Sully glanced up as his wife entered their room. Then he did a quick double take. His mouth fell open in astonishment. He had never imagined his modest wife dressed in something so tantalizing. The thin fabric clung to her body, emphasizing her tiny waist and generous breasts. His hands twitched in anticipation. A silent moment passed as Sully drank in the vision before him. Suddenly feeling self conscious, Michaela broke the silence, "Is it too much? I feel a bit silly." She covered her exposed cleavage with her hands.
"You look stunning, Chaela! Where did you get that?"
"It was a surprise from Dorothy."
"Remind me to thank her later," he swept her up in his arms and placed her on the massive four poster bed.
Kissing Sully was always a thrill to Michaela, something she tried not to indulge too much for fear of crossing a line. But tonight there was no need to stop, so she kissed him with the fiery passion that she had bottle up inside herself for so long. Sully matched her intensity and massaged her firm bottom through the silken nightgown, something she had never allowed before. She felt him lift the hem of her nightie and move his hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, sending chills down her spine. His fingers found their prize: the patch of auburn down that grew at the juncture of her legs. She moaned into his mouth as he traced the soft inviting petals of her womanhood. Every so slowly, he eased a finger inside of her, feeling the resistance of her maidenhead. Michaela was writhing beneath him, panting.
"I'd like to kiss you here," he whispered into her ear.
Michaela's eyes locked with his as she bit her lower lip and nodded. He pulled her nightgown up around her hips and began to kiss the insides of her thighs, making his way to her center torturously slowly. Finally his tongue ran over her delicate folds. Michaela was overwhelmed by the novel sensation. She grabbed handfuls of Sully's long hair and moved her hips to meet his mouth. Encouraged by her response, he quickened the circles over her tender bud. She began to cry out, "Sully, stop. I-I can't."
"Shhhhhhh," he whispered. "Relax." And with that he slipped a second finger inside of her. Michaela's consciousness fractured into a million pieces. She gasped for breath, and Sully pulled himself up to hold her as she rode the waves of pleasure. After she had regained her composure, she stretched in his arms.
"Sully. That was incredible. I-I didn't know it could be like that: so intense. So powerful. I didn't know that women could climax."
"They don't teach you that in medical school?"
"No, I suppose they don't consider it relevant since a woman's pleasure isn't necessary for procreation," she reflected practically.
Sully laughed, "I told ya there's a lot you have to learn by doin yerself."
"I suppose I still have quite a bit to learn," she cocked an eyebrow at him.
"You're not going to learn it all in one night," Sully snuggled in closer to his bride. As much as he wanted to continue the exploration of her body, he knew that she was tired and overwhelmed after experiencing her first orgasm. He wanted them to take their time with their physical relationship; there was no need to rush. He wanted to be sure that she was ready for each new step. There were so many things he wanted to share with her but they had the rest of their lives together.