After Henry had thrown his clothes onto the back of a chaise lounge, not worried in the least they might wrinkle, he stood there in front of Vicki totally nude. He was the picture of perfection in her eyes. She had had a few lovers in her time, but Henry was different. He was not only well-proportioned in every way, beautiful to look at and extremely talented in many ways, his tenderness with her was unmatched. He loved her for who she was, not who he wanted her to be. She knew he gave up his entire way of life for her. He risked not knowing what might happen to be with her. She was ready to give her all to him, her heart, mind, body, boy was she ready to give him her body, but she wanted to please him first, take it slow. He completed her, made her whole. Never had anyone done that for her. It took a 480 year old vampire to make her into the woman that stood before him.
"Okay, your turn" he said his muscles rippling with the slightest movement he made. It almost made Vicki gasp for air. Seeing him nude was nothing new. Seeing him nude as her husband was. He was completely erect, pulsing, ready.
She moved to him very slowly, turned and said, "You'll have to undo me, " sweeping her hair sensually to the side so he could reach her buttons. He eyed the pulse in her neck, causing his eyes to go black with desire.
His erection pressed against the small of her back and her butt, causing her to take a in quick breath . Henry could hear and feel her pulse and wanted so much to just rip that dress off of her, throw her on the bed and take her now. He didn't because he knew she wanted it to be as if it were there first time making love. Actually, it would be as husband and wife. Vicki wanted more though, Henry was willing to indulge her.
He finished unbuttoning her. Vicki had not worn anything under the dress except a pair of high-cut lace panties and stockings. He turned her and she was completely nude too, she had slipped out of her stockings and panties very quickly. Henry was impressed, that was usually his move.
He moved to her, she put her hand on his chest and stopped him. She pushed him to the bed, forcing him to sit on the edge.
"Vicki," he barely breathed out," what are you doing?"
She made him sit, then kneeled in front of him. His eyes grew wide.
She took him in her hand, using her finger, she circled the tip of him very slowly. He threw his head back, moaning. Vicki rolled her eyes up at him and they had gone silver. Using her tongue, she started at the end of the shaft, she licked slowly up toward the tip. He was pulsating with every touch, lost in the pleasure she was causing him. She was stroking the shaft of him while taking him in her mouth, then running her tongue back down him again. She went to the inside of his thigh, licked then nipped at it making him shudder. She went back to the tip of him and took him all the way in, which took her some time to learn when they first got together as he was well endowed, but not too much, she loved every inch, length and width. He was grabbing the comforter on bed in both hands, letting out a low growl with each thrust of her mouth down onto him. She knew he was close so she lept up onto him, slid down and began to ride him. He sat up more, grabbed both sides of her hips and ground into her until he screamed in orgasm, throwing his head back, making his hair fling wildly, spasming over and over until he lay back with her on top of him, both of them panting.
When they both caught their breath, they decided to take a shower, first her, then him. That was round one.
Vicki had showered, brushed her teeth, then got into the bed to wait for Henry. This was her wedding night. She was a married woman. They had said very little after they had begun their lovemaking, but words weren't necessary right now. Sometimes, actions speak volumes. She lay there thinking of all the things she would tell Henry later. She knew there wouldn't be much sleeping tonight anyway. She knew between the lovemaking and telling him everything, she might not be able to.
Henry's exiting of the bathroom interrupted her thoughts.
Henry smiled at her, he was wearing nothing but a towel. The bathroom behind him was still steaming, the smoke misting around the back of his body, making him look like something out of a novel. The water from his hair was dripping down his face, falling onto his neck, running down his collarbone, onto his muscled chest, making a small circle around his nipple, continuing down into the towel, which had now been discarded.
She was having nasty naughty big girl thoughts right now. The look on her face said as much.
The water coninued to roll down onto him, causing little droplets to fall on the floor, but not before running around his erection again like the stripe on a barber's pole.He was definitely sex on two legs tonight.
Henry stared at Vicki's nude body lying there, waiting for him. He walked slowly toward the bed, teasing her, it was her turn now.
He climed onto the bed, flipping Vicki completely over onto her back. He laid down beside her and began kissing her, first her forehead, then down to her mouth. He pushed her lips open running his tongue along the outside of them before inserting it into her mouth. He pressed his body onto her, she wiggled underneath him..no not yet..she was so ready and eager. She smelled of jasmine, his favorite, she had washed her whole body in it, it was driving him wild but because she had taken care of him the first time, he would be able to control himself better. He moved down to her neck, alternating nibbling and nipping, causing her to cry out. He knew that she might be telling him dirty things, but he didn't care tonight. They were alone, he was taking advantage of that.
He moved down to her collarbone, running his tongue along it, then moved to her breasts, taking turns with each one. He took her nipples into his mouth, one at a time, nipping and licking them. He would pull at them too, making her cry out in pleasure each time.
"Henry, Henry, don't tease me.." she said in that sexy bedroom voice of hers.
He smiled wickedly. He moved down to her stomach, forcing her legs apart with his strong hands, although at that point there wasn't much forcing, just helping. He moved down onto her using his tongue in ways that shouldn't be possible. He licked and nipped her thighs on each side, making her writhe even more.
He slowly, deliberately licked up one thigh, blew his hot breath between her legs, then darted his tongue into her, quickly and hard.
"HOLY SHIT!" she yelled. They were alone, she could say whatever the hell she wanted , she was gone, lost in Henryland, where the rides were fast, hard and damn fine.
He moved up and found that one spot, the one that would drive her over the edge. He circled it slowly, making her squeak and moan, at the same time. He moved back down again, darting his tongue in and out of her, she cursed again.
"Dammit Henry stop that..don't stop that.." she was grabbing his hair, pulling him back up into position.
He used some techinque that she knew must be unique to him because no man had ever done it to her before Henry. He rolled her in his mouth gently, but quickly and when he could feel she was close, he put his fingers in her, shoving them in and out.
As she came, she screamed quite loudly, "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," over and over, her body convulsing, grabbing the comforter in both hands.
She was so wet, Henry pulled himself up and over her, sliding himself into her, but it was her turn again. She sat up and with some kind of gymnastic ability, she turned around backwards to him, without ever losing him out of her. That made Henry growl in the sensation it caused.
She postitioned herself so that she could ride him but this time, the way she was facing him, she could take him all the way in. She knew this was his favorite position because it rubbed that very sensitive spot. She would use this position to roll her body down onto him rubbing him just right. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him, he ran his hands down her sides, making her shiver. He cupped both breasts in his hands, rubbing her nipples with both thumbs. Vicki began to pump him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Henry was on the edge, but he waited, waited for Vicki. And he didnt' have to wait long, she came again, multiple times again. He could feel her tightening and relaxing with him inside of her. He was in heaven..
He screamed again and again as he slammed into her with the force of the orgasm she had helped him reach.
Again, they lay panting, this time, side by side. Vicki had her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. He had his arm wrapped around her, holding her as if she would disappear.
He kissed the top of her head and said, "I love you Vicki Fitzroy." he sure did like to say that out loud.
"I love you too, so very much" and he knew she meant it. Then it hit him..he didn't have a wedding gift for her.
"Vicki, I don't have a gift for you. You'll have to let me get you something in London." Vicki knew Henry was very traditional and that getting your new wife a gift was something he would want to do.
"Henry, let's worry about that later. But I do have something to tell you, actually, I have a lot to tell and something to give you."
"Great, that's worse, you have something for me."
"Well, this isn't exactly from ME per se, it's from someone else." Vicki said apprehensively, not sure how he would react.
He tilted his head at her looking confused.
She got up, put a robe on and went to get something from her suitcase.
She pulled out a small box, wrapped in white.
She sat on the bed and handed him to box.
He turned it over, looking for a tag.
"Who.." he started to ask.
"Your mother, it's from your mother Henry." she answered before he could finish.
Henry's eyes filled with tears...