So a lot of you were curious about my REALLY steamy version of the wedding
night, weren't you?? ;-)
Well... Here it is then. So to be clear, this is not a new chapter, but
another version of chapter 3.
This is definitely R-rated for quite explicit sexual content. If you don't
like that kind of thing - this is the time to stop reading!
Please be aware, that I absolutely don't want to offend anyone or do damage
to the characters in TSOM in any way! I just like to, eh, fool around with
them a bit..
The lay-out was hopeless before, so I tried to fix it. Hope this looks better.
Hope you enjoy it and please leave feedback (be it positive or negative). Thanks! JoolsFan
THE WEDDING NIGHT
With a small gesture of pride, Georg opened the door to the bridal suite, pushed it open completely, and then swooped Maria up in his arms to carry her over the threshold. Once inside, he gave her a soft kiss and set her to her feet in the middle of the room. Or, room? That was too small a word to describe the honeymoon suite. Maria gasped in admiration as she looked around. The suite had a sitting area with a fireplace, in which a cosy fire was already crackling. Next to two glasses, a bottle of champagne sat waiting in a cooler on a table in front of the sofa, by the fire. She turned and saw that behind her, there were steps leading upward to a higher area, where a large four-poster bed stood. It was made of dark wood, with cream coloured curtains, which were bundled at the posts and were more for decoration purposes than anything else. She also saw a high door on her right, which she thought would probably lead to the bathroom.
"Oh Georg, it's beautiful," she exclaimed, putting her hands to her face in joy. "And that's not all," he said. He opened the double doors to the balcony, then took her by the hand and led her outside. He stepped away to stand behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, as they looked out onto the gorgeous sight spread out before them.
The Altstadt Hotel was on the south bank of the river Salzach. And as the bridal suite was on the top floor, it offered a splendid view of the river, the Old City just across from it, and the Hohensalzburg Fortress, which towered over the city as if standing guard over it. For a while they just stood still, contently looking at the fairy tale at their feet. Maria noticed all the familiar sites, the Cathedral, the Palace at the Mirabell Gardens, and let her look linger long on the bell tower of Nonnberg Abbey. She was struck again at how life could have changed so dramatically in just a few months. In May, she had thought she would be a nun. but by August, she was a married woman, standing in the arms of her new husband on their wedding night. At that thought, Maria felt the nervousness rise inside of her again. What was to happen now? How did one behave on a wedding night? She'd quipped to Georg earlier today about how they needed to be patient for just a while, but the light-heartedness she'd felt then was gone now. She thought of all the people downstairs, who might still be enjoying a last glass of champagne, and who knew that at this very moment she was alone with her husband for the first time. She felt her stomach cringe. For a second she wished that she and Georg had given in yesterday, or last week, or any other time when they had had trouble pulling themselves out of a fiery embrace. It might have been easier and certainly more spontaneous if they'd just let their desire take over. This was such an artificial moment, she suddenly felt. No matter what they did now, what it would lead to would always be on her mind, making her nervous.
Georg felt her stiffen in his arms a bit. He took her shoulders and gently turned her round. "What is it," he whispered softly. Maria tried to smile at him, but he could see her eyes weren't with it. So when she whispered 'nothing' back at him, he didn't believe her. Georg looked at her closely. She didn't look at his face, but kept her eyes locked on his chest. "Are you nervous," he asked. Pushing her face into his chest, she nodded. But his answer surprised her. "Would it make you feel better if you knew, that I am too?" Now, Maria did lift up her face to him in surprise. "Are you? Really?" Disbelief was on her face. "Why?" She had thought that Georg, with the experience from bringing forth seven children, could never be nervous for his wedding night. "Maria, I love you. I just want everything to be perfect for you and I am worried I will not turn out to be what you expect me to be."
Oh, how could he not! Of course it would be perfect, Maria felt suddenly. His honesty melted her heart. It was such a relief that he could feel just as nervous as she. With a glad sigh they smiled at each other and the nervousness just seemed to evaporate into a loving embrace.
For a while they stood kissing, then broke off the kiss to just stand close to each other. Georg stroked her hair, and felt her shiver a bit. He didn't know whether it was out of enjoyment or from the cold, but he noticed that it was getting rather chilly out on the balcony anyway. Maria must be freezing in her thin gown. "Come," he whispered, and led her back inside and onto the couch. He poured two glasses of champagne, and pulled Maria close to him. She snuggled into his arms with a satisfied sigh and they just sat like they had done so many nights before in the past weeks, staring into the flames of the fire and simply enjoying being in each other's arms.
Maria slowly sipped her champagne. She had only drunk alcohol a few times since her engagement, and she wasn't used to the effect it had on her yet. It made her giggly. and somehow, she didn't feel giggly would be the right mood for tonight. So, she only took careful sips, mainly playing around with her glass a bit and relishing in the feeling of Georg so close to her.
After a while, Maria felt Georg moving his head toward hers, and when he whispered into her ear, she almost felt it more that actually heard it. "Thank you for making me whole again." She felt a shiver shoot down her spine, as much caused by his words as his warm breath on her skin. She turned around to face him. "And thank you. For showing me the life I was born to live."
For a moment, they just looked into each other's eyes. Then their heads moved slowly together, and a small moan escaped from Maria when she felt Georg's soft lips on hers. His lips never leaving hers, he took her champagne glass out of her hand and put it on the table. Kissing, they sank back into the pillows of the couch. Georg held Maria in a tight embrace with one hand on her back, while the other hand explored the soft skin on her neck. He let his fingers travel along the neckline of her dress, and felt her heartbeat fasten as she felt him on her sensitive skin. His hands caressed her back, her arms, her face.
Then, when he felt his desire growing stronger, Georg stood up from the couch and extended a hand to Maria. "Come," he whispered, and she took his hand and got up as well. He led her up the steps toward the bed. When they reached the bed, Maria stood still, looking down at her gown. Putting his arms around her, Georg smiled, "Your gown is beautiful. but don't you think you'll be more comfortable without it?" He looked at her face, and was glad to see he didn't encounter any of the apprehension she'd felt before anymore. On the contrary, her face broke into a shy, but also slightly excited smile. Rightly, he took that as a sign to go on, and his hands roamed her back, finding the buttons of her dress. Carefully, he opened them all, while she just stood still, her hands on his chest. When his was finished, he tilted his head at her, silently asking for her affirmation. At Maria's smile, he pushed the material of the dress of her shoulders, sliding his hands all the way down her arms to get the sleeves off her. With a rushing sound, the dress fell down to her feet in a cloud of silk.
Georg breathed deeply for a moment when he saw her standing there, smiling, in her thin silk slip, her arms and shoulders bare. "You look absolutely beautiful," he told her, and helped her step out of the dress and out of her shoes.
While standing close to him and looking at his face, Maria let her hands fumble the buttons of his coat, which soon joined her gown on the floor. When Georg's vest had also found a place with the other discarded clothes, they moved to the bed, trying to lie down while not wanting to stop kissing.
When Maria was momentarily distracted, fidgeting with her slip a bit to get comfortable, Georg got up on one elbow and looked at her. When she turned her attention back to him again, her eyes were wide open, darker blue than he'd ever seen them, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. The thin silk of her slip didn't hide much, and he admired her beautiful frame, the soft curve of her hips, her flat stomach, the rounding of her breasts. He felt his own excitement rise and he took a deep breath, promising silently to take it slow.
He bent over her and his mouth found hers. As his hands began caressing her body, a soft moan escaped from Maria's lips. The silk of her slip was so thin, that she felt the warmth of his hands on her as though there was nothing between them. She was amazed at the tingle she felt as his strong, but surprisingly soft hands travelled over her stomach, her thighs, and up her sides. When Georg started trailing kisses along the line of her neck and she felt his hot breath on the skin between her breasts, she felt a jolt of pleasure shoot down to her stomach and she let out a soft "ah" in surprise.
His hands moved up slowly, and she felt his fingers caress the curve of her breasts, then moving up even higher to cup them completely, touching her softly and arousing her more than she thought possible.
Even though Maria loved the new sensations Georg was making her feel, she was not satisfied to just lie back and let it happen. So she gently pushed him back into the pillows and bent over to kiss him, feeling it was now Georg's turn to lie back while she went exploring a bit.
She undid the top buttons of his shirt with one hand, supporting her weight on the other, and playfully trailed her index finger over every bit of his skin that she exposed. Then she let her kisses wonder downward too. She kissed him with little butterfly kisses, which drove him insane, all along his neck, his ribs, until she reached his flat, muscular stomach. Having undone all the buttons, Maria pushed aside his shirt and rubbed her hand over his bare chest, admiringly looking at his torso.
Wanting to feel her more, Georg pulled her toward him in a sudden movement, so that she lost her balance and fell on top of him. The both laughed, but quickly their laughter was smothered in kisses. Georg moaned deeply as he enjoyed the feeling of her weight on him, her breasts pressing against his bare chest, and his hands roaming over her back. He felt the zipper of her slip and slowly started pulling it down. When he was done, he moved his hands to her shoulders, wanting to slip the material off of her. But Maria took his hand, making him stop his movement.
"What is it, am I going too fast," he whispered in her ear. "No," she murmured. "But wait.."
She sat up on her knees next to him and moved up higher, until she was sitting next to his chest. She looked at his face and smiled, a little shyly, but also happily. Then she took his hand in hers, moved it up to her shoulder, and pushed the silk strap downward with his hand. Then she put his hand on her other shoulder and let go of him. He didn't move for a second, until he saw her nod, almost invisibly, that it was ok. With a careful, almost sacred gesture, he pushed away the silk from her other shoulder as well. The sleek material slid down her arms and body and fell around her waist. He looked at her in silent admiration. As he laid her gently down beside him, he carefully peeled the last of her clothing away from her.
She now lay in front of him completely naked and he let his eyes drift over her in complete awe. She was gorgeous, perfect, her skin soft and warm, and she seemed to glow from within. And even though he could see a glimpse of nervousness in her face, she also looked at him with eyes so full of trust it almost brought him to tears. He swore again to be careful. to make this first time for her as special as was within his power to give her. Without much further ceremony, Georg quickly removed what was left of his own clothing and lay down next to her on the bed. Maria looked at him, filled with love and curiosity. She had never seen a naked man before, especially not in such an obviously aroused state as Georg at this moment. He was glad to see her curiosity - at least it showed that she felt comfortable and at ease, reasoned Georg. He just let her look for a while, knowing she was receiving so many new impressions, and not wanting to hurry her.
As she satisfied her eyes, Maria also let her hands do some exploring. She stroked his chest, running her fingers through his chest hair, then moved down across his stomach to his navel. She stroked his thighs, his sides, and while enjoying her exploration, Maria kept glancing at Georg's face. She wanted to learn how he would react to her caresses, and despite her lack of experience, she could easily tell he was approving of her actions. Their hands were soon all over each other and their touches and kisses became more urgent. Georg let his hand drift downwards and bit his lip in excitement when he felt her warm, wet centre. Maria's breath fastened and she shivered as she was completely overwhelmed by everything Georg was making her feel.
She had been right, she'd known all along there was more to lovemaking than just letting her husband have his way, and she enjoyed every minute of it. She wondered at the tingle of her skin, the butterflies in her stomach, the wetness between her legs, and she trusted Georg completely. He knew she was as ready as he was and carefully, Georg rolled her onto her back and settled himself on top of her gently. Carrying his weight on one arm, he softly stroked her face with the other hand.
"Are you all right," he asked softly, looking into her dark blue eyes, which were filled with desire. She didn't say anything, but just nodded in affirmation.
Slowly, carefully, he placed himself against her warm entrance and entered her. She seemed startled for a moment, but then looked up to him with her eyes wide open in an expression of aroused, happy wonder. Georg's mouth found hers, and they melted together, riding the waves of their love and passion as they finally were one.
The lay-out was hopeless before, so I tried to fix it. Hope this looks better.
Hope you enjoy it and please leave feedback (be it positive or negative). Thanks! JoolsFan
THE WEDDING NIGHT
With a small gesture of pride, Georg opened the door to the bridal suite, pushed it open completely, and then swooped Maria up in his arms to carry her over the threshold. Once inside, he gave her a soft kiss and set her to her feet in the middle of the room. Or, room? That was too small a word to describe the honeymoon suite. Maria gasped in admiration as she looked around. The suite had a sitting area with a fireplace, in which a cosy fire was already crackling. Next to two glasses, a bottle of champagne sat waiting in a cooler on a table in front of the sofa, by the fire. She turned and saw that behind her, there were steps leading upward to a higher area, where a large four-poster bed stood. It was made of dark wood, with cream coloured curtains, which were bundled at the posts and were more for decoration purposes than anything else. She also saw a high door on her right, which she thought would probably lead to the bathroom.
"Oh Georg, it's beautiful," she exclaimed, putting her hands to her face in joy. "And that's not all," he said. He opened the double doors to the balcony, then took her by the hand and led her outside. He stepped away to stand behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, as they looked out onto the gorgeous sight spread out before them.
The Altstadt Hotel was on the south bank of the river Salzach. And as the bridal suite was on the top floor, it offered a splendid view of the river, the Old City just across from it, and the Hohensalzburg Fortress, which towered over the city as if standing guard over it. For a while they just stood still, contently looking at the fairy tale at their feet. Maria noticed all the familiar sites, the Cathedral, the Palace at the Mirabell Gardens, and let her look linger long on the bell tower of Nonnberg Abbey. She was struck again at how life could have changed so dramatically in just a few months. In May, she had thought she would be a nun. but by August, she was a married woman, standing in the arms of her new husband on their wedding night. At that thought, Maria felt the nervousness rise inside of her again. What was to happen now? How did one behave on a wedding night? She'd quipped to Georg earlier today about how they needed to be patient for just a while, but the light-heartedness she'd felt then was gone now. She thought of all the people downstairs, who might still be enjoying a last glass of champagne, and who knew that at this very moment she was alone with her husband for the first time. She felt her stomach cringe. For a second she wished that she and Georg had given in yesterday, or last week, or any other time when they had had trouble pulling themselves out of a fiery embrace. It might have been easier and certainly more spontaneous if they'd just let their desire take over. This was such an artificial moment, she suddenly felt. No matter what they did now, what it would lead to would always be on her mind, making her nervous.
Georg felt her stiffen in his arms a bit. He took her shoulders and gently turned her round. "What is it," he whispered softly. Maria tried to smile at him, but he could see her eyes weren't with it. So when she whispered 'nothing' back at him, he didn't believe her. Georg looked at her closely. She didn't look at his face, but kept her eyes locked on his chest. "Are you nervous," he asked. Pushing her face into his chest, she nodded. But his answer surprised her. "Would it make you feel better if you knew, that I am too?" Now, Maria did lift up her face to him in surprise. "Are you? Really?" Disbelief was on her face. "Why?" She had thought that Georg, with the experience from bringing forth seven children, could never be nervous for his wedding night. "Maria, I love you. I just want everything to be perfect for you and I am worried I will not turn out to be what you expect me to be."
Oh, how could he not! Of course it would be perfect, Maria felt suddenly. His honesty melted her heart. It was such a relief that he could feel just as nervous as she. With a glad sigh they smiled at each other and the nervousness just seemed to evaporate into a loving embrace.
For a while they stood kissing, then broke off the kiss to just stand close to each other. Georg stroked her hair, and felt her shiver a bit. He didn't know whether it was out of enjoyment or from the cold, but he noticed that it was getting rather chilly out on the balcony anyway. Maria must be freezing in her thin gown. "Come," he whispered, and led her back inside and onto the couch. He poured two glasses of champagne, and pulled Maria close to him. She snuggled into his arms with a satisfied sigh and they just sat like they had done so many nights before in the past weeks, staring into the flames of the fire and simply enjoying being in each other's arms.
Maria slowly sipped her champagne. She had only drunk alcohol a few times since her engagement, and she wasn't used to the effect it had on her yet. It made her giggly. and somehow, she didn't feel giggly would be the right mood for tonight. So, she only took careful sips, mainly playing around with her glass a bit and relishing in the feeling of Georg so close to her.
After a while, Maria felt Georg moving his head toward hers, and when he whispered into her ear, she almost felt it more that actually heard it. "Thank you for making me whole again." She felt a shiver shoot down her spine, as much caused by his words as his warm breath on her skin. She turned around to face him. "And thank you. For showing me the life I was born to live."
For a moment, they just looked into each other's eyes. Then their heads moved slowly together, and a small moan escaped from Maria when she felt Georg's soft lips on hers. His lips never leaving hers, he took her champagne glass out of her hand and put it on the table. Kissing, they sank back into the pillows of the couch. Georg held Maria in a tight embrace with one hand on her back, while the other hand explored the soft skin on her neck. He let his fingers travel along the neckline of her dress, and felt her heartbeat fasten as she felt him on her sensitive skin. His hands caressed her back, her arms, her face.
Then, when he felt his desire growing stronger, Georg stood up from the couch and extended a hand to Maria. "Come," he whispered, and she took his hand and got up as well. He led her up the steps toward the bed. When they reached the bed, Maria stood still, looking down at her gown. Putting his arms around her, Georg smiled, "Your gown is beautiful. but don't you think you'll be more comfortable without it?" He looked at her face, and was glad to see he didn't encounter any of the apprehension she'd felt before anymore. On the contrary, her face broke into a shy, but also slightly excited smile. Rightly, he took that as a sign to go on, and his hands roamed her back, finding the buttons of her dress. Carefully, he opened them all, while she just stood still, her hands on his chest. When his was finished, he tilted his head at her, silently asking for her affirmation. At Maria's smile, he pushed the material of the dress of her shoulders, sliding his hands all the way down her arms to get the sleeves off her. With a rushing sound, the dress fell down to her feet in a cloud of silk.
Georg breathed deeply for a moment when he saw her standing there, smiling, in her thin silk slip, her arms and shoulders bare. "You look absolutely beautiful," he told her, and helped her step out of the dress and out of her shoes.
While standing close to him and looking at his face, Maria let her hands fumble the buttons of his coat, which soon joined her gown on the floor. When Georg's vest had also found a place with the other discarded clothes, they moved to the bed, trying to lie down while not wanting to stop kissing.
When Maria was momentarily distracted, fidgeting with her slip a bit to get comfortable, Georg got up on one elbow and looked at her. When she turned her attention back to him again, her eyes were wide open, darker blue than he'd ever seen them, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. The thin silk of her slip didn't hide much, and he admired her beautiful frame, the soft curve of her hips, her flat stomach, the rounding of her breasts. He felt his own excitement rise and he took a deep breath, promising silently to take it slow.
He bent over her and his mouth found hers. As his hands began caressing her body, a soft moan escaped from Maria's lips. The silk of her slip was so thin, that she felt the warmth of his hands on her as though there was nothing between them. She was amazed at the tingle she felt as his strong, but surprisingly soft hands travelled over her stomach, her thighs, and up her sides. When Georg started trailing kisses along the line of her neck and she felt his hot breath on the skin between her breasts, she felt a jolt of pleasure shoot down to her stomach and she let out a soft "ah" in surprise.
His hands moved up slowly, and she felt his fingers caress the curve of her breasts, then moving up even higher to cup them completely, touching her softly and arousing her more than she thought possible.
Even though Maria loved the new sensations Georg was making her feel, she was not satisfied to just lie back and let it happen. So she gently pushed him back into the pillows and bent over to kiss him, feeling it was now Georg's turn to lie back while she went exploring a bit.
She undid the top buttons of his shirt with one hand, supporting her weight on the other, and playfully trailed her index finger over every bit of his skin that she exposed. Then she let her kisses wonder downward too. She kissed him with little butterfly kisses, which drove him insane, all along his neck, his ribs, until she reached his flat, muscular stomach. Having undone all the buttons, Maria pushed aside his shirt and rubbed her hand over his bare chest, admiringly looking at his torso.
Wanting to feel her more, Georg pulled her toward him in a sudden movement, so that she lost her balance and fell on top of him. The both laughed, but quickly their laughter was smothered in kisses. Georg moaned deeply as he enjoyed the feeling of her weight on him, her breasts pressing against his bare chest, and his hands roaming over her back. He felt the zipper of her slip and slowly started pulling it down. When he was done, he moved his hands to her shoulders, wanting to slip the material off of her. But Maria took his hand, making him stop his movement.
"What is it, am I going too fast," he whispered in her ear. "No," she murmured. "But wait.."
She sat up on her knees next to him and moved up higher, until she was sitting next to his chest. She looked at his face and smiled, a little shyly, but also happily. Then she took his hand in hers, moved it up to her shoulder, and pushed the silk strap downward with his hand. Then she put his hand on her other shoulder and let go of him. He didn't move for a second, until he saw her nod, almost invisibly, that it was ok. With a careful, almost sacred gesture, he pushed away the silk from her other shoulder as well. The sleek material slid down her arms and body and fell around her waist. He looked at her in silent admiration. As he laid her gently down beside him, he carefully peeled the last of her clothing away from her.
She now lay in front of him completely naked and he let his eyes drift over her in complete awe. She was gorgeous, perfect, her skin soft and warm, and she seemed to glow from within. And even though he could see a glimpse of nervousness in her face, she also looked at him with eyes so full of trust it almost brought him to tears. He swore again to be careful. to make this first time for her as special as was within his power to give her. Without much further ceremony, Georg quickly removed what was left of his own clothing and lay down next to her on the bed. Maria looked at him, filled with love and curiosity. She had never seen a naked man before, especially not in such an obviously aroused state as Georg at this moment. He was glad to see her curiosity - at least it showed that she felt comfortable and at ease, reasoned Georg. He just let her look for a while, knowing she was receiving so many new impressions, and not wanting to hurry her.
As she satisfied her eyes, Maria also let her hands do some exploring. She stroked his chest, running her fingers through his chest hair, then moved down across his stomach to his navel. She stroked his thighs, his sides, and while enjoying her exploration, Maria kept glancing at Georg's face. She wanted to learn how he would react to her caresses, and despite her lack of experience, she could easily tell he was approving of her actions. Their hands were soon all over each other and their touches and kisses became more urgent. Georg let his hand drift downwards and bit his lip in excitement when he felt her warm, wet centre. Maria's breath fastened and she shivered as she was completely overwhelmed by everything Georg was making her feel.
She had been right, she'd known all along there was more to lovemaking than just letting her husband have his way, and she enjoyed every minute of it. She wondered at the tingle of her skin, the butterflies in her stomach, the wetness between her legs, and she trusted Georg completely. He knew she was as ready as he was and carefully, Georg rolled her onto her back and settled himself on top of her gently. Carrying his weight on one arm, he softly stroked her face with the other hand.
"Are you all right," he asked softly, looking into her dark blue eyes, which were filled with desire. She didn't say anything, but just nodded in affirmation.
Slowly, carefully, he placed himself against her warm entrance and entered her. She seemed startled for a moment, but then looked up to him with her eyes wide open in an expression of aroused, happy wonder. Georg's mouth found hers, and they melted together, riding the waves of their love and passion as they finally were one.