Hello everyone, so this is my first fanfic in the SOM fandom and I'm not entirely sure it's in fitting with the PG story we all love, but there is just something about this couple that had me writing for the first time in years. Hopefully you enjoy it!
It's heavily rated M, so please be aware.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Sound of Music or any of it's characters, if I did, we'd have seen a lot more of that infamous six week honeymoon, and it would probably be rated R.
It had only been a few weeks since their wedding and sometimes, despite the things they'd done together and how quickly and easily their relationship had changed and progressed physically, Maria still couldn't help but feel a little shy around her new husband, particularly when it came to matters so intimate.
She'd never been introverted as a child, and the Lord knew, she was certainly outspoken as an adult - especially in her postulancy, but when it came to sex, well, Maria found her voice wavered slightly, her confidence shook, and despite her best efforts; she could be terribly, and awkwardly, self-conscious.
Georg had tried valiantly to counteract this, and, had had success to some degree; he'd taken his time coaxing her into the physical side of their relationship, had been a patient and loving teacher, and she in return had been a willing and eager pupil, however there were still times where her chaste upbringing and modest former vocation rendered her quite simply, flustered beyond words.
Laying rigidly on the bed of their luxurious hotel room, with her shift gathered clumsily around her hips and her cheeks flushed red, lips swollen from his mouth, hair mussed from the pull of his fingers, was such a time.
Ducking her head to avoid his burning gaze, she worried her lip between her teeth. Only moments ago, they'd been wrapped around each other, bodies entangled beautifully as Georg had kissed her so deeply, she felt she almost couldn't breathe. However, just as he'd broken away from her lips, and begun trailing his sinfully hot mouth down her neck, his fingers dragging her champagne coloured shift up over her thighs, he'd mumbled something so shocking, so scandalous, she'd almost fainted right then and there.
"Show me how you touch yourself," he'd rasped against her throat, teeth scraping the sensitive skin in the most sensuous way.
Maria froze beneath him, her entire body hot and cold all over. Before she'd had a chance to hide her reaction, he'd realised something was wrong, of course he had, –after all, Brigitta had gotten her talent for noticing absolutely everything, from someone. She'd barely had a chance to open her eyes before he'd lifted his head and sat back on his knees. His hands instantly left her body as his eyes drew across her face worriedly.
"Maria?" he asked softly, watching her avoid his gaze, and instead focus on the intricately designed chandelier.
"I don't, uh, I haven't, that is, I've never -" she fumbled out, mortified; her face blood red as she shifted beneath him into a sitting position. "I don't know how," she finally added in a soft voice very unlike her own.
She half expected him to laugh at her admission, to smirk at her inexperience or at the very least tease her for it, and she quickly tried to shove her shift back down her legs, to preserve what was left of her dignity.
At his continued silence, she tucked her hair nervously behind her ears and risked a glance in his direction, only to find him watching her with the same adoration he always did, not one ounce of humour or mocking visible in his expression.
"I'm sorry," she muttered after the silence continued, fidgeting uncomfortably with her hair. "I didn't mean to ruin the mood."
Georg snorted softly, shaking his head as he reached out a warm hand to stroke her knee.
"You didn't ruin anything." he assured her kindly, his smile genuine. "I shouldn't have asked."
"No!" she replied suddenly, startled at her own vehemence. Lifting her gaze to his with a confidence she didn't expect, she shrugged. ""I don't mind, Darling. I, uh, well, I just-" Maria frowned, frustrated with her own inability to articulate her feelings.
Yes, the question had shocked her, perhaps even scandalized her, but that didn't mean she wanted him to hold back. She liked how open with her he was about making love, that he wasn't afraid to talk to her, to ask her for things he wanted, even when some of the things he said made her blush all the way to her toes. She felt it was only fair considering how often she asked, no, begged him to fulfill all her desperate pleas.
His fingers slid up her thigh, drawing delicate swirls and patterns over her skin; both calming her heart and igniting her desire. Maria shuddered, letting her legs fall open once more, but her husband ventured no further, still watching her closely.
"I wasn't thinking, Maria." he admitted quietly. "You were almost a nun for God sake! And with your upbringing, and, well, as you've never had any other lovers," Georg paused there and she could tell he was trying very hard not to look pleased by this fact.
She'd discovered very early on in their engagement just how much her husband relished in being the first man she'd so much as looked at. Most of the time he hid it well, but she knew he felt a sort of masculine pride knowing he was the first and only man she'd ever loved, a similar pride to the one she felt knowing she'd be the last woman he'd ever love, however tonight, the glint in his eye gave him away, and he didn't quite manage to hide his gloating, much to her amusement.
"Of course, you've never..." he trailed off with a casual hand gesture, giving her an almost coy shrug, though, behind his nonchalance there was a smug smirk tugging at his lips.
"Have you?" she asked before she could stop herself, the words simply tumbling out of her mouth, her reddened cheeks burning with mortification and if she was being honest, just a hint of lust. The idea of her stoic, put-together husband, late at night, touching himself…pleasuring himself, was beyond nerve-wrecking.
"Have I?" he scoffed out a smug laugh, his eyes bright and gleaming. Maria cast her gaze away from him again, her pride a little hurt at how ridiculous he seemed to find her question. "Oh Maria, no," he suddenly backtracked. "I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that, it's just… well, we were engaged for an awfully long time, Darling, and even before that you were supposed to become a nun, I didn't really have much option for, uh, release."
Maria's eyes widened.
"You mean to say you… you… touched… you did that to yourself, while I was still the governess?" her mouth gaped as her blue eyes flared at him.
"You really have no idea the effect you have on a man," he replied simply, his eyes glassing over as he relived the many, many nights he'd woken with her name on his tongue, his body straining viciously beneath the navy cotton of his sheets.
"But isn't it a sin?" she whispered, her breath catching in her throat.
"I think it would have been a far greater sin to defile the young postulant under my care," he replied with a wicked grin and another shrug, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth. Maria blushed again, ducking her gaze once more.
"And you did this often?" The words slipped from her lips in a quiet question that made his heart race. "Pleasured yourself?"
Georg bit back a groan, her curiosity would be the death of him. There was something quite stimulating about her frankness, her sinful diction and innocent naivety the most salacious turn on.
"Often enough," he said in what he hoped was an offhand manner, not wanting her to know that most days, he'd barely managed a few hours without his sordid thoughts turning into something much more dangerous. "Once you agreed to be my wife, once I knew what it felt like to kiss and touch you, it became a little harder, well, a lot harder actually." Georg winced at the unintended double entendre, oh yes, it had been so very, very hard.
"Oh," she remarked simply, visions of her husband touching himself in his room while she slept soundly just down the corridor swirled across her mind, evoking sensations she wasn't quite prepared for. "And," she began hesitantly. "if I, if I were to, you know, uh, you, you wouldn't think me distasteful?"
Georg smirked like the devil himself.
"Was I not the one to ask you to do it just a moment ago?" he enquired with heated grumble.
"I suppose, but-" she tried, licking her lips in a nervous twitch.
"I'd never find it to be distasteful, in fact just the thought of you," he paused, clearing his throat of the lump of desire that had suddenly lodged itself there. "The thought of you doing that, leaves me quite, well, aroused." Maria's blue eyes widened impossibly, dipping almost automatically to his lap. Georg scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he let her inspect him.
"I wouldn't know what to do," she gasped out after a long moment, her eyes still glued to his upper thighs. Georg felt a shiver run down his spine, his manhood twitching slightly at her tone. He'd known and loved her long enough to be certain that she was more than just considering it.
"You know what you like when I touch you," he told her simply, smiling as her eyes darted up to meet his and her cheeks coloured a little more. "You just do the same," he continued. "Or something else entirely, whatever feels good."
"Whatever feels good," she repeated his words in a whisper to herself, almost as if she had forgotten he was there entirely. Chewing on her bottom lip, she shifted her gaze to meet his once more.
Swallowing hard, she moved a shaking hand to rest atop his on her thigh, her slim fingers threading between his larger ones, feeling brave and bold as she dragged their hands up and under her slip.
"Would you teach me?" she asked softly, purposefully steering their hands even higher. Georg groaned loudly, his eyes sliding closed as he fought back against the image her words evoked. He somehow found himself harder than he could ever remember being. His convent-sprung bride asking him to teach her how to pleasure herself was so erotic, he could barely stand it.
"Maria," he rasped, his voice low and desperate. "Perhaps that's something for another time," he tried, unsure of how he was supposed to show enough restraint to teach her anything.
"Please Georg," she begged in a voice she knew he couldn't resist. "Please,"
There was a heated silence as she gazed into his deep aqua eyes, her pupils blown wide as she awaited his inevitable answer.
"All right, all right," he conceded, knowing he could refuse her nothing. Even before they'd confessed their love for one another, he'd known there was nothing she could have asked for that he wouldn't have bent over backwards to give her. It had started with puppets for the children and ended with his heart laid bare in her hands. He'd give her his last breath if she so much as batted her eyelashes, and she knew it.
"Okay," he breathed out, trying to calm the rampant beat of his heart. "All right," he said, biting his lip, he nodded to himself, withdrawing his hand from beneath her shift. In a flash he had moved from his position on the bed, jumping up and gathering some of the pillows that had fallen to the floor during their previous activities.
"Georg?" She questioned curiously; her brow furrowed as she knelt on the bed watching her husband arranging the frilly pillows against the headboard. After he had placed them in a neat semi-circle, he climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself on the mattress with his upper body resting in the newly created cocoon against the headboard.
"Come here, Darling." he rasped; his eyes now dark with desire. Maria gulped as she crawled over to him, her heart pounding eagerly as he helped her settle between his legs, her back pressed tightly to his chest.
Her husband was a warm, comforting weight behind her, and she reveled in the soft rise and fall of his chest against her. His mouth brushed along the shell of her ear, his voice dark, low and dangerous as he whispered to her, tugging at her shift.
"Take this off." he ordered in a low seductive tone that left her quite desperate and scrambling to remove the item of clothing. With an eager swipe, she removed the thin shift, tossing it to the foot of the bed. "These too," he added, pushing at the delicate pink fabric of her panties.
Without hesitation Maria shimmied out of her knickers, throwing a glance over her shoulder as she threw them to the floor, reveling in the look of pride on her husband's face. It wasn't too long ago that the idea of being naked in front of him filled her with abject terror, in fact there was a time where even the thought of being naked in his presence had her cheeks flushing a bright red.
Maria leaned back into him, her head falling onto his shoulder as she awkwardly positioned herself on the bed, half propped up by him. The hotel had lit a fire earlier in the evening and while it had mostly died down, the embers still burned hot enough to heat their room, and so they both knew the shiver that ran through her body had nothing to do with being cold.
Georg's hands traced teasingly down the outside of her arms and then up again before moving to her stomach, coming to rest neatly over her belly button as he drew his lips up and down the side of her neck.
"Are you sure?" he murmured, his thumbs skimming the undersides of her breasts. Maria took a deep shuddering breath, her eyes falling shut as she awaited his next move.
"Yes," she sighed out, her smile growing as she felt his grin pressing into the skin of her shoulder.
He allowed his fingers to dance along her abdomen for just a moment longer before finally dragging them upwards. His large hands roamed over her soft skin so smoothly, so confidently, that Maria felt her breath hitch. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, those strong hands came to a stop on her breasts, cupping them firmly and dragging his thumbs across her pebbled nipples.
"Feel good?" He questioned with the smug press of a kiss to her bare shoulder, as if he didn't know the answer to his own question. Of course it felt good, and he knew it.
Maria nodded, biting her lip and arching into his roughened touch.
"Good," he continued in a low rumble. "Now, give me your hand,"
She didn't hesitate for a second, with a confidence she didn't dare question, she slipped her palm into his and let him glide it up to her chest. His fingers curved around hers, guiding her touch.
With a tentative tremble Maria cupped the weight of her breast, giving in to her instinct to squeeze lightly and earning a rumble of approval from Georg.
"There you go," he breathed. "Just like that. Feel how lovely you are." Just as she was becoming accustomed to her own touch, Georg surprised her by drawing her hand up, pulling her fingers into his mouth.
Her eyes fluttered as he directed her back to her breast, her wet fingers closing around her own nipple, as he tightened his grip to make her pinch hard.
"Darling-" Maria gasped loudly, pressing her thighs together.
Georg hummed softly right against her ear, the sound rumbling in his chest and vibrating against her back.
Together, they trailed her fingers slowly down the valley between her breasts to her belly button. Georg, taking the lead as he puppeteered her fingers over her skin, up and down her sides, finding all the spots that made her bite her lip and push back into him.
Maria's eyes rolled back in her head, her whole body on fire as she felt him stiff and swollen against the curve of her bottom. She wasn't sure how much longer either of them could take this.
"It's important to find where you're most sensitive," he instructed quietly against the shell of her ear, licking at the soft skin beneath it. "Sometimes in places you wouldn't expect."
His words were solid and confident but there was a very obvious hitch in his throat that had her squirming even more. Perhaps her Captain wasn't as unaffected by their little lesson as he appeared to be.
Slowly, he stroked their fingers over the inside of her wrist, drawing circles over the delicate skin there. Maria bit her lip, humming in satisfaction.
"Like here. Or here," Their fingers touched her collarbone, tracing the delicate lines carefully, and she whimpered, tilting her head to the side to press her lips to his throat.
Georg growled, his eyes falling shut. Sometime during their engagement Maria had stumbled upon his sweet spot, and her lush lips had taken every opportunity since to exploit it. He faltered slightly, his mind suddenly blank as she pushed her luck and dragged her teeth lightly across his pulse point.
"Maria," he hissed, making her smile. "Focus Darling,"
"Teach me, Darling," she mocked back, giggling into his skin and making her husband grunt.
"Uh, there are, uh," he began in a stutter. "There are, uh, no rules, my love. Only what brings you pleasure."
"You bring me pleasure, Captain" she gasped out in a purposeful whisper. Georg nudged her head out of the way, moving his lips to the joint between her throat and shoulder, mouthing at her skin.
"I know," he chuckled smugly, the sound of his voice alone more than enough to speed her heart rate. Biting into her bottom lip, she nodded, swallowing thickly.
"W-where else?" she asked coyly.
"What about right here?" he replied, raking their nails across her hips ever so lightly, teasing her into another soft, wanton noise.
He seemed to enjoy the sound, as he pressed another kiss to the curve of her neck, wetter and just a touch biting this time. Maria dropped the hand he wasn't holding to grip his thigh, fingers curling into his trousers.
"Lower," she pleaded, now breathlessly desperate, and finally after what felt like an age he complied. Georg slid their joined hands between her legs, stroking her inner thighs and tracing small deliberate patterns on her skin.
Maria made a soft noise of frustration, any and all hesitation or embarrassment she felt disappearing completely as she spread her legs wider, drawing her knees up.
Every single brush of their fingers on her skin sent heat trickling up her spine and flaring low in her belly. She could feel each bead of sweat forming on her skin and shifted, deliberately grinding back against the bulge in Georg's trousers.
Her husband growled, rolling his hips into her arse and nipping at her shoulder.
"Behave," he chastised, not meaning it at all. He loved when his little Fraulein was a little bad. Maria may have come to him from the convent, but even before they'd said 'I do', her innocence had started to dwindle, he discovered very quickly just how much his new bride liked to feel his hands on her body, how his kisses could make her weak. She'd spent most of her formative years without any affection at all, and so when he popped into her life, all whistles and orders, and then later, kisses and love, she'd been so starved for that affection that she'd be far more eager and willing and receptive than her previous vocation would have suggested and he in turn had been nothing short of thrilled.
Georg drew their joined hands away from where she wanted them the most and Maria pouted, whining slightly as he nuzzled his nose beneath her jaw, stealing another kiss there. She shivered as he sunk his teeth into her skin, nipping along her neck, pressing harder into his hard length below her.
"I'm trying to teach you something, my love, and you're distracting me," he chuckled.
Maria bit down on her bottom lip, too desperate to apologize as she turned back to the task at hand, and watched their joined hands inch closer and closer to the throbbing warmth between her thighs.
He teased her at first, moving to pet the soft skin around her sex, their fingers barely brushing over her but never stopping to feel. Maria huffed out impatiently, squirming. Her Captain bit back a smirk as he nipped at her skin with his teeth in warning. With a groan she settled against him again, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her back.
The moment she relaxed against him, he finally gave in, puppeteering her hand slyly into her heat. Their fingers brushed lightly over her and behind her, she could hear her husband's breath catch in his throat.
"Shall we, Fraulein?" he whispered into her ear.
Maria nodded eagerly, the fingers of her free hand twisting into the fabric of his trousers as she arched to their hands. He moaned a quiet, heavenly little sound as they pushed past the folds of her sex to find her just as swollen and slick as she'd known she would be.
Maria bit her lip against a whimper as Georg breathed hotly against the back of her neck.
"Oh yes," he murmured. "Feels good right?"
"Uh-huh." Her voice shook as she replied and he drug their fingers up and down her sex, teasing her. He laughed quietly at her incoherence, placing a soft kiss to her shoulder.
"We'll take our time," he promised. "I want you to know what you want and where you like to be touched."
She drew in a trembling breath, heels digging into the mattress as he pressed their fingers hard against her entrance.
"Anywhere you touch me is where I like to be touched." she gasped, rocking into their hands.
His tongue darted out, tracing over the curve of her shoulder, and she shuddered.
"I don't want you to be afraid to ask for what you want, understand?" He said purposefully and she nodded desperately, licking her lips.
"Now," he rumbled, as he continued to tease her slick flesh. "What is this called?"
Maria blushed bright red, her heart skipping a beat as she shrugged. Georg grinned, loving that he was still able to scandalize her even after all these months, and in particular the last few weeks of their honeymoon.
Pressing a soft kiss to her neck, he whispered a filthy sounding word against her skin, slowing their hands until he was sure she was listening.
"Maria, you can't tell me where you want my tongue if you don't know what it's called, can you?" he questioned slowly, his deep, seductive voice making her body shiver.
With a shake of her head and her insides trembling, she repeated the word back to him. Her diction was sinful and deliberate as she showed him she was most definitely paying attention.
Georg groaned and rewarded her with a deep, satisfying stroke that made her toes curl. Enjoying the sound, he drew it out by letting their index fingers press briefly inside her, just enough to prolong her moans and make her hand dig into his thigh.
Maria whined as he suddenly withdrew his hand, sliding it back up her sex and leaving her bereft. She nearly growled in frustration as his fingers left, but soon swallowed her anger as he pressed their fingers against a spot made of pure fire.
"Oh, my," She almost screamed.
Georg huffed out a chuckle into her hair, hovering their fingers right over the top of her sex. "Do you know what this is?" he asked naughtily.
Maria bit her lip and shook her head. She didn't know what it was called but she did know that every time Georg had touched her there in the past, she felt as though she'd fly apart in his arms.
With slow, intentional movements he drew their fingers in circles over the swollen nub, making her breath hitch in her throat.
"Feels amazing though, right?" he teased.
"Captain, you have no idea." Maria giggled through her pleasure, humming at the delightful sensation.
Georg smiled widely into her shoulder and it was such a rare occurrence to see him outright grin that she almost turned around just to catch a glimpse.
"I have some idea, my love." he told her as lightened the pressure of their digits, barely touching her now; just tracing her fingers around the little button, torturing her. "You make the most delightful noises when I touch it." She moaned at that, shifting her hips upward, seeking out a firmer touch. He spoke a word then, whispering it into her ear, providing her with the name of the tiny spot that made her see stars and Maria, like any good student, repeated it.
"Good," he said softly, praising her in a way that turned both of them on. 'It's incredibly sensitive, you know," he continued softly. "And absolutely necessary for orgasm." Maria gulped at that.
She absolutely loved hearing him talk like this, oddly stimulated by the words that came out of his mouth. She had no idea how he managed to make everything sound so technical and yet still so utterly lewd at the same time, but it made her skin prickle and she writhed in his arms.
Her husband kept up the delicious torment, using her own fingers to stroke and circle and toy with her until all she could do was whine and tug at his trouser leg, arching her back and pressing her hips into their still entwined fingers.
He didn't let up, instead he made it worse by pressing her fingers hard against that aching, sensitive spot, over and over. Maria released a shocked gasp, hips jerking upward, as his lips curled into a smirk against her neck.
"Darling, you're supposed to be teaching me, not torturing me," she snapped out in a whine, panting loudly.
"Can't I do both?" He asked, sounding oddly amused. After a few more strokes he finally abandoned that dangerous spot and guided her with tantalizing slowness back to her entrance, circling their fingers over her opening. "Ready?" he asked.
His wife bit back a snippy, impatient remark, breathing in deeply instead. Focusing her attention on the solid weight of him behind her, the increased rhythm of his heart against her back, the soft exhalations against the side of her neck, Maria let go of the tension mounting in her body and suddenly felt nothing but overwhelming love and gratitude for the man holding her in his arms.
He hadn't once made her feel silly or inexperienced, hadn't once tried to make her do anything she wasn't comfortable with. He had been patient and gentle and very, very frustratingly thorough. Somehow, she loved him more now than she had when they'd tumbled into bed a few minutes ago.
She turned her head, smiling as he kissed her jaw tenderly.
"I'm ready, my love." she replied, her heart swelling at his tenderness.
At her words, Georg moved his hand to her wrist, guiding her touch down into the silken warmth of her body. Maria knew what he wanted her to do, that he was finished teaching, that it was her who had to take that final step. With a confidence she didn't entirely feel, she inhaled sharply and let her eyes flutter shut, as she allowed her fingers to dip into her body.
It felt new and foreign, yet, not at the same time. She supposed she should feel some sort of guilt, or shame, her entire upbringing she'd been taught that doing such a thing was a sin, and then in her previous vocation, even the idea of something so sexual and sinful was enough to have her kissing the floor in penetence, but with Georg enveloping her, teaching her, it didn't feel sinful, it felt sublime. It didn't feel like a betrayal of the bible, rather an extension of the love-making she and her husband were now free to partake in. Touching herself felt good, not as good as his fingers felt when they dipped into her heat, but certainly pleasurable and she felt absolutely no shame in it.
Georg kissed along her throat, his lips nipping at her skin as she sighed into the pleasure, sinking into his embrace. Maria tried to concentrate on the feeling of her fingers slowly inching in and out of her as her body adjusted to the new feeling of pleasuring herself for the first time.
With his large hand circled around her delicate wrist, he carefully maneuvered her, smirking smugly as she gasped at the sensation of her digits pressed snugly inside and Oh God, she wondered, was this what he felt every time he was inside her?
It felt absolutely sinful and she was suddenly terribly glad she didn't care about such things anymore.
"God in heaven," she breathed out, shivering at the thought. "Is this what it feels like for you?"
'What?" Georg asked with a heavy frown, his mind drunk on the eroticism of his wife touching herself.
"When you're inside me? So unbearably warm and -" she fumbled for a moment, distracted by their efforts. "Tight."
Her husband almost giggled, a very unmanly sound threatening to escape from his lips at the utterly scandalous words falling from her once very innocent lips. He was positive she didn't know how to talk dirty, and yet here she was spewing words that were absolutely filthy.
"Possibly," he rumbled, mouthing at her ear. "But even more. Imagine how sensitive you are, but everywhere." She groaned, suddenly hot all over.
"No wonder you always make that wicked little noise." she mused, making a similar noise now herself, her lips parting in a breathy moan as Georg stifled an amused chuckle.
With a confident move he tugged on her wrist, withdrawing her fingers, before thrusting back in again. Maria let out a small whimper, her eyes rolling back into her head as she settled more firmly against him, her toes curling into the sheets as together, they worked her over.
Georg helped her map the tight, swelling walls of her sex with great care, allowing her to push deeper each time. Maria arched into him, her head lolling back against his shoulder as her hips rocked up against their hands, drawing more moans from her mouth and more of that slick moisture from her sex.
Georg gladly followed the pace she set with the rolling of her hips, his hand puppeteering hers in the most salacious way imaginable.
"That's it," he crooned against her ear, loving how she seemed to be revelling in sensations. "There you go, just like that."
He snatched up her other hand from its death grip on his trouser leg, bringing it up and pressing it against her bare breast, curving his hand over hers as they squeezed. Maria hummed at the added stimulation and sped up the pace of her fingers. Georg growled as she shifted restlessly against him, her naked body writhing on top of him affecting him in the worst way.
Maria bit back a high-pitched whine, as he changed up the pace, throwing her head back in ecstasy.
Dropping his face into the crook of her neck, Georg suckled lightly on her skin there, knowing he was leaving a mark. Peering over her shoulder as they worked together to bring her over the edge, her sparkling blue eyes met his.
"Georg," she whispered breathlessly, tilting her head toward him. "Kiss me,"
Her husband grinned, dropping his lips to hers and stealing a deep kiss from her. His tongue pressed gently at her bottom lip seeking entrance into her mouth that she was only too willing to give. Her lower half rocked into their hands as she moaned into him, relishing the twist of his tongue in her mouth.
"One last little trick," he whispered, pulling away from her, smiling at the dazed look in her eyes - he loved when she was drunk on their kisses. Without slowing their rhythm at all, he guided her fingers forcefully into her. "Curl your fingers, Maria." he told her with a smirk.
Her blue eyes widened at his words, but she still did as he asked curling the two digits inside her just so. Then next time Maria rocked her hips, the tips of her fingers brushed against some unholy, earth-shattering place deep within and for one brief, shining moment, she was aware of nothing else on earth but the rapid pounding of her heart and the way her whole body trembled violently around the fingers inside her. Maria moaned loudly, blinking away the dark spots dotting her vision and gasped, staring open-mouthed at the ceiling as her chest heaved and her body fizzed with an electric current.
Georg said nothing, letting her recover from the intensity of her climax. His dark eyes drew over her body, loving the way she seemed to glow. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been worried about her previous life path, he'd been a little concerned her life at the Abbey may have stunted her sexuality, he was worried that a lifetime of purity would inhibit her, but he should have known that his little Fraulein would be anything but chaste with her bubbly personality and enthusiasm for life, of course she wouldn't have been anything but eager and vivacious in regards to their sex life.
Maria took a few deep breaths, melting into his embrace, her limbs feeling like jelly. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, tightening his grip on her wrist and dragging her hand upward. In a move she found both arousing and slightly mortifying, he took her fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. Watching him, she felt her knees tremble, utterly thankful she was laying down.
"You," she finally managed in a breathy whimper, her eyes dark and face flushed, "are an excellent teacher."
He grinned down at her, pleased to hear it. WIth a caring swipe of his hand he brushed aside her hair and dropped a lingering kiss to her shoulder.
"Well you are a very quick study, my love." Maria laughed softly at that, her cheeks flushing slightly at his praise.
"I was the governess, my dear," she replied sassily as she stretched out languidly, pointing her toes, before turning onto her side and curling up against his chest, kissing him
Georg wrapped his arms around her waist and cradled her to him as he deepened their kiss.
"And now you're my wife," he murmured as they broke apart breathlessly. Maria sighed, dragging her lips down his throat, her hand drifting down his bare chest and coming to rest on the button of his trousers. Georg shifted under her touch, biting back a growl as his hand once again came to rest atop hers, stilling her progress.
"Don't you want me to-" she queried with a frown, feeling suddenly nervous. Her husband smiled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips.
"You have no idea," he replied lowly, pulling her fingers up to his lips to kiss them lightly. His blue eyes met hers, their intensity stealing her breath. "But let's just give it a moment."
Maria smiled, blinking quickly to fight off the tears that threatened to come. She was so in love with this man, this man who would put off his own desire and release in lieu of simply holding her, this man who was so strong and yet so caring, so loving.
It's only been a matter of days but she has already found that these precious, delicate moments are her favourite, the moments just after they've been together; when her heart is still thudding erratically and the sweat hasn't quite dried on her skin, when Georg just holds her close and his fingers trail whisper-soft over her flesh. She never feels as close to him as she does laying in his arms.
It's strange to think that only a short time ago, being so completely vulnerable in front of him would have horrified her. She smiled into the crook of his neck, marvelling at how quickly she has grown to trust this terrible, soft-hearted man with absolutely every part of her. Unthinkingly he trails his fingers up and down her arm, eyes shut happily, his lips pressed to her hair, and she realises suddenly that the most incredible part of all this is that Georg - who was so closed off for so long, so silent and unreachable as her employer - is just as willing to be vulnerable in front of her.
"I love you, Georg," she whispered, afraid to break the spell, pressing her lips to his bare chest and snuggling impossibly closer.
"I love you too, Darling, more than you can possibly know," he muttered into her temple, pressing another kiss there.
Maria settled against him, closing her eyes. In a few moments, she'll push him back into the mattress and bring him just as much pleasure as he has just bought her, they'd get lost in their passion, tangled in thousand-count sheets, make love until the sun came up, but for now, they simply laid together, bathed in their love.
The Captain and the governess.
The student and the teacher.
The husband and the wife.
So there you go! Hopefully the ending wasn't too lame and it was tolerable. Please leave a review if you are so enclined.
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