Paris was beautiful. As their bags were being placed in their car, she looked around wistfully at everything surrounding them. She couldn't wait to get out and explore and eat; she was very excited to try French food, and desperately hoped she found something she liked.

They made their way to the hotel, and her eyes lit up as they passed all the sights she had only before seen in books. For someone who was brought up in the mountains, the city was a complete contrast to anything she was used to, and her curiosity had peaked. She wondered what kinds of shows they would see and museums he would take her to, what kinds of souvenirs they would find for the children.

She felt like a child herself, her heart pounding with excitement as they entered their hotel and made their way to the elevator. When he opened the door to their suite, she was completely awestruck. It was the most beautiful place she had ever seen. A large sitting room greeted them, with a small kitchen off to the side, and the bedroom off to the other side with a large bathroom. She had stayed in a hotel before, but never one that had more than one large room with a bed in the middle. It was so much more than she imagined.

"Georg, I'm speechless!" He smiled as she walked about the suite, opening drawers and investigating their surroundings. When she arrived to the bedroom, she gasped. The bed was huge and covered in lush pillows and featherbeds. She kicked off her shoes. "Forgive me, but I have to do this."

"Do what, darling?" He looked up from a brochure he found to see his new wife running and jumping upon the bed, bouncing like a child. He began to laugh at the surprise of it all.

"Join me!" She shouted to him from the bed as she continued to jump, but he only shook his head. "Oh, you're not going to be this stuck up and boring the whole time, are you?"

"Stuck up and boring? Maria, we just spent ten hours on a train. This is how you wind down from that?"

"Yes!" She smiled as she jumped one last time and fell into a seated position, lying back upon the featherbed. She laughed at the feeling of being completely enveloped by the bed, taking a deep breath. "This is wonderful."

"Well, I'm glad you like it. It's the first of many wonderful things I have planned for us." She sat upon her elbows, meeting his eyes as he watched her from the doorway.

"Join me, now?" He was silent for a moment, and she couldn't tell what he was thinking. She raised her eyebrows suggestively at him, doing her best to stay calm while letting him know exactly what she meant. She had been thinking about getting him alone for months, and before she could do anything else, she wanted to do the one thing that had occupied both of their minds for so long.

"I'm afraid I'll never let you out of that bed if I join you." She shrugged, eyes wide and full of love.

"Then I suppose I shall expect to be here for a while." He walked to the side of the bed as she sat upon her knees, moving to the edge of the mattress so she could wrap her arms around his neck. She placed a gentle kiss upon his lips, holding him close as his arms moved around her waist. She felt him sigh against her as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against his lips before entering his mouth to meet his. Running her hands through his hair, she began to kiss across his cheek, moving to his neck like he had done to her many times before. She wanted to take the lead before they got to the moments that she would feel less confident. She began to undo his tie, her teeth gently grazing the side of his neck.

"You don't want to eat lunch first?" His words were breathless, and she smiled against him at the sound, tossing his tie to the floor behind him.

"No, we'll order in."

"We will?"

"Mmhmm." She kissed to the front of his neck, beginning to undo buttons on his shirt, kissing the skin that she found beneath as she traveled downward. She began untucking his shirt from his pants when she felt his hands around her wrists, stopping her movement. She straightened up to meet his eyes, still sitting upon her knees. "Have I done something wrong?"

"No, of course not. I feel like you're setting me on fire." She smiled, and he kissed her lips again, releasing her wrists from his grasp. "You won't believe it, but I'm nervous myself."

"You are?" Her eyebrows raised, and she felt surprised by his revelation. It somehow felt relieving that she wasn't the only one who desperately wanted to be together, but couldn't shake the nerves.

"I'm afraid to hurt you." She smiled, bringing her hands to his cheeks.

"You have to get me out of this dress before you worry about that, darling." He laughed, wondering how she was the one to put him at ease rather than the other way around. He kissed her as she moved her hands beneath his jacket and pushed it to the floor with his tie. She had never seen him without these items, and it excited her to finally peel away the layers and see the real him.

She felt his fingers begin with the top buttons on the back of her dress, fumbling a bit as he deepened their kiss. She pushed his shirt, stalling his work on her buttons for a moment, to remove the piece of clothing from his body. He kissed down her neck as he finally made it to the last button of her dress, which felt like an eternity. She would have to remember that the next time she made a dress, and perhaps try a zipper.

He lifted her from the bed and stood her before him, his lips hot against her own as she felt him slide her dress down her body, pulling her slip along with it and leaving her clad in only her bra, panties, and stockings. She moved to unbuckle his belt as their kiss continued, brushing her hands against the growing bulge beneath his zipper. He groaned into her mouth at the contact, which emboldened her to rub her palm over him, slowly. She was quite intrigued by what would bring him pleasure and forgot her shyness for a moment. He bit her bottom lip as she experimentally ran her hands over him, eventually pushing his pants to his ankles.

They broke apart, taking a moment to look at one another. She ran her hands over his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck as their bodies pressed together. He kissed her again, lifting her from the floor and placing her upon the bed once more. She moved toward the middle of the mattress as he removed his socks and shoes, kicking his pants off and leaving him only clad in his underwear. She would have blushed had she not been so taken aback by how sexy he looked, his tan body flexing as he moved over hers.

His lips found hers again, and he began exploring her body with his hands. He reached behind her to unclasp her bra, tossing it behind him to land with the rest of their discarded clothing. His warm palm caressed her bare breasts, and she sighed at the feeling, his lips moving down her neck. She was doing her best to calm her nerves, trying instead to focus on the pleasures he was bringing her. His lips moved slowly down her chest, pausing to take a nipple into his mouth. His hand moved lower and brushed over her through her panties. She sighed at the combination of his hand and lips, feeling overwhelming and perfect at the same time. She felt his tongue swirl and his lips suckle before he released her, moving down to her flat stomach.

He kissed over her hip, beginning to slide her stockings off in a slow, soft motion. She leaned upon her elbows to watch him, his lips pressing into the flesh of her thighs as he removed her other stocking and tossed it to the floor. He met her eyes and smiled, which she quickly returned. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, his eyes remaining connected to hers as he slid them down her legs, leaving her completely bare to him. Her heart was pounding.

He moved up her body once more stopping at her stomach and leaving gentle kisses as she lay back. She could feel the heat of his body against her lower half as he moved, terribly slowly, to kiss her inner thighs once more. Suddenly she gasped as his lips moved to her center, his tongue jetting out and sliding against every inch of her he could. He moved her legs over his shoulders as he settled in to working on her, dipping his tongue into her body, sliding it across every possible sensitive place he could. She couldn't believe the sensations coursing through her at his touch. Running her hands through his soft hair, she felt her back arching off the bed. Breathing had become quite difficult.

His breath was hot against her as he moved, his hands grasping her hips and digging into the flesh of her backside as she felt the pleasure growing inside. His tongue moved a bit faster, meeting her need as her hips moved against him, completely out of her control. He flattened his tongue against her, and she moaned loudly as the waves of her orgasm washed over her entire body. She clutched the blanket beneath her, gasping for air as he continued his ministrations until the last waves of pleasure subsided. He stood to quickly remove his underwear before he returned to her.

He kissed back up her weakened body, and she sighed in contentment, doing her best to ignore how loud she had become moments before. He kissed her lips, and she was vaguely aware that she could taste herself on him. Her heart pounded in her chest, as she knew they had made it to the point that scared her the most.

"I love you, Maria." His words were gentle, and she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his middle, giving him permission to position himself between her legs with a gentle kiss. He ran a hand through her hair touching her gently as he entered her body. She tried to relax, as she knew it would hurt less if she did, but she was so nervous she was shaking. He held her close as he thrust deeper into her, and she immediately cried out from the sharp pain.

"I'm sorry..." His kiss cut off her apology.

"No, please don't. You're perfect." She smiled through the tears that threatened to fall, and he kissed her again. He slowly pulled out and thrust into her once more. It hurt still, but she was more prepared and relaxed her body, eventually wrapping her legs around him for encouragement. The more he thrust, the more the pain gave way to something else. It wasn't exactly pleasure, but she understood how it would get there. The feeling became smoother, and the connection was so tight between them.

He kissed her, thrusting deeper when he knew the pain had subsided, and she ran her hands over his back. He was sweating, his movements becoming less fluid and more shaky. She was intrigued by watching him come undone, his jolted movements before he let go, gasping and bringing his forehead to hers as he thrust and filled her.

They stayed connected as he collapsed on top of her, sweat glistening on their bodies as they held tightly to one another.