overpowering his longing.
"I love you." He kissed her lips lightly. "I won't hurt you," he promised.
She nodded, taking a few more calming breaths. "I'm fine," she said quietly, feeling better as she listened to his steady breathing. Edythe offered him her widest smile, flashing her dimples at him. "It's okay. I love you, too."
He slid his hand to her upper back as he moved his hips forward carefully, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She kept her breathing in sync with his, however, forcing her muscles to stay relaxed.
By doing this, she was able to feel instead a gentle rush of pleasure as he moved inside her. It was a different feeling from that of his fingers, obviously, filling her up completely and brushing her walls with his movements. It was a little uncomfortable but not painful as she might have been taught as a schoolgirl. It was a slow build of pressure, intense in a familiar way from their escapade in the shower, she recognized.
A tiny gasp escaped her mouth and Beau stopped again. Edythe shook her head quickly. "No, don't stop," she whimpered. "It feels good - keep going."
Spurred on by her admission, Beau pushed himself fully inside her now, grunting as she gripped him completely. He paused for a fraction of a second to marvel at the intensity of being joined with Edythe before her heavy breaths pushed him on.
He moved his hand from her back to her waist now, gripping her firmly as he experimentally rocked his hips back and forth. Her answering moans were encouraging. Still holding himself up on one arm, he lowered his frame as he moved inside her deep again. The effect was immediate.
She seized his lips, pulling his full weight on top of her easily. Her passionate kisses seemed to be asking him for more, which he was only too happy to give her. He held her close, sliding his length into her wet folds over and over again, pulling out only to fill her up hungrily again. Her hips rose to meet his strokes, her pert breasts bouncing with each thrust.
The wetness of her sex dripped across him, spilling over her thighs. He could hardly think for how good it felt inside her, so hot and tight. Her body was quaking as he pressed into her, sometimes with quick thrusts, sometimes deep and hard. Edythe couldn't seem to get enough, moaning his name loudly, tugging his ear between her teeth.
Her lustful voice was the final straw, bringing him to orgasm inside her. His whole body tensed, a guttural sound tearing through his chest. He held her close, feeling her sex quiver as she joined him, her pleasure melting into his. But he was not done with her yet.
A cacophony of his groans, her whimpers, and the strained squeaking of the metal framed bed flooded the home as the made love vivaciously through the night and well onwards until they lost all sense of time. There was no satiating their lust, nothing to curb their need for each other.
Beau didn't think he would ever tire of the sound of her pleasure, content to drive her crazy, stirring her up by rolling her clit between his fingers between thrusts, taking her supple breast between his lips when she arched her back upwards. She was beyond beautiful to him as waves of ecstasy spread through her body making her shiver and twist, her toes curling as she pulled him in.
For Edythe her pleasure derived in the knowledge that their pleasure was shared. She could feel his every movement, feel his excitement as it spread from his touch. This was him unfiltered, laying his every desire out before her, as they experienced this moment that was a first for both of them. In his dark eyes, she saw his love for her, his thirst for her body, his joy for their connection on this level. She might never know his mind as she could another's, but at least she knew his heart and soul where he could hide nothing. It was more than enough. She knew him more intimately now as only she alone ever would. This Beau - enthralling, sexy, unrestrained - was hers and only hers.
As she watched him then, her desire grew. In a quick motion she had them flipped over, Beau laying on his back with Edythe smugly on top. This had ways been her favorite position, to look at him from above and watch the light catch the red undertones in his hair. Now the position gave her the added benefit of setting the pace as she traced his muscular chest, brushing over his broad shoulders, running her fingers down his solid arms.
Beau was not complaining about the view as he drank in her slender waist and the sway of her breast. Edythe shifted on top of him as she lowered herself on him fully, the moan on her parted lips going straight to Beau's groin. He couldn't help but to buck his hips then, making her frame bounce appealingly.
She smirked down at him as she steadied herself, not buying his suddenly innocent expression; his eyes were clearly not on her face. "Very mature."
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean." His wicked grin gave him away though. With a wink he bounced her again, earning a giggle from Edythe that turned into a breathy sigh as she rode down on him.
She then clasped their hands together bringing them over his head as she leaned down to kiss him, her wild hair fanning across the pillows. His hands roamed down her back, squeezing her ass once before settling on her waist.
"Mmmm," she purred, rocking her hips slowly at first, then more powerfully as she deepened the kiss. He was deeper inside her from this angle, rubbing against all her sensitive spots at once. She knew it wouldn't be long until he brought her to the pinnacle again. Edythe lifted herself up so she could ride him deeper, her breath catching each time he filled her fully, throwing her head back as she moved.
As she ground her wetness around him, Beau was struck by the tremors ripping through her frame from where they were connected. He was mesmerized, watching her fluidly take him in, spilling over him as if marking her claim to his body. It was almost primal but undeniably sensuous too. He sat up and pulled her taunt nipple into his mouth, rolling it across his teeth with his tongue. His other hand fondled her, massaging her chest lovingly.
She came hard like that, the contrasting pleasures from her breasts being played with mixing with the sensation of his hard cock tantalizing her sex. He came not long after, unable to resist the carnal craving, wanting to fill her flesh with his own climax.
She held him to her chest, as they rode out the frenzy and their breathing leveled out. Beau kissed her gently in the center of her breasts while she stroked his hair, humming quietly. Still connected, he laid her down beside him so they were facing each other. Edythe curled into his arms as he pulled the top sheet over their joined bodies.
She thought on the outside they might look like any other newlywed couple, cradled in bed together modestly, perhaps resting after a long night of love making. But they did not tire, did not require sleep. Yet as they cuddled peacefully, she closed her eyes and pretended she too could drift into dreamland in her husband's embrace.
He buried his face in her bronze hair, not needing anything more than Edythe in that moment. Being with her like this was everything he had ever hoped for and more. He knew if he could he would spend every second in bed with her, pleasing her, holding her, filling her over and over. It would be bliss.
Something heavy settled in his throat and he looked at the beautiful woman who was now and forever more his wife.
"I love you, Edythe Swan," he whispered as he held her, emotion making his voice thick.
"And I you, my husband," she answered in a hushed voice. Edythe brought her left hand to his cheek, her rings sitting prettily on her finger. She looked up at him with such adoration it nearly broke his heart. "I love you more than words can say. You are my life."
"And you are mine."
Author's note: To be continued...
