Mature content.
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It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon at the end of the summer. Sarah was in a room finishing getting ready with her family. Her parents looked at her in her wedding dress; she looked like the porcelain doll they would get the girls on Christmas. Her deep brown hair curled and placed in an up-do, her immaculate light skin, and the cream colored dress were the perfect combination for her.
Elizabeth had gotten married a couple of weeks before, but it was not so much her choice. A suitor proposed and she felt compel to say yes. She was not getting any younger and it was the very first man to show any interest in her. She knew she was not as pretty or intelligent as Sarah, so she hoped this wedding would brought her children and changed her mind from the informal competition with her baby sister.
In a different room, James was waiting nervously. His best friend Scott Moore was holding him a flask of whisky to calm his nerves; which he took with a smile. Although he enjoyed social outing and was well known in town, he had few very close friends. Scott was one of them. They met in college, studying law. After the end of his degree, Scott's father died and he had to take the family plantation. A knock on the door was the signal for the men to take their place at the altar.
The music started in the church and James turned around. Sarah made her way down the aisle, holding on to her father's arm. She was as excited as she was nervous. Her sister Elizabeth had told her the big line of what she should expect for the wedding night and she was scared. The second her eyes locked on her husband to be, her fears vanished. He was the only person she saw even though the church was full of friends coming together to celebrate their union.
The ceremony was soon over and the reception moved to the Stuart Manor. It had been an exhausting night. So many guests to greet, dances to indulge, people to talk to. Sarah and James did not have a minute together. They headed to James's house, now their home, in the middle of the night. On the coach, she laid her head on his shoulder, her arm under his. He turned his head to kiss her, lightly at first but soon with passion. She pulled back, her hand on his chest.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he saw her worries.
"I am nervous I think. About tonight," she looked down, feeling shy suddenly.
"What do you know about the wedding night?"
"Not much. This is how I can become with child. And that it hurts the first time," she felt ashamed to discuss such a topic, but felt some relief she told his about her nervousness.
"You are the dearest thing to me. It is true it hurts the first time, but I want you to make me a promise and tell me when you like or dislike my touches." She nodded. "We will get to know each other and it can only get better."
They arrived in time. She stepped out of the coach and saw his house for the first time. They walked the outdoor stairs to the front door. He opened it and she was greeted by his help. Jeremiah was a strong man in his fifties; he was in charge of the stables and mostly manual work. Aberdeen seemed like a happy woman with such a smile on her face; she was the maid and the cook. Sarah wondered if they were a couple. She had no time to daydream when James scooped her in his arms and walked the stairs up to the bedroom.
Suddenly, she felt her nervousness come back. He came toward her and resumed his kiss. They should not be interrupted anymore this time. Slowly, he spun her around and stared to unlace the back of her dress, while kissing her shoulder and neck. Her head tilted to the side, feeling the nervousness vanished and being replaced by butterflies in her stomach. He peeled every layer of clothing of her body until she was down to her chemise. He was about to slide it off her shoulder when she grabbed his wrists.
"Your turn," she simply said.
She sled his coat off his shoulders, letting her hands wander on his strong arms. She worked the many buttons of his waistcoat and it felt to the floor. She tried to undo his neckwear but was struggling with the knots. His hands covered her and undid the stubborn knots. She took hold of his shirt and lifted it over his head. She took a second to look at him and pressed the palm of her hands on his chest. She felt his heartbeat and the heat of his skin. Her hands sled down his torso and around his back as she lifted her head. He kissed her deeply and his hands wandered on her body; first on her back, then sliding down her buttocks, making their way to her chest, grabbing lightly her breasts. She moaned against his mouth as he did, and his tongue slid in her now open mouth. Her chemise felt to the floor and he took a step back to look at her. Her body was even more perfect than he could imagine. And she was now his. Her cheek turned red and she tried to hide herself for a minute.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he said as he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him.
"How many other women have you seen?" she candidly asked.
"The only thing that matter is that you will be the only one, until death do us part."
He walked with her to the bed and laid her comfortably on the back. He straddled her and kissed every inch of her skin. First, her cheek, her jaw line and her neck. He could feel her hands caressing his sides and back as he continued to kiss his way to her breasts. He rolled one of her nipple between his thumb and index, feeling it harden under his touch, hearing her moan. His tongue circled her nipple and sucked it slowly at first. As he continued his ministration, his hand caressed her other breast. His mouth slid down her belly leaving a trace of wet kisses.
He moved on the bed as he parted her legs; his fingers could feel her wetness. He smiled as he saw her back arched with his touch. He wasn't even started and she was writhing under him. His fingers traced up and down her slit before rubbing her clit. She could not believe the sensation she was feeling. Elizabeth was quite wrong when she described what the marital duty was yesterday. Or maybe her husband was not as skilled as James was. She felt her foot pointing, her fists grabbing the bed sheets. As she felt his fingers going in and out of her, she looked down and his tongue was licking her between her legs as well. She felt this pressure in the belly, and could not help the sounds she made. Then this pulsing sensation around his fingers was followed by a relief she never felt before.
"Is it over?" she asked as he stood up from the bed.
He put down one knee back on the bed to kiss her. "It is only the beginning, my love."
He took off his pant and Sarah gasped as she saw his erected member already glistening. She could not keep her eyes of it; she never saw anything that looked like that. He sat on the bed and passionately kissed her.
"I want you to touch me," he sighed in her ear as he grabbed her hand. He placed on his erection and kept his own hand over hers. He started to motion up and down, adding pressure to her touch. He felt his breathing shorten; this felt so good. When she saw the pleasure in his face, she grew confident and did not need his guiding hand.
Soon, he pushed her on her back and spread her legs open. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly slid in her wet cunt. She dug her fingers into his back as she felt the pain in her lower belly. He looked at her with concern, never wanting to hurt her in anyway. He stayed still until he felt her relax and he started to thrust in and out slowly.
"Move with me," he said as he grabbed her hip to show her how to meet his thrusts. As she did, he put his hands on both side of her head and sped up his pace. She was so beautiful under him like this, her eyes half close. He could not hold it any longer and he came inside her before he collapsed on top of her. Her hands caressed lovingly his back and interlocked in his hair.
"Gosh I love you, Mrs Wilkins," he said as he kissed her deeply. He rolled to his side and she cuddled on his chest, her leg hooked over his.