Chapter Forty-Eight: Lover and Beloved
With my foot, I carefully pushed open the door to our new home then turned sideways to carry my giggling bride inside. "Welcome to the Okazaki household," I puffed.
Truth was, Yukine and I had both picked out our new home. It was a two-story, like her parents' home, only ours was in a 'natural' brown with white trim. "It's manly and girly at the same time," she had said. The five(!) bedrooms and a bathroom were on the top floor, with the kitchen, dining, and living room along with a smaller bathroom for guests on the lower floor. It was pretty expensive so we'd taken out a loan, but the Foundation paid well so I knew it wouldn't take long to pay it off. We didn't have all the furniture Yukine wanted just yet, but we had the basics: kitchen appliances, a bed, and the usual tables and chairs. A good start.
Still cradled in my arms, she inhaled deeply. "Do you smell that?"
"Smell what?"
She laid a hand on my cheek and gazed into my eyes. "Home."
I took a long draw of the house's air. "Yeah, you're right; It does smell like 'home'," I said as I carefully lowered her to stand on her own.
She turned and briefly pressed herself into me before stepping away and taking my hand while looking at me from under her eyelashes, sending my heart rate skyrocketing.
She carefully held the front of her dress as we ascended the stairs, and I followed as she led me into our room. She then released my hand and stopped as few paces away, looking out the master bedroom window; she seemed to be thinking about something.
"Yukine?"
She pulled our curtains shut and briefly glanced over her shoulder at me before gathering her hair over one shoulder as she fully turned her back to me. "W-Would you please unzip me?" I heard her ask in a trembling voice; in fact, her shoulders were trembling as well.
I briefly stood there, dumbfounded. Was she really asking me to…?
As I reached out toward the back of her wedding dress I noticed that my hands were shaking; of course they would! After all, what was I about to do?
It was almost like a ceremony, the way that I slowly and carefully unzipped her dress, and she gasped with a shudder when my fingers accidentally brushed against her skin. I heard her take a deep breath before she reached up to her shoulders and let the soft, shimmery material drop to the floor, pooling around her feet. She stepped out of the circle of cloth and wrapped herself in a towel as I quickly gathered the discarded garment and carefully laid it over a nearby chair. "I won't be long," she said softly as she entered the bathing room.
"I-I'll be waiting," I replied, then stripped, grabbed my towel, and wrapped it around my waist.
Surprisingly, I only heard the water run for a few minutes before she came back out, with her towel wrapped around her body as she dried her hair with another. "Shower's free."
I stood, and noticed that her eyes widened when she saw me. She stopped me with a gentle hand to my chest just before I entered the bathing room. "Please don't be long," she said, looking up at me from under her eyelashes. What had happened to the awkward Yukine that I knew from the Reference Room?
"I-I'll hurry," I stammered.
I showered while in something of a daze, but I managed to get myself clean without hurting myself. After making sure I had rinsed all of the soap away, I turned off the shower, grabbed my towel and rewrapped it around myself. I stepped back into our bedroom, and my heart skipped a beat. "Oh, wow…"
She stood before me wearing what looked like some kind of short, light brown see-through dress, though it wasn't as see-through at her chest.
My heart skipped another beat as she pushed a lock of hair over her shoulder. "It's called a 'babydoll'; Do you like it, Tomoya? Am I pretty?"
"Oh, wow…" I breathed. "I'm starting to believe that there's a God out there."
She blushed as she averted her gaze. "Th-Thank you, Tomoya."
I reached out a hesitant hand, but… "Is it okay if I touch you?"
She pressed her face into my hand before turning glimmering blue eyes up to mine. "P-Please do."
I cupped my hand under her delicate chin and kissed her as tenderly as I could. Then, I gently caressed her face, tracing her cheeks, her eyebrows, her lips, like I was trying to memorize her face with my hand. Maybe I was.
She took my hand and kissed the palm before placing it against her chest. "Will you pamper me?"
Despite my pounding heart I was able to give her a gentle smile. "I-I would be honored, milady."
She giggled as we removed the rest of our coverings, and I gently picked up my blushing bride and put her in our bed. Then I joined her under the covers and simply gazed at her face, into those ocean-blue eyes; I was almost afraid to touch her.
"T-Tomoya…?"
I swallowed hard as I reached out and placed my hand on her tummy; her skin was amazingly soft. "Wow…" I breathed. "Amazing…"
I explored her body, discovering where she liked and didn't like to be touched. She sighed and giggled and grunted cutely as I caressed her; all of these sounds were music to my ears.
Before long, her movements became more agitated, and she briefly grabbed at the sheets before abruptly turning and grabbing onto my shoulders. Had I hurt her somehow? "Yukine, what-"
She suddenly cried out repeatedly into my chest as she squeezed my shoulders with an iron grip. My eyes widened and chest swelled as I realized what had happened…and that I had been the one to make it happen. I held her tenderly until her eyes slowly opened, and I could see as she turned her reddened face up to me that they were unfocused. "Tomoya…" she gasped, "…that…felt…really good."
My heart felt full to bursting as I smiled gently down into her dazed expression. "I…I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Whew…" she gasped as she relaxed onto her back again. "Wow…" She stared at the ceiling for a moment before looking over at me sheepishly. "G-Good sir, m-may I please have some more?"
I chuckled lightly as I reached for her again. "As you wish, milady."
She writhed and squirmed and gasped under my touch before grabbing onto me again to sing her song of ecstasy.
"T-Tomoya…" she gasped, sounding like she had run a marathon, "thank you so much."
"My pleasure," I said, then chuckled. "Your pleasure is my pleasure, milady."
She managed to giggle in spite of her labored breathing. Then her expression turned strangely serious. "T-Tomoya…"
"Yeah?"
She said nothing, but got up on her knees and coaxed me up to a seated position. I was a little confused until she extended her leg across my lap so she was straddling me. She tilted my head slightly back with a hand until we were looking each other in the eyes; her expression was a mix of fear and excitement, but I saw a lot of love there as well.
As she lowered her hips, my eyes widened at the new sensation that threatened to overwhelm me. When I could finally see again, I looked to my wife's eyes and we exchanged embarrassed smiles when I found hers just as wide.
She paused in her descent, and it took me a moment to realize why. I looked up into her beautiful ocean-blue eyes and smiled as I caressed her hair. "It's okay, Yukine; take your time."
She simply nodded as she gazed into my eyes. Then, she took a deep breath as she gripped my shoulders and lowered herself the rest of the way, giving a pain-filled gasp as she finalized our marriage.
She sat in my lap with her head on my shoulder for several minutes, breathing heavily and twitching as I caressed her back and kissed her cheek repeatedly.
Finally, her breathing became normal, and she lifted her head from my shoulder to look me in the eyes again. "Sorry for making you wait," she said with a light giggle. "I think I'm ready, now."
It didn't take long as we showered each other with love and affection before we…we…
TYoumkoiynae
