The curve of her hips were outlined in the moonlight as she stood before him in her sleeping gown. It was almost translucent in the glow from the window directly behind her. He sat on the bed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead in anticipation of his wedding night with the woman he loved. She looked so fragile standing there before him. Her hair was down about her shoulders, longer than he had imagined it. It was wavy and little glints of gold stood out as the light bathed her silhouette. Her face was dark, but he thought he perhaps could see a bit of a smile on her lips. And maybe a little fear.
This was of course nothing new to James, he was a navy man after all. Though he had managed to keep his liaisons few and far between having been with just two women before. He kept his distance when the other men did not, both from fear of disease and the fact that he desired a passion and a love that you just did not get with encounters from women who gave pleasure to sailors.
"Are you alright?" he asked, worried that she may feel pressured to rush into things. "We do not need to do anything you do not want to do, my love." He relished in the fact that he had the rest of their lives to enjoy the pleasures of marriage together.
He thought she may have smiled broadly when he asked her, though her face was still shrouded in the duskiness of the room. "I am quite fine, James." Her voice belied a woman completely confident with her current situation. "Abigail was very good to me in... explaining things." She left it at that. She did not feel it necessary to tell him how she enjoyed hearing about all the interesting and lovely things men and women could do together and even found herself fantasizing about them on the days leading up to their wedding. She preferred to let him find that out on his own. She stepped forward, her thighs now touched his knees as he sat on the bed.
Satisfied with her answer, James could not remain a gentleman any longer. He had waited thirty four years for a wife he could love, for a wedding night and he was not one to delay any longer. Slowly he reached up and caressed Sophia's face. "Sophia...I love you so." He said softly, "You have taken a sad and broken man and given me the greatest happiness I have ever known. You have fixed me and for that, I owe you the world." His hand slowly traced the curve of her jawline and the line of her neck, down her shoulder and to her right breast. Though small, they fit his hand quite nicely. His thumb rubbed her nipple through the thin fabric, he felt it harden with his touch. She inhaled sharply.
As his hand moved down her face and to her breast, her body became alive. Bumps rose on her soft skin and for a moment she did not know if she was going to faint. She had never been touched this way before, never so deliberately, but she slowly melted into the warmness of his hand. She enjoyed the roughness of his hands, they stuck slightly to the fine fabric of her gown. Sophia jumped a little as his other hand moved to her waist and pulled her forward to him. She had not realized her eyes had instinctively shut as he touched her and she opened them now, James' eyes did not waver from her form. The look in his eyes was one she had never seen before, but she liked it. She loved it. In his eyes she felt she held an ancient power over him that women held over men for centuries before. He stared intently, hungrily at her body as he caressed her. He pulled her closer to him, on top of him and his lips tenderly kissed her neck.
Sophia's body had become pliable with James' ministrations and she was moved from her standing position with little effort. It was only when she felt the hardness of him through the fabric that she snapped out of her hedonistic haze. Abigail had mentioned this function of the male body was implicit to the marriage act...she had also said a few other things about a man's organ that Sophia blushed at when she recalled. They kissed deeply, passionately, and she noticed how both she and James' breathing had become deeper, as if there was not enough air in the room.
At some point, the tie on her gown had undone, the neckline falling open and hanging loosely around her shoulder. Her breast was exposed to the humid air inside their bedchamber and James roving mouth quickly found it. The feeling was exquisite, unreal, and she was not even fully undressed. Instinctively, her legs wrapped tighter around Jame's midsection and pressed into the hardness she had felt before. James let out a slight groan that only served to arouse Sophia further. His hands moved down her waist as he moved in once again to kiss her, lower, lower until they found the delectable curve of her rump. There they squeezed and kneaded the flesh, slowly maneuvering the fabric up and over her. She was completely bare now. He could now feel through the fabric of his sleeping attire, a wetness where her legs met that was not there before. With this, he stood, lifting her deftly and setting her down on the bed.
Sophia was obviously confused and the irritation showed on her face. "Why..why did you..no! We are not stopping now, are we? James?" James only smiled and took in the breathless beauty of his naked wife. Her hair covered her breasts like Eve, her lips were swollen and pink from the fervored kissing and her skin was flecked with beads of perspiration that glittered in the moonlight. She was beautiful and she was his. He knelt, burying his face in the crease of her thigh and her complaints quickly abated. He loved and kissed every inch of her nether regions before moving his attentions to the exact spot that made his wife cry out. The sound of her cries intoxicated him and the tightness in his loins demanded relief. He slowly worked his way back up her body, kissing a trail to her lips. She was breathless and her legs opened naturally, inviting James to make his move. He stood and removed the final layer of clothing separating them.
Sophia, only armed with the knowledge her sister had bestowed on her, had let nature take over. The natural rhythms of two bodies in love do not need the brain to act for them. James positioned himself above her, taking care not to crush her slender figure and slowly began to enter his beloved. Sophia's eyes creased shut and her mouth tightened in pain as a sharp pinch shot up from between her legs. James, she glimpsed as he removed his clothes, was larger than she had expected, though she knew not what to expect. The silky fluid between her legs did help the process, but the sharpness did not desist.
"Am I hurting you? Are you alright?" The ever caring, gentlemanly James had quickly snapped back into reality at the notice of his lover's discomfort. "We can stop, if you want." His eyes were alarmed, he wanted nothing but to make this enjoyable for her.
"No, no. Don't...please. I need you." She gripped his shoulders with her hands and her legs wrapped around him. "James, I love you."
With that, he buried his face in the hair on her shoulder and pressed himself into her completely. Sophia let out a small yelp at the pain, but felt that it was short lived. The fullness in her awakened new feelings that demanded urgency. Her hips gently bucked against the pressure of his body atop hers. James was quite shocked at her insistence, he was under the impression that it would have taken more time for her to acclimate to such...a situation. Ever willing to please his love, he slowly began to thrust into her warmth. Sophia's moans were heady and deep and it only proved to heighten James quickness. They made love for what seemed like hours, though in their minds, time was of no matter. Finally, with Sophia's nails digging into the flesh on his shoulders, James let out a deep groan followed by a succession of deep thrusts, his arms wrapped so tightly around his beloved she thought he might crush her. Sophia clung to him and they kissed as he relaxed his body on top of her, feeling a warmth spread across her insides. After their breathing had slowed, he rolled off of her and pulled her to next to him. She nestled her head in the crook of his shoulder, her hand mindlessly rubbing his chest. His eyes were shut, but he spoke, "I love you, Sophia Norrington, my wife, my love, my everything."
"I love you, too," She whispered back in response. "I have never wished for anything more than this, James."
Tangled in the bed sheets, they fell asleep together. James slept that night soundly, waking only once to look at her in the early hours of the morning. He kissed her head and brushed her hair out of her face with his hand. She only stirred when he pulled her in close to him, giving him a kiss on the skin of his chest. As the light filtered into the window, James sleepily reflected on the events that had transpired since he met that girl on the veranda and realized that the life ahead of him had never seemed so promising...