They had done it. That was it. They were finally married. Clarisse looked into the mirror as she prepared herself for one of the most important nights of her life, the consummation of her marriage. After she had removed her makeup and applied all of the necessary (not really) creams, she slipped into a nightdress that her new husband had given her for their wedding. It was beautiful. It was white and made of silk. It flowed down to her ankles and there was a split to her knee. It showed a little cleavage, but not too much. Its straps wove together to form intricate patterns on her back. Overall it was the most gorgeous nightdress she had ever seen. If she had wanted, she was sure it could have been a wedding dress.
She opened the bathroom door to find Rupert sitting on the bed, waiting patiently. He smiled as he saw her. She's perfect, he thought. As he gazed up and down her body, he felt a wave of lust wash over him, not just lust, but love for the woman he would be sharing the rest of his life with. He was a lucky man.
Clarisse walked over to her husband. Standing directly in front of him, she put her hands on his shoulders, and with a nod and smile, gave him permission to touch her. His hand moved around her waist as he stood up. He touched her lips with his, gently, then passionately.
Moments later they were tangled in bed, clothing long forgotten on the floor. Rupert's mouth was tracing its way down Clarisse's body. He parted her legs to touch where they both needed the most. His fingers slid into her body. She arched her back in response, never feeling pleasure like this. As he entered a third digit, she was on the verge of screaming. Her hands wound through his thick hair, pulling him closer to her aching body. She cried out as she came, hard. He kissed his way back to her mouth, the gently entered her body.
Rupert had never felt this passion that Clarisse had brought into his life. She was like a goddess. He could feel her legs wrap around his waist. He chuckled lightly, she was getting impatient.
"What are you laughing at?" she said breathlessly. He chuckled again.
"Nothing my dear, I love you," he responded, his mouth crashing down upon hers.
They came together, her slightly first and he, riding her waves of ecstasy. Hours later, after many more love making sessions, they lay there, cuddled close together. Each knew that their marriage, no matter what problems would come their way, would work out.
Finite
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