"Georg, I want to talk to you about the wedding night."
"I expected this would happen. I assume you have more than a few questions. Don't worry, Maria, I promise - "
She touches his mouth with her long fingers, stilling his words.
"Hush. I don't have any questions, I have a demand. And that is that you do not treat me like some fragile delicate...nun. We've had several stolen moments together in which you've wrenched yourself away from my arms just as things were going from enjoyable to beyond - well. If you interrupt yourself to explain and stall me on our wedding night I swear on the most high I WILL scream, Georg, and not in the way I'd prefer to."
His eyes widen and his mouth goes slack, and even when she removes her fingers from his lips he's speechless.
She leans in closer, watching her hands stroke his chest and then meeting his eyes again, her gaze heated and stern.
"Just allow yourself to get carried away with me, my love."
He thought she'd know the basics, but he didn't count on her relishing his touch, opening herself to him shamelessly and joyfully as he buried his face between her legs, thumb seeking soft flesh amidst her thatch of dark-gold curls. He didn't count on her exploring his body with her eager mouth and earnest hands as he sunk two, then three fingers into her, and he certainly didn't count on her rocking back and forth into the palm of his hand like she was...practicing.
But the biggest surprise was when she wrenched his hand from her depths and rolled over on the bed, looking at him over her shoulder.
"I'm ready now, Georg. Please don't make me wait another second."
He's stunned into silence.
"Georg, why have you stopped? Every creature on this earth does this."
He understands now, and almost laughs
"Maria, we can be face to face you know."
"Oh?" He watches her bottom move side to side, and is sorely tempted.
"Actually we can be in a wide number of positions."
"Well let's do this one for starters, and work our way through the rest. At least I know this one, the rest you'll have to show me."
"I don't actually know this one."
"You mean you've never…" her eyes narrow at him, trying to find out if he's joking.
"I ...no." He sounds almost sheepish. "I actually can't say that I've ever had the pleasure."
"Do you want to?"
"I wouldn't ever have asked it of you. But I- I do want it it seems. Quite - " his mouth is dry, looking at the expanse of her smooth back, the heat in her eyes peering over her shoulder. "Quite desperately, in fact."
"Then I demand it. If you're going to be so hung up on my virginity I'll have something of yours, too."
He stands up from the bed and guides his length into her, his large hand pressing down on the small of her back to bring her to the right height. She lets her knees go wide and her back curve down, he's so taken with the sight he has to wait a minute before he moves again.
He starts a slow rhythm and watches her adjust herself and experience the pleasure differently. Suddenly her back curves and she pushes back against him, causing him to go deeper than he thought he could. He almost loses himself then and there, surrounded by her slick heat. His body moves almost of its own accord. His hips push forward again, strong and deep, and she buries her face in the bedspread and makes a low gutteral sound.
"Maria?"
He slows for a fraction of a second and she turns to him, her eyes fire, her face flushed.
"If you even THINK about stopping, I will - "
But he never finds out what he was at risk to suffer because he is so eager to obey, increasing the rhythm to her evident enjoyment, pulling long moans and breathless panting from his Maria's sweet lips.
Luckily for him, once she's started talking to him she doesn't stop, and her fevered yet matter-of-fact descriptions of how she can feel every inch of him and how glad she is that he listened to her and didn't bother to make it palatable push him into a frenzy.
"Why bother having a warm up, Georg? We went from separate to kissing to married in a matter of weeks, I really am not interested in the kind of comfortable or tolerable experience you were insinuating. Isn't this better? I wouldn't call it comfortable in the slightest, but it's indescribable to feel what happens inside me when you move your hips up-" she has to stop to breathe - "Yes, just like that. Oh, now that I know you can do it on command you've made me a very greedy woman indeed."
He knows she'll feel the places where he's gripped her waist and hips tomorrow, but she sure hasn't complained - anything but. And he gives her what she asks for- no, what she demands. His reward is her heavy eyelids, her flushed face, her open mouth, the curve of her long neck, the song of her moan, and the poor bedsheets being wrung to death by her iron grip as she tries to push back against him in time with his furious rhythm. "Anything you want," he pants, sweat pouring off him now as his release builds within, his mind still reeling from the effort to understand that his beautiful wife is turning out to be his fiercest lover. "I'm yours."
She reaches back and plucks his hand from her waist, bringing it between her legs. "Then touch me, Georg. I need- I need-"
And he gives to her, of course, stroking her as she pitches forward, her legs trembling against him, her high voice catching in her throat. He loses himself within her, wrapping his arm around her waist, curving forward to rest his head on her back, struggling to understand how bringing her to bliss makes him feel like both god and servant.
It's good, he thinks to himself, that he has a lifetime to figure it out.