I waited patiently until Arnaut joined me in the tent. I sat up in the bed and smiled shyly at him.
"Ah, my lovely Pippin. Your beauty dims the stars and puts the rose to shame."
He stood next to the bed and leaned over me. He cupped my chin with one of his large hands and held it so I faced him. He said nothing and moved not a muscle for some time. Finally, his head slowly descended and his lips tenderly brushed mine. His kiss was feather soft. His lips tasted of the sweet wine that had been served with dessert. Oh, how like an alcoholic I felt. That taste was nowhere near enough.
Arnaut broke our kiss and stepped away from the bed. He removed his doublet, hose and linen undershirt and stood before me in all his naked glory. I felt a shiver run up my spine and my nether parts tingle. My God, he's gorgeous! Wearing all that armor apparently built some serious muscles. As we'd say in the twenty-first century, he was ripped with six-pack abs. A light dusting of dark hair spread across his chest. To put it simply, he was one hell of a fine specimen of a male of the human species!
My gaze fell lower and I felt my heart thump against my chest wall as I got my first look at a man in the aroused state. Now I became nervous. Good grief, are all men that large? And that's supposed to fin inside me? Yeah, right! There's no way!
Arnaut must have sensed my anxiety as he slid into the bed next to me. He made no move to initiate any kind of sex act. He simply gathered me into his arms and held me close to him.
I lay in his gentle embrace listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. My anxiety began to fade and was replaced by a feeling of security and belonging. Instead of fearing the consummation of the marriage vows, I began to wish that Arnaut would just do it. Finally, I couldn't stand the waiting any longer. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressed my body to his and kissed him full and deep.
When our kiss broke, he chuckled softly. "I knew that you would tell me when you were ready, my sweet Pippin." Then his lips were on mine again as his hands freely roamed over every inch of my naked body. Soon, his mouth followed his hands and he left my skin feeling as though I were on fire every place his kisses fell. My face, my neck, my breasts, my stomach all received attention from his lips. "Oh, God, yes, please, there again", I thought as he spread my thighs and once again assaulted my most sensitive area with his tongue.
I felt I was near the edge of a cliff. I wanted to jump. I moved closer and closer to the precipice, but couldn't quite manage to throw myself over the edge. Then Arnaut slipped one of his large fingers into my tight passage. The internal combined with the external stimulation proved more than my body could bear and I came violently, sobbing his name over and over.
Arnaut acted quickly. He was immediately up on his knees and I felt the probing of his manhood seeking entry. I was still in the throes of my orgasm when he slid his shaft home into me, seating himself to the hilt and tearing through my maidenhead. Then he held absolutely still. I felt some discomfort as I stretched to accommodate him but no true pain.
Soon, even the discomfort began to fade and Arnaut began to move within me. He propped himself on his elbows above me and began kissing my face, ears and neck. He murmured in my ear, "My love, my Pippin, my wife."
Before too long, my body's instincts took over and I eagerly met his thrusts. My hands roamed everywhere I could reach. His broad back and chest were mine to explore and caress. We relished in the ancient rhythm of love's dance and when I peaked again, he joined me with a might roar as he spilled himself within me.
I was too tired to even think. He once again gathered me into his arms and held me as I slowly floated back to Earth. I reached up and caressed Arnaut's face and kissed him. "Thank you." I whispered.
"No, Pippin. Thank you. You have given me a most precious gift. I am truly blessed to have you for my wife." He dropped a quick kiss on my forehead. "But, now, we should get you cleaned up."
I realized what he was talking about as my brain registered the stickiness between my thighs. I moved to rise and wash up, but Arnaut stopped me. "No, stay here, my sweet. I shall attend to you."
The first thing he did rather bewildered me. He balled up the sheet beneath us in his hand and wiped my privates with it and pulled it tight once again across the bed. Then he crossed to the bowl and pitcher of water across the tent. He poured some water into the bowl and wetted the cloth. He gently cleansed me and returned the cloth to the water and rinsed it. He tossed the soiled water out the tent flap and retuned to the bed. Once I was again in his arms, the length and events of the day came crashing down on me and I yawned in exhaustion. We cuddled up together and were soon fast asleep.