Owen's heart thumped in his chest forcing rushes of blood throughout his system. His vision became instantly sharper and his groin noticeably harder. He took a steadying breath and took in the full picture of the wickedly delicious beauty of his wife in front of him. To know that this woman would be the one he would have the chance to make love to for the rest of his life turned him on to a level he had never experienced before. There was a desperation of needing to be part of her, for his body to be imprinted, molded onto hers. It transcended the sex, they had hot, hard, vigorous sex, it was the best either of them had ever had but it was about more than that. The first time they had been intimate together had been flooded with their emotional connection, he had been asking her forgiveness and she had given it. In that moment both of them had realised that their bodies were driven by their hearts, their hands and lips embedded each others bodies over and over again with the three words they had at times been unable to allow themselves utter and at other times been unable to stop escaping their lips.
Tonight, in the after of tightening the ties of their wedding vows, it was about once again showing their love through their actions, of merging their bodies together in a duet known by heart.
The red satin of the second wedding dress lay in a pool of folds at her feet. Cristina stepped out of the centre of the column, kicked the dress to one side and pulled the chair from the dressing table across the floor. Placing it directly in front of Owen, who was still seated on the bed, just out of his arms reach. She sat down, the balls of her feet pressed into the floor to ground her, the arches of her instep mirroring the arch of her back as she lent her body towards him teasingly.
Taking the tips of her 2 index fingers into her mouth and moistening them Cristina slowly glided her hands down each side of her neck. She danced her way to the back plane of the part of her body that had always totally seduced her husband, lifting her hair up and letting it fall languidly back over her fingers. She closed her eyes and imagined each of the touches of her fingertips on her skin to be her husbands kisses. She knew he had fixed his eyes on the path of her hands, she could feel it- that singular frisson of energy that surged through her whenever the blue windows to his soul trained their adoring gaze on her.
Her hands continued their journey, stroking along her collar bone and down the soft space in between her breast. She opened her fingers to cup each breast in her palms, gently pressing against their still milk heavy weight. She found her nipples and her fingers kneaded more insistently, circling the dark areola before teasing her dexterous hands across the tip of her hard pink nipple. Cristina pinched each nipple between her thumb and forefinger leaned back in the chair, eyes closed moaning gently. The arch in her back became more pronounced as she draped herself across the high back of the chair, her hair hanging down tickling her shoulder blades, her stomach stretching in to an unspoilt plane, apart from the still visible mark of the icicle scar. Owen's mark, the icicle had branded her as his own and now he was the only one who would ever be privy to it, a permanent reminder of the moment she had let go of holding on to her feelings and allowed herself to begin to just feel. And that one feeling had overtaken all others- her love for this man, her husband, her soul mate.
She let her fingers trace down her smooth exposed belly with a light delicate touch, lovingly caressing the scar and down past her tight bellybutton. She paused, her hand inches away from the opening that would take this seduction into its next phase.
"Owen, I love you." Cristina breathed as she gazed at his face, which was twisted in an amalgamation of frustration, longing and tension. Her fingers slid deeper inside of herself, keeping a slow rhythm that raised the beating of her heart and quickened her breath. The heel of her palm presses against her clit, the pressure bringing such incredible pleasure. Cristina began to pant as the waves of pleasure began to lap against her damp lips.
"I love you too!" Owen's breath became shallow as he watched his wife indulge them both in the most beautiful kind of teasing. His groin was tight as he began to slowly stroke himself through the fabric of his suit trousers. He felt its solid thickness, ran a finger up and down its length, teasing the tip, which began to moisten. He slipped his hand down the front, inside the belted waist and tight fitting boxer shorts he had chosen and slowly cupped his throbbing balls, gently kneading and massaging them, feeling their fullness. Owen knew that he would have to empty them soon, to bury himself in his wife and give himself to her totally. He fondled each ball, before moving his fingers up along the engorged shaft, feeling the veins along the side and the thick ridge up the middle. His index finger ran around the base of the smooth head, tracing its shape causing it to tighten again. As he slowly started to pull his rigid cock, still shielded from Cristina's view by his trousers, he locked his eyes to his wife's in a look that told each of them that they wanted each other so desperately that to deny their bodies and souls the connections they craved would be akin to torture.
Owen started to pull on his thick shaft in earnest, indulging in long steady strokes from the tip down to the base. He felt the throbbing veins under his fingers as he watched Cristina's fingers slipping in and out of her engorged sex, dripping wet, making little squelching noises each time. Her breath coming was coming shorter gasps, as she spread her lips and teased her fingers over her clit.
"Owen…Owen…Owen…." She moaned deeply as she slipped a third finger deep inside her.
Hearing his name on her lips spurred Owen on to cup his balls, massaging them. Their weight against his hands indicating their ache for the ultimate relief. Cristina's fingers worked on her clit furiously in tight little circles as she began to near her orgasm. All of a sudden she let out a deep moan which turned into a high pitched squeal as her body went tense and her hips bucked against her hand, fingers being clenched by her spasaming pussy.
"Take off your clothes" she gasped desperately at Owen. "I am close…I need you now."
Owen pulled his hand out of his trousers, stood up and began to furiously unhook his belt. He pushed his trousers and boxers down and exposed the work his hands and her image had accomplished- his rock hard length standing at a perfect right angle to his body. He pulled of his jacket and ripped open his shirt, shrugging it off, allowing it to fall on the bed another casualty of their passion.
With one stride Owen closed the space between them and lifted Cristina off her feet. Her own legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, as he carried her over to the wall on the opposite side of the room. He slammed her back against it, pinning her arms by the wrists above her head. Cristina's vision suddenly grew dark when Owen did nothing but simply stare at her. His blue eyes darkened with carnal thoughts eyes stared back at her, making her feel as if he was x raying her insides, scanning her for every sign of love she felt for him. She was trapped and it was an escape she never wanted to make.
Owen's mouth crushed against his wife's, sending both their senses exploding in a million different directions at once. Cristina ground my hips against his, causing a guttural growl to rise from Owen's throat as he released her wrists, using only his hips to pin his wife to the wall.
"Tell me what you want…Cristina" Owen forced the words into her mouth and the side of her face between kisses, his hands grazing her nipples, making her writhe with pleasure between the coldness of the plaster on her back and the warmness of his body to her front.
"I want you inside me….I want you to claim me…..to totally conquer me." As she laid bare her desires she ran her hands through his hair and managed to get a grip around his neck to steady herself as Owen cupped his hands around to the backs of her upper thighs and shifted them slightly higher before burying himself inside of her completely.
"Ahhhhhh!" The strangled sound escaped from her lips as a loud intense roaring buzzed in both her ears as her husband did exactly what she had asked. His hardness filled her to the brim, but he made no effort to move. Cristina ran her hands down Owen's bare back, tracing the lines of his rippling muscles and gently kissed his lips, encouraging him to take her. Owen shivered slightly at the touch of her tiny geniuses brushing across his already tingling bare skin and he forcefully thrust his hips forwards.
Owen shifted his position slightly, his teeth grazed up the side of the neck he found to be a aphrodisiac and he shifted Cristina's legs higher again, allowing himself deeper access. He thrust himself deep and fast into his wife as she clung to him, her finger nails digging into his shoulders, the pain only heightening the pleasure.
"Owen I can't…I 'm going to…..I have to…." Cristina was desperate to let go but she needed him to be alongside her, she needed to mingle their offerings to cement their connection once again.
"Come for me….I'm here…." Owen panted into her ear as he pushed himself into her one final time. He bit down on her neck as he gave himself over to the release.
Cristina's vision exploded into a thousand lights, then plunged into pitch blackness as every muscle in her body contracted painfully at once. Muscles deep inside of her, that she never knew existed, clenched tightly around her husband, causing him to emit a low groan into her ear.
The world shattered and the room fell away. All that existed was this sweaty, tangle of bodies anchored to each other at their centres.
Owen's body went rigid as the climax ignited deep inside of him, a torrent of shockwaves overrunning his system so powerfully that hecould barely breathe. His knees had buckled and he pressed one palm to the wall to stop them from falling into a heap on the floor.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. They stayed there both gulping in air to regulate their ragged breathing, filling their lungs with the lifeblood they needed just as Owen had filled Cristina with his.
After a few minutes, Owen dropped the hand that was still on Cristina's thigh and pressed it against the wall, using both hands to lever himself slowly away from her, withdrawing himself. No sooner than Cristina had dropped her legs back to the ground had Owen enveloped her in his arms and carried her back towards the bed. He gently laid her down on the pillows and crawled alongside of her, pulling her into her familiar spot so she was resting her ear over his heart beat.
"So, did you enjoy your wedding day, Mrs. Hunt?" Owen kissed her forehead and entwined his fingers in her and twisted her wedding rings around in his fingers as he asked the question.
"Yes. I never imagined I would get married once but now I have done it twice. What is it about you that makes me want more?" Cristina tilted her head back and caught his lips in a lingering kiss. She pressed herself up on his chest and took his face in her hands, marveling in the happiness he had bought into her once sterile life.
"I'll show you!" Owen grinned back at her and in one swift motion rolled them both over and let his lips and tongue begin to do all the explaining his wife needed.