Warning: This chapter contains strong sexuality, though I will try not be too explicit. This is my first love scene ever, let me know how I did!
This chapter is dedicated to the love of my life, whom is my continuous inspiration and joy.
"I need you to love me," she whispered.
I was puzzled. She could not possibly be asking what I thought she was. "You know I love you more than life itself."
"No, I want you to love me as a husband loves a wife," she answered, her brown eyes scorching into my very soul with their heat.
I swallowed hard, unable to believe the words breathed by my beloved. There was no misinterpreting the meaning of her bold request, yet I had to be certain.
"Are you sure?" I asked incredulously.
Her bright eyes continued to burn into my own as she nodded. "Please, love me."
There was no more speaking. Suddenly all thought and rationality, all memories and pain, all uncertainties were gone. All that mattered now was that Christine was mine, truly mine, the thrill of that possession driving me on in its urgency.
I brought my lips to hers in a searing kiss, my hands tangling in her hair and pulling her ever closer. The scent of her, the sweetness of her mouth, all these sensations thrilled me to no end. I wanted to know every part of her, to discover every scent, taste and feel.
I felt her take my hand in her tiny one and guide me to the back of her dress. Buttons, buttons…oh so many buttons! I could see her trying to suppress a giggle as I fumbled clumsily trying to unwrap the gift I had awaited so eagerly for her to give. Growling out in frustration, I deftly tore the dress apart, the sound of tiny buttons scattering and clattering along the floor boards.
Christine blushed, the sweetness of her innocence arousing me even further. She rose from the bed, her frayed dress flowing to the ground and leaving her clad in merely a corset, chemise, and pantalets. I could not take my eyes off the goddess who stood before me and went to take her into my arms, only to have her shake her head at me and place her finger upon my lips.
I stared at her, confused. She smiled and began unbuttoning my shirt, deftly but ever so slowly and deliberately. The silk fluttered to join her dress on the floor, her hands roaming my chest. I could not wait to feel her bare body against me!
Time seemed to stand still as we alternately rid each other of our troublesome clothing left remaining. Finally, I laid her down on the bed, my eyes feeding upon her glorious nakedness. I wanted to worship every part of her, losing myself within her soft touch and creamy skin. I kissed a trail of kisses from her lips down her body, she shuddered and wrapped her lithe legs around me. A maiden flush arose in her cheeks as my erection pulsated against her. I could not hold back any longer.
I joined my body with hers slowly, frightened of hurting my angel, and was shocked to feel her move her hips and take me deeper within herself. The world ceased to exist in that moment, I was lost within her warmth and quiet sighs. The rhythm of our bodies defied that of any music ever written, it throbbed deep within us and matched the song within our hearts.
Too soon it was over, our bliss reaching its peak and sending us into a dazzling realm of delight. As we lay together, naked and sated in our passion, I knew we would never be the same.
