What doesn't kill us
Chapter Twenty Six
Decided not to go into great detail about the wedding it's been done so well before on this site and I felt I had nothing more to add. Just be warned this does stray into M rated territory so please don't read if that's not your sort of thing!
Harry closed and locked the door. He was feeling a strange mixture of euphoria, apprehension and utter bloody exhaustion. Today had been without doubt one of the best days of his life and now his wife, his wife stood smiling at him as she placed her bag on the bed. They'd been married earlier that day in a small simple ceremony in Salisbury cathedral followed by a bite to eat and a few drinks with Catherine, her husband, Graham and Malcolm before the chauffeur driven car that Harry had hired whisked them off to catch the Euro Star.
He'd been without Ruth last night as Catherine had insisted in whisking her off for a "Girls Night" leaving him to the mercy of his son in law , son and Malcolm. They'd all written him off as a light weight as he'd called it a night very early, he'd not spent a night apart from Ruth since the first night of their "adventure" and he'd missed her so much he just had to call her. Hearing her voice had calmed him a little but he couldn't help himself he just had to ask the question that had been rolling round in his head since he'd kissed her goodbye that morning
"You will be there won't you Ruth? I know and so do you that you could do so much better than me but please tell me you'll be there. I promise I'll make you happy Ruth. I promise."
And of course she had been there looking stunning in a pale ivory dress that showed off her figure to it's best advantage, carrying a small posy of wild flowers, her smiles just for him. And here they were now, together. Man and wife. And he was terrified. He had promised that he would love and cherish her, well he was sure that he'd have no trouble doing that for the rest of his life but and it was a big but would he be able to fulfil his role as a husband in the true sense of the word? As if sensing his unease Ruth yawned and moving towards him said softly
"Not that I want to put a damper on things Harry but I whacked, would you mind very much if we turned in and just had a jolly good cuddle. After all we've got the rest of our lives for other things."
Harry woke about three in the morning dying for the loo. As he slipped back into bed he could see that Ruth was wide awake and smiling at him. He moved to lay as close to her as he possibly could whispering to her
" Can we stop pretending to be teenagers now Ruth, can I show you just how much and how many ways I can and will love you?"
And his hand slid underneath the flimsy nightie that she'd donned before she'd got into bed. As his hand brushed over her breasts she moaned and trembled with delight. She helped Harry to remove the nightie and lay back against the pillows as Harry gazed at her form, inhaling deeply through his nose as he whispered words of love and admiration. As his hands stroked her stomach she could see that his eyes had darkened and could hear his breathing become laboured as though he was struggling with himself. He bent and took a nipple in his mouth pinching and teasing, eliciting tiny moans of pleasure and arousal from Ruth; she thought she might go mad as he began giving the other nipple the same loving care and attention before he pushed down the covers and began to kiss and lick his way down her belly murmuring words of love and desire. At this point Ruth took the chance to slip Harry's pyjama trousers off, he'd already discarded the top himself.
Breasts rising and falling with desire Ruth felt Harry trail kisses and nips down her stomach as he positioned himself between her thighs. Ruth thought she had been transported to heaven as he began to place devouring kisses in and around her clitoris, she gasped from the overwhelming ecstasy that was washing over her in waves. As he lapped and stroked her most sensitive flesh with his mobile tongue and gorgeous mouth he hummed with pleasure against her. And every sound only added to the wonderful heart stopping sensations she was feeling. She reached behind her to clutch the pillows and cried out in unrestrained joy.
She didn't see the grin of triumph that spread across his face as she helplessly stretched and arched towards his attention she was too busy keening for the ultimate release from such delicious attentions. In reply Harry gave a pleading sort of whimper and Ruth instinctively parted her thighs a little more, granting his fingers access to join his tongue in arousing her to new heights of euphoria. Moving back up her body Ruth could feel him hot and throbbing against her as he stalked upwards, climbing her body, following a tongue wet trail of kisses from hip to navel to rib to breasts where he paused once more to suckle, then to clavicle to throat and as his fingers probed and tickled her most intimate folds inside and out he knew he'd found that very special part of her as he kissed her again. His tongue demanding entry to her mouth as deeply as his fingers entered her sex. Ruth came with utter abandonment and she emitted a low growl she didn't even know she was capable of.
What happened next was something that Ruth thought about again and again trying to analyse what she could have done differently. In her rapture she'd not even stopped to think about the fact that Harry had an erection. No that thought had not crossed her mind as she reached between them and with the intention of guiding Harry's hot length into her she had grasped hold of his throbbing penis. Harry gasped and tried to move away from her but at that moment he had ejaculated into her hand groaning and writhing as he did so. His orgasm was violent and seemed to go on for ever and soon they were both slick with his semen.
They lay panting together both overwhelmed by what had happened. Harry had collapsed on top of her turning his face away from her and she noticed that his greying curls were stuck to the back of his neck with sweat. As her own breathing calmed she became aware of a change in the cadence of his breathing. He was sucking in short gasps and clearly trying to disguise the sound. With some alarm Ruth realised that he was weeping.
Bringing her hand up to stroke his head she said "Harry...?What's the matter...? My love ?" her voice came out weak and airless below his muscular shoulder, which prompted him instantly up onto his forearms.
His answer was a heart-rending sob "I'm so sorry Ruth, what was I thinking? I'm an old man, past his prime and I've no right to expect you to bind yourself to a broken wreck like me. Oh Ruth! My darling girl. I'm so sorry. Please say you forgive me!"
Really not sure about this so far out of my comfort zone but it just didn't seem right to have them walking into the sunset hand in hand with not a care in the world. And because I'm evil that struck me as really boring!