The conductor, John, had told Sully that he would blow the train whistle thirty minutes before they arrived in Denver. Three sharp blasts and then one longer one. They had been peacefully sleeping in each other's arms. Sully had awoken while she still slept on top of him. He didn't want to wake her so he wasn't able to admire her body, at least not in a physical way. Affections so new, but he now knew exactly what she looked like, and subconsciously, it was already committed to his memory. Their lovemaking now replayed vividly in his thoughts.
The look of innocence taken from her and her eyes had sought understanding and refuge while also discovering love and pleasure. Sully wondered what kind of feelings that had brought about, that moment had to be so shocking for women, processing every possible emotion. His body entering hers was foreign but readily accepted. Continuing from the very moment he entered her, looking into her eyes, he saw everything, fear, love, pain, pleasures, disbelief, discovery, wonder and acceptance. He briefly thought about this being the second time he had seen such an occurrence, but this had still been different. He was older now, and she was a mature woman. The gentle movements had been for her sake but he had found immense pleasures in them, more so than his first time. He had been aroused by her maturity, aroused by the fact that she had waited so long for that moment when he was the one to teach her what passion was, what it felt like.
Still, to experience so much in that moment, to find pleasures in a moment that was so unsure, it was beyond virtue, it was beautiful. Thinking over it, he loved her even more, he loved her completely for trusting him with something so special, so important, so sacred to them both. The first spark of pleasure in her eyes had been so beautiful to him, her eyes had widened with profound discovery, her mouth opening, shocked about such a feeling, and because of its intensity she had closed her eyes, opening them a short time later, seeking more and loving him more in every moment. She was in complete shock and abandonment of what was proper and only desiring more pleasures, experiencing complete anticipation for contact that seemed to perfectly satisfy the painfully passionate longing to have this pleasurable bliss.
Sully had treasured the gasps, the vocalizations, and then totally taking her breath away as she tightly closed her eyes and called out. He had continued that pleasure, insistently pleasing her with devine pressure, and her gasp echoed in his ears as he had found his own release. He was aroused now, but he managed to control himself. Slowly his hands started moving about her body. Ivory soft skin under his fingers, he slowly caressed her sides and across her back.
Michaela woke to a pleasing feeling of his hands caressing her. It was strange waking up in such splendor, but it felt so nice, so loving. She lay still for a moment, enjoying his caresses, but it wasn't long before her fingers longed to caress over him as well. She started with the hand at his side. The skin in that particular place was so soft, and she thought it odd that she should enjoy the feeling so much, but she did. She loved him explicitly, and that feeling had only grown stronger since they had consummated their marriage. That moment came back to her, the one where a pleasing caress had become an undeniable satisfied completion.
Her center tightened, and she lifted her head and looked up into his eyes. Sully quickly reached out under her chin and gently held her in place as he leaned forward and their lips gently met. She kissed him back and they both smiled as they continued. But their time was interrupted by three short blasts followed by a longer one. Michaela paused and looked at him questioning the signal. He was disappointed after all the thoughts he had just had, that he would not be able to satisfy any further pleasures for her. "We're thirty minutes from Denver, we should probably get dressed."
She was disappointed as well but knowing she needed to appear presentable, she relinquished the pleasures they had begun to reignite. Starting to slide away from him, she felt him press her against him, and he rolled. She was now under his body once again, and she quickly met and searched his eyes, he leaned close and gave her the most gentle kiss. Pulling back he searched her eyes with every ounce of love he could convey. He smiled a little and whispered, "I wasn't ready to let you go." She smiled back at him, " to be continued," she smiled again. He kissed her again, "May I help you get dressed?" She smiled, never hearing of a man wanting to redress his wife, she was amused, "Only if I get to help you too." He kissed her again, "Deal."
They sat up, and Sully stood and held her hand as she joined him. They laughed and Sully reached for his pants on the floor. At the same time, Michaela found his belt and picked it up. Slipping his pants over his legs Michaela reached for the buttons that had been released, and buttoned them. As she smiled, she began to run his belt through the loops along his waist. She could have easily stayed in front of him, but as she positioned the belt, she slowly started moving around him, letting one hand drop lower as she caressed his thigh. She moved around him letting her hand caress the fabric, caressing over his backside, guiding his belt to it's place and finally ending up back in front of him. He waited. Michaela pulled the ends and his hips moved towards her. Putting the leather band through the buckle, she slowly pulled the slack from it, until it was tight. Then she stopped pulling and slowly and carefully latched the belt. Her hand remained upon his belt buckle, as she looked up into his eyes.
Reaching for her hand, Sully brought it to his lips and slowly kissed her thumb right above the knuckle. It sent tingling sensations throughout her. He held her hand and took her to the place where he had left her drawers on the floor. He stopped and turned towards her. Leaning in, he kissed her lips, and moved down her body. He kissed her neck and her chest. He moved to her shoulder and kissed the small beauty marks there. Then he moved down her body, finding another one at the top of her hip, and another on the side of her leg. He picked up her drawers and moved in front of her, holding them as she stepped into them and then standing up. His hands caressed up her legs and onto her hips as he moved to where the ties were and tightened them. Then his hands moved to her sides and he slowly caressed her. She smiled, "I'll have to get the top from my trunk. Sully smiled, "Shall we pick a dress for you now as well?" She smiled, how amusing it was to let him pick her dress. She had placed a dress at the top that she thought might be nice, but now she longed to know which dress he would like to see her in. They walked to her trunk of clothes that had been loaded before they embarked. She opened the top, and while the dress was beautiful, it was the dress that she had worn the first time he had asked her out to dinner, the same dress she had worn to the sweetheart's dance when he had learned to dance for her, that caught his eye. He reached for the dress and removed it from the trunk. " I think this one." She smiled and he continued, "I remember every moment. I was so nervous in Boston, asking you out to dinner, and you were so beautiful when we danced that reel at the sweetheart's dance. I think I would like to see you wear this when we walk into that hotel, on my arm of course." He stepped in closer and sweetly leaned in, gently kissing her lips.
Michaela sighed, she knew that every moment up until this moment had been plagued with little moments of doubt. The attraction, propriety, her life in Boston that she had left behind, the true feelings she had, the confrontation with her mother to love such a man, and her worry about becoming his wife, they had all been justified but being here with him, being his wife, was beautiful, it was more than she had ever hoped for.
She moved back to the trunk and found one of his shirts. Walking back to him, he held his arms out and she slid one side up his arm, letting her hands caress him, then she moved to the other side and let him put his arm through. Moving in front of him, she slowly stroked over his chest, and leaning in, kissed the area above his heart, embracing him and placing her head against his chest. Her breast pressed into him, and it no longer scared her, she wasn't fully confident yet, but she wasn't afraid to be like this with him. Leaning back, she reached for the first button on his shirt and continued down his center. When she finished he tucked the ends in, and she smiled. He was so handsome, and she was going to enjoy walking through Denver with him. She leaned back to the trunk and returned with a chemise. He helped her put it on, and then picked up the dress. He helped her put it on and then buttoned the back, kissing the center of her back and neck right above each button as he completed it. She moved to put her hair up, but he stopped her. "Will you leave it down?" She questioned if it would be appropriate, but looking into his love filled eyes, she didn't really care what was appropriate anymore. She stopped and lowered her hands, Sully picked up her brush, and said " May I?"
She sat down on the bed and he brushed through it, gently brushing away the tangles she had acquired while they had made love. When he finished, he moved her hair to the side and gently kissed her neck. He put on his shoes and helped her with her boots. He held out his hand and she stood, then he walked to the wingback chair that was closest to them and sat down, gently leading her to his lap. They both caressed and kissed each other until the train stopped at the station. When it stopped, Sully opened the door, stepped down onto the platform, and reached for her hand, leading her down the steps to his side. She slid her arm under his and her hand came to rest on his forearm. Smiling at her, neither one of them noticed that many envious eyes were upon them as they made their way to the carriage stop.