AN: Well here it is! I know it has been too long, and I must thank everyone who reads my work for being so patient. I also think several of you for the amazing suggestions for what you guys want to see next in this story. I do so hope you all enjoy this chapter. Also this chapter does contain explicit content. As this is rated M, I am not going to give warning as to where the content begins and ends. If you don't want to read mature content but you have made it this far into my story, I feel that this content shouldn't bother you. If mature content bothers you then don't read my story. I don't want to lose a reader, but as the author I feel that I have the discretion to at least warn you that you shouldn't be reading something rated M if you are offended by mature themes. So please if you get offended by mature themes, don't continue with this chapter. There are plenty of others though who do not get offended, that I am sure would like to know what happens next. Also I sort of feel that if you can read the first chapter than the fluff in this chapter should not offend you. I don't mean to sound confrontational, buuuuuuuuut I have seen good stories be attacked because someone entered into a mature story and was surprised that they found MATURE THEMES…. I beg you, don't be this person please. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. Also keep in mind, while the chances of Donny actually surviving aren't realistic, I have written this story in a way that if by some miracle he had survived, this is the realistic situation as to his life afterwards…. I hope that makes sense, and I hope that while reading everyone keeps that in mind, otherwise you will more than likely be upset with me. Just another friendly warning. Now ONWARD!
He sat in the chair next to the hospital bed and watched the subtle rise and fall of her chest while she slept. He had, with great effort, left the bed almost an hour ago to sit in the chair. He wanted to give her more space in the small bed while she rested so soundly. She snored slightly. It wasn't a disturbing noise by no means, it was just the slightest puff of air every now and again. He felt sorry for her, he had been told he snored as loud as a slumbering bear. It was some of the reason he had been given the nickname of the Bear Jew, which actually started amongst his own men.
Her lashes rested against her cheeks looked so dark against her skin. He never noticed how long her lashes were, he was always staring so intently into her eyes. She had remarked on his lashes once, she had said she was jealous of their length and fullness. He had just laughed at her when she had told him that, mostly because she had reached out and grazed her pointer finger over the tips of his upper lashes. He had blinked wildly because of it, causing him to laugh.
The odd thing was he was just starting to notice the small things about her, while this entire time she had noticed everything about him. In such a short period of time, she had come to understand his moods. She knew just what to say to upset him, and just what to say to calm his anger. There were subjects she quickly knew she must avoid with him, the war being one of them, and there were subjects she knew that made him smile. She knew what his favorite food was, what his ambitions had been. She had learned so much about him in such a short amount of time, he felt guilty that he was just beginning to learn things about her.
Studying her while she slept was very enjoyable to him. He could do this every night for the rest of his life. Hell, he would because she was his wife. A smile so wide spread across his face that he knew if she had been awake, she would have reached out and played with his hair. How had he gotten so lucky?
There was a freckle on her neck that he had thought was a small mole at first, but when he reached out and brushed his fingers across it while she slept, he found that the surface was flat. So he assumed it was a small freckle. He hadn't ever noticed it before. He had also never noticed the tiny scar over her left eyebrow. Where had she gotten such a scar? And how have I never noticed it before? The scar was very small though. He had always been so charmed by her amber eyes that he realized that there were things about her features he hadn't noticed until now.
He adored the way she looked so at peace as she slept. He wanted to be asleep too. More than that, he wanted to be still lying next to her. Yet every so often her legs would graze against his own, which caused him intense discomfort. The pain he would have tried to deal with for her just so he could feel her warmth next to his. The reason he left the comfort of the small bed was because sometimes he had night terrors, and he didn't want to disturb her. He was lucky she already knew he had night terrors, so if he had woken her up from a fit of one, she would at least know what it was from. No matter if she would have known, he didn't want their first night as a married couple to be interrupted by the horrors that kept him awake at night.
The disbelief he felt was still very much present. He could not believe just a few short hours ago they had married each other. He also couldn't believe that she had spent the night with him. He remembered their entire night together with perfect clarity. He was could still taste the fear he felt when she told him she was staying with him for the night.
Had he heard correctly? The words rang through his mind again. She had clearly said she was spending the night with him. There was a sudden pain in his chest, and he realized that was because his heart was beating so hard he was sure it would explode. Anxiety spread through his entire body and he tensed, which did not go unnoticed by his… wife.
Making eye contact with her was suddenly harder for him to do than standing on his own. When his brown eyes looked up into hers, he was surprised to find her looking at him with understanding. She was just as afraid as he. He knew this because she took one of his hands into hers and placed it over her own pounding heart. He could feel the quick beating of her heart beneath his palm. Her hands were warm and soft. His hand spread wide against her chest. He took comfort in her actions, closing his eyes so he could calm himself down.
While she waited for him to collect himself mentally, she lifted his hand from her chest and placed a chaste kiss on his knuckles. Opening his eyes back up, he looked back into hers. At first he thought to question if this was really what she wanted. It had to be what she wanted because not but ten minutes ago she had officially become his wife. The sadness in his eyes couldn't be mistaken though.
"Donny?" she questioned before kissing his knuckles again.
"I can't give you the wedding night you deserve," he repeated the words in shame.
"We will make do for now," she stated. The confidence in her voice gave him hope. Letting go of his hand, she started to unbutton his shirt again. The first few buttons came undone, and her fingers gently danced through the hair on his chest. A wide smile broke onto his face as he watched the admiration of her eyes staring down at her fingers.
Surprising him, she leaned down and placed a kiss on his throat as her hand still traveled over the bit of his chest she had revealed. His head dropped back onto his pillow as her soft lips trailed up his throat to the pulse point on his neck. A few more buttons were suddenly undone and her lips never left his neck. His wife was bold, and he found himself at peace with that.
Then his shirt was completely unbuttoned and she stopped kissing him so she could stare down at his chest. Her fingers raked against the place his heart was, her nails pressing into his skin. She smiled because the soft hair on his chest tickled her fingers. While she admired his chest, he realized that one of her hands had come to rest on his hip, over his pants. His teeth clenched a bit. He wished for nothing more to feel the desire of her hand being that close to him. The skin was sensitive, so the pressure of the clothing and her hand was nothing more than painful.
It was time to get him out of the rest of his clothes. A frown found its way back onto his face. There would be nothing seductive about her having to take him out of his clothes, all the while he bit back tears from the pain he was feeling.
With ease she slid from his side and off the bed. He got himself up to a sitting position on his own, but she helped him swing his leg and artificial leg off the bed. Preparing himself for the worse only surprised him when instead she simply ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders so she could push his shirt down his arms. Gooseflesh raised upon his skin in the trail of her light touches.
Her mouth settled over his as her hand trailed down his arms, ridding him of his shirt. Closing his eyes as he tilted his head so she had better access to his mouth brought out a smile from her. Smiling against his lips she worked her fingers gently at his belt. He hadn't even noticed because her mouth was sweet against his, pressing chaste kisses against his own, until he opened his mouth to protest her teasing. Once he did, her mouth pressed fully against his, and her tongue slid past his teeth. A noise released from the back of his throat, and relaxed against her.
Her tongue was like hot velvet and she tasted of mint. Then there was a tug at his belt, and breaking the kiss he realized she had unbuckled it, as well as unbuttoned his pants. Not only had she been extremely gentle with him, she had distracted him enough to help him forget what was about to come.
It took nearly a minute to get him into a standing position. He had been so good lately, moving around with more ease. The clothing severely irritated his scarred skin, causing him shake with the effort of trying to stand and hide his pain from her. She carefully unzipped his pants and pealed the fabric off of him.
While she had him standing she unbuckled the belt that held his artificial leg on before helping him sit back on the bed. He knew without a doubt she was in her nurse's mindset at the moment. He was all but naked except for the pants that were around his ankles, just waiting to be pulled off, as well as his shoes. She had seen him naked multiple times, so he had long since gotten used to her seeing him. After removing his shoes, pants, and leg though, he knew she would be looking at him for the first time as a wife. His heart was suddenly in his throat as he watched her lay the leg on the cabinet near the sink.
Her back was still turned to him as he started asking himself a million and one questions. What will she think about me? Will she think this was a mistake? Will she find me monstrous? But the biggest question in his mind that stood out was: What does she expect of this night? Sex was not an option, no matter how much he wanted her, he couldn't do it yet. For a moment he feared he may never be able to do it with her. Medically for him sex wasn't an option. His chest burned with irritation at the thought he would never get to please his woman as a man should.
"Will I ever be well enough?" he suddenly asked.
She turned to look at him, her gaze searching his. His eyes elaborated to his meaning as he raked his vision over her entire body longingly. She turned back to what she was doing, which had been folding his suit so it wouldn't wrinkle overly much. She hadn't looked at him yet either, she had just looked in his eyes, that he took notice too. His heart rose further into his throat in nervousness.
"Yes you will. Eventually the nerve endings that still are sensitive because your body is still healing will either stop firing or die off. Either way the answer is you will be okay eventually. What happened to your body was traumatic and it is going to take a long time to finish healing. You have come a long way, and you will continue going further because you are strong."
Hearing her tell him he would be okay calmed him. He trusted her.
Finally she finished, and turned around. He sat there under the scrutiny of her gaze, unwilling to meet her eyes. Minutes seemed to turn into eternity as she studied him. His pain was suddenly forgotten as he wondered what she was thinking. His own eyes stared down at his lap. The scarring was thick, pink and waxy looking along his thighs. He didn't even have hair on his legs because of scarring. I am a freak, he thought hatefully. Anger seeped into his mind and he found himself counting backwards from ten so that he would focus on not causing a scene. He had just pledged himself to her, and the least he would give her was the freedom to really see him.
He glanced up for just a moment, and found her studying his lower region. What caused him to suddenly double take looking at her was the fact that she wore a smile on her face, and her eyes were sparkling. Was she happy? How could she look so happy while looking at the horrible condition of his body? While knowing he couldn't be a real husband on the night meant the most to any woman?
"You are my husband," she started as her eyes traveled up his legs, his most intimate parts, his chest, then coming to rest at his eyes. "You may not be perfect, but you are perfect for me." His eyes watered and he blinked quickly, trying to rid himself of the tears threatening him. Her words touched his heart, and made his chest swell with pride.
"How was I so lucky as to get you to marry me?" he asked.
"No my love, how did I get so lucky as for you to marry me?" she questioned. He choked a bit and just shook his head as laughter started bellowing out of him.
"Woman, you flatter me too much."
"No Donny, I have only yet begun. You have a lifetime for me to let you know that you are the only man I want. And not only will I become obnoxious about telling you, you may become irate from how much I intend to show you."
The smile on her face lit up his entire world. He couldn't stop laughing. This woman was perfect for him, just as she claimed he was perfect for him. Together they completed each other.
She stepped forward, crossing the distance between them. He was still sitting and when she was close enough she reached out and ran a hand down his chest. She then turned and arched her back a bit. She moved her hair aside and looked over her should her at him.
"Unzip me," she commanded as she looked forward again.
There wasn't even a moment of hesitation as his hands were on the zipper, tugging it down. Once a few inches of her skin was exposed he couldn't help himself from trailing his fingers of his free hand over her softness. She visibly shivered, and he felt her do so as well. He finished unzipping, but he tugged her back a little so he could place a kiss on her back, between her shoulder blades. He knew his breath tickled her skin because gooseflesh rose over the tops of her shoulders. When his lips pressed into her flesh she giggled at the sensation. As he started to pull away from her, he stopped so he could dart his tongue out and taste her. His tongue lined up her spine in the same spot he kissed. He pulled her back closer to him as his tongue kept trailing up to the knot where her neck began. He tilted his head and his mouth closed over the flesh of the left side of her neck. He sucked down on her flesh and she moaned.
He hadn't realized when his hands had grasped her shoulders, but kneaded the flesh beneath his hands gently, as his mouth was still hot against her neck. Her head tilted to the right, elongating her neck for him to ravage. He pressed kisses to her, sucked on her, even sank his teeth not too gently into the muscle of her shoulder. She jerked, and at first he thought he had caused her pain, but the strangled moan the passed through her tight throat told him she had only enjoyed the bite. She leaned against him, her bare back pressing into his chest. What undid the trance he found himself in was when her bottom pressed between his legs, causing him nothing but intense pain.
He let her go though after he pulled away from her. She took a few steps forward, still trembling rather visibly. Had he really had such an effect on her? She then turned and when their eyes met he had his answer. The depths of her amber eyes shimmered with an emotion he knew. Desire. Before he could start doubting himself again, she reached up and started gently tugging at the sleeves of her dress. He wanted to be standing before her, doing this for her.
Yet watching was oddly satisfying for him. She pushed both sleeves down over her shoulders and then in one swift motion, she slipped the dress off the rest of her body, letting it pool at her feet. Then there she stood, naked. Where were her underclothes? It occurred to him then, she had planned this night for him, and so she had prepared by not wearing undergarments.
Donny had imagined her naked more than once, he had even had dreams about it. Nothing was more satisfying as seeing her naked outside his imagination. Every detail of her lovely curves were there for the taking. Her breasts were of the right size in his opinion, not too big, but not too small. Her breasts swayed proudly with each breath she took, and he wanted nothing more than to take the rosy nipples that were already hard peaks into his mouth. The swell of her hips before tapering into her waist caught his eyes next when he could look away from her breasts. The dark thatch of curls betwixt her long shapely legs were next. He had seen her legs because her dresses sometimes ended under her knee. He had many times gotten to see her shapely calves, but getting to see the whole of her legs, he realized her shapely calves only traveled up to her knees which had freckles on them. Then her knees traveled up to her thighs that looked delicious. Then his eyes were back at the dark thatch of curls. His mouth watered as a tide of desire washed over him.
She stood tall and proud under his gaze. Her confidence gave him the courage he needed to raise his hand and beckon her forward with a motion of his finger. He didn't want to just look, he wanted to touch what belonged to him. The pain he felt was pushed to the furthest spot in his mind trying to bury it with the desire he felt. She gravitated towards him.
He felt powerful when her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. He wasn't sure why that was how he felt, but maybe it was just the surge of confidence that roared through him as she leaned forward, careful of his lower half, to press her mouth to his. The kiss at first was the tenderest of touches, but then their pent up passion for one another ignited the fuel. His lips moved in unison with hers, and his hands timidly came to rest on her bare waist. His calloused fingers ran over her skin and he felt her skin jump at his touch.
Her mouth opened to him and his tongue dove into the dark recesses of her mouth. She was so hot, and her taste drove him mad. When she moaned against his mouth that also drove him to the edge of his sanity. Her back arched, pushing her breasts forward into his chest. The hair on his chest excited her already hardened nipples. The feeling of her bare breasts against him sent ripples of pleasure through him. The things he suddenly wanted to her overcame him.
His hands slid down her waist to her back, and only kept traveling lower. His hands found the flesh he sought. His fingers dug into the twin cheeks of her ass as he pulled her further into his body. His mouth was fervent against hers, her body was flush against his, and he knew she could feel his erection against her stomach.
Her arms slid up his shoulders and wrapped tightly around his neck, clinging to him as her tongue danced against his. It was only so long he could ignore the pain of her lower half pressed into his legs though. When she clung to him that was his limit. He broke the kiss, panting heavily, and whispering his apologies. His wife was the understanding type and backed away from him.
As he concentrated on trying to control what he was feeling, the desire mixed with the agony, he focused on the rise and fall of her breasts. As he tried to control his breathing and kill the throbbing of his scarred skin, he reached out and let his fingers find the top of one of her breasts. He burned a trail to her nipple and gave it a little pinch. She gasped and smiled. He leaned forward taking the other nipple in his mouth. His hand cupped her breast while he rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. The nipple in his mouth though he suckled upon, as his tongue and teeth teased it as well. Maybe this was the cure he needed all along, suckling on her tit obliterated his thoughts on the soreness of his body.
Her sweet moans filled his thoughts, and he grunted pleased with himself. Astonishing him is what this woman continued to do. She removed his hand from her breast and guided his hand down her rib cage, and only continuing lower. He let her guide him to what she wanted and his mouth left that breast to trail kisses to her other nipple. His mouth covered the nipple and she gasped. She arched her back, giving him more access to the skin he wished to torture. His teeth grazed over the hardened nipple. It was his turn to gasp. He let her nipple go as she pushed his hand to the dark curls of her womanhood that he wanted to touch so desperately.
His head fell forward onto her shoulder. She let his hand go and whispered in his ear to do what he wanted. Well he couldn't do what he wanted. If he could, he would be standing right now, lifting her up and pushing her against the wall to fuck her. Then it occurred to him this wasn't a woman he could just fuck. This was his wife. The need to make love to her overwhelmed him. No, he wouldn't press her to the wall and fuck her. He would lay her down and worship her body.
Without thinking about it, he petted her womanhood. The hair was as soft as silk. Then without a second thought, his hand pressed forward. The heat that radiated off of her made him tremble with need. With one finger he pushed between the lips. She was wet with need. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder as his finger explored her wet heat.
He knew he found the bundle of nerves he searched for, and he knew he found it when she lost her balance pitching forward. Her hands grasped his shoulders to steady herself.
"Steady," he whispered with a laugh. His reply was her popping him on the shoulder and laughing with him. He applied pressure again to her clit and her fingers dug into his shoulders. "Need to lie down?" he asked, not hiding the humor in his tone.
A crimson blush spread across her cheeks. He watched with fascination as she met his gaze without embarrassment.
"You need to lie down first," she demanded as she started to press against his shoulders.
"I have an idea, but I think it will hurt at first…" he started as he motioned for her to raise the head of the bed.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," he replied as he situated himself in a sitting position after she did as he wanted. His skin was tight but he was able to sit in a position where he had spread his legs wide enough. Yes, this will work, he thought. He readied himself for the pain he would feel, but it was worth it. He wanted nothing more than to love his wife the only way he could.
"Come sit with your back to me," he said. His hands grabbed the guard rails at the head of his bed. He needed something to grip if it hurt too much. Easily she crawled onto the bed near the foot and then eased herself between his legs. She hadn't touched him yet. She was looked at him over her shoulder, waiting for him to show that he was ready. Holding his breath he nodded that he was prepared.
With the upmost gentleness she had, she pressed herself into him. He knew she felt him stiffen on contact. The warmth of her skin easing into his was nearly unbearable. She didn't pause though. He was entirely too thankful that she knew that if she stopped it would only prolong his agony. Every muscle in his body tightened, trying to fight against the aching. When she was fully pressed against him and comfortable she stopped moving. As the pain started to slowly subside to a manageable level he relaxed, which let his body soften against her back.
After letting go of the rails on the bed he slipped them around her and held her close. He buried his face in her hair and neck. She smelled wonderful. He wondered if it was just the scent of her or her soap. Sometimes his sense of smell was a bit sensitive from the smoke he had breathed in during the explosion. So if anything he knew she didn't wear perfume. He had a few times commented to the other nurses that he couldn't take the smell. It made him dizzy and nauseated. She smelled clean and just slightly like a spice. Was it cinnamon? No, that was too harsh a scent. He decided that it was just the scent of her. For the moment he was happy with just this intimacy, naked and holding her.
"You smell lovely," he whispered before pressing a kiss to her temple. She slowly tilted in his arms so he could capture her lips with his own. Again they commenced in tender kissing, every now and again his tongue would slip into her mouth, and she would crane her neck so he could better access her mouth. She lifted a hand and placed it on his cheek as they continued their pursuit of conquering each other's mouths.
As they continued to kiss he let his hands conquer the mounds of her breasts. He cupped both into his hands and squeezed firmly. While they had been getting situated into bed, he had lost his erection to the pain. Now he felt himself stirring to life again against her bottom. Unconsciously she arched her back for she pressed her bottom into his ever growing erection as well as her breasts into his hands. He only paused for a moment to swallow back the sudden burst of pain. He started kissing her all the more passionately, and focused on the fact that her ample ass was pressed against the head of his phallus.
Moments passed as he still pressed searing kisses to her mouth, and as his hands kneaded the soft breasts he held. She felt too good. He bucked his hips a bit into her ass and she moaned. He didn't even allow himself to think of the pain as he surrendered one of her breasts so he could trail his fingers over her stomach. He wrapped one arm around her breasts, mashing them with his arm, while his free hand still found its way down her body. He found her hip first. Mentally he made a note that one day he would graze his teeth over her hip. He did this because when he touched her hip she shuddered. It was an obvious sensitive spot on her.
There were so many places he wanted to touch, but at the moment only one he could. His hand found her curls again. His hand dove between her legs again as he released her mouth. He started places kisses on her jaw and neck. He wanted to hear her as he pleasured her. His deft fingers spread the lips of her and his middle finger stroked into her hotness. She was wetter and hotter than before. He let out a shuddering breath the same time she did.
He started out slowly, his fingers teased the outer lips. When his fingers were well saturated with her moisture, he dipped his fingers in further to tease the inner lips. He could feel the skin become plump with circulation blood. Her breath was coming out in little puffs as she was trying to not squirm beneath his hand. He drew wide circles with his middle finger around the area she wanted him to touch the most. He kept this up for as long as he could, torturing her. That brought a smile to his face. She tried to move against his hand so he would touch her where she wanted.
"Please," she breathed. That was his undoing. His middle finger passed over her clit and she moaned in relief. His finger circled back around and passed over it again. He did this over and over again in slow feather light touches. He felt her starting to tense as her pleasure was rising. Her head fell back onto his shoulder as he started to gradually apply more pressure to her clit as he continued passing his finger over and around.
He watched out of the corner of his eyes as she bit her lower lip in the hopes of stifling the long moan that pushed forth from her throat as he switched up his tactics. He started to rub the bundle of nerves between his middle finger and forefinger. She jerked against his hand as if the sensation was too much for her. He held her to him and didn't stop. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest beneath his arm. He kept this up until she was writhing with pleasure.
He then with one finger sank it into her core. She was tight around his finger and so slick. His palm pressed to her clit as his finger delved deeper into her apex. Then suddenly he snatched his hand away like he was burned. She hissed displeasure.
"You are a virgin," he whispered matter-of-factly.
"Yes," she breathed.
He had never even thought about such a thing. It never had occurred to him to ask. The normative of most women in this time was to be virgins when they married. He personally knew that all the women he knew besides his mother and aunts were not virgins. So in his mind he just started thinking all women around his age didn't value such things. It never bothered him if he was with a woman and they weren't a virgin. Yet finding out his wife was one brought a certain peace to his mind. He was going to be the only man to ever get to lay with her.
He groaned against her neck as his cock throbbed against her back. He would give anything to be inside her. Tonight it was not possible, he knew that. One day, he told himself. He would will himself to heal so he could lay with her the way he should as her husband.
He slid his finger back into her and his palm pressed into her clit again. The inner walls of her clenched around his finger. He wasn't deep enough to do her damage, but he was far enough in to give her some pleasure. He started moving his finger in and out of her, stroking along the wall of her as he did so, all the while making circle motions with his palm against her. Her walls started to clench even more against him and her breathing started to escalate.
It was not long before she was mewling she couldn't help but moving into his hand, trying to push him deeper. He kept good control and only started stimulating her clit directly with his thumb. His teasing was insistent. The more she moan and panted, the more he wanted her to orgasm. He continued thrusting into her gently but quickly.
Her entire body tense like she was a spring that that had been twisted as much as she could twist. Her hands reached behind her with her nails dug into his skin. Without another thought, he released the arm around her chest and placed his hand over her mouth just at the time she started to vocalize her orgasm. She was crying his name out into his hand. He hated that he had to muffle her in such a way, but he didn't know how loud she intended on being, and they were in a hospital. Her hips bucked into his hand and back into his cock over and over again as she rode the wave of ecstasy that surged through her.
He knew she was coming down when she released his shoulders. Her hands though found their way into his hair. He bent his head and kissed her shoulder as she played with his hair. He removed his hand from her mouth and the hand from between her legs. His hand was slick with her juices and without any thought he brought his fingers that were most saturated to his mouth. He sucked the two fingers into his mouth so he could taste her. His cock throbbed all the more.
"This is perfect," she whispered. He was glad she thought so as he removed his fingers from his mouth.
It took her a few more moments to come out of the state of bliss she was feeling.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked in a whisper.
"More than you will ever know."
When she had fully returned she slowly leaned forward and detached herself from his hold. Gently she moved forward so she could turn around to look at him. Her movements caused him to grunt in pain but she was sitting on her knees between his legs before he could protest.
There was a look on her face. He knew what it was instantly. She was nervous. He understood what she meant to do. They couldn't have regular intercourse, but she meant to please him as he had pleased her. He started to shake his head. It wasn't that he didn't want her to. He just didn't want her to have to do that on her wedding night.
"No my love," he said. She leaned forward and hushed him with her lips. Her kiss was sweet and he started to forget why he was protesting in the first place. Then the tender touch of her finger tips grazing across the hair on his stomach, trailing downward, reminded him. He broke the kiss to start shaking his head no again. He caught her wrist before she could touch him where he wanted her to touch him the most.
"Donny, this is our wedding night, and I want to do this."
The conviction in her tone made him look up into her amber eyes. If she wanted to do this why did she look so nervous? He closed his eyes, feeling like an idiot. She was a virgin… She was nervous because she didn't know if what she wanted to do would please him, she just hoped it would. It wasn't that she didn't want to, it just scared her because she hadn't ever done this before. He let go of her wrist and gave her smile.
"I love you," she whispered. He repeated the words back to her as she leaned into him to kiss him again. Her fingers trailed down again from the center of his chest. The trail seared across his skin until she found where she wanted her hand. Her fingers caressed the head of his cock, and he moaned into her lips. She then around the column of him wrapped her hand gently. He broke the kiss to let out a shuddering breath.
His head hit the pillow as she analyzed him and let her fingers explore the length of him. His eyes were closed so when he felt her tongue glide over the tip of him, he moaned her name, saying it correctly too. Then she took him into her mouth. He was large a man. He was tall. He had long limbs. And there he was just as adequate as the rest of him. For a moment he hoped he didn't cause her any discomfort. All thoughts were lost when she inched him as far as she could into her searing mouth.
He tried to open his eyes to look at her, but when he did, they just rolled back into his head. Her tongue deftly stroked the sensitive spots along his length, and her teeth as light as a feather grazed him too. She continued to suck, moving her mouth over him. The pleasure that ripped through him was positively sinful. He quickly sucked in a breath when one over her hands found their way to his balls. He almost told her to cup them as she lightly stroked her fingers across them a few times as she continued to suck upon the length of him. Before he could say it though she did exactly what he wanted.
One of his hands found its way into her hair, but he only tangled his fingers into her curls. He didn't push or guide her head, what she was doing was giving him the satisfaction he needed without pushing her down on to his length just so he could be deeper in her mouth. Goodness her mouth was so hot. As his breathing quickened so did her movements.
Her tongue, it was like it had a mind of its own. The fact that she was inexperienced is what made it better. Since she didn't really know what to do past what she had read in novellas, she took the liberty of exploring him. When she became tired, she would just run her tongue around his sensitive head, or down his shaft. Her hand cupping his balls, sometimes would give a small gentle squeeze and he would choke out her name. This felt too blissful.
Then she took him into her mouth again, wrapping her free hand around the base of him. In unison her mouth would inch down, sucking hard, and her hand would move down too. His ecstasy was building and sweat clung to his brow. What he was feeling right now for the woman whose lips were around him was achingly delightful. He hadn't ever felt this good while a woman was pleasing him with their mouths.
He jerked forward a bit, his hips thrusting up into her mouth on accident. She didn't lose her pace though, it was almost as if she was expecting him to do so eventually. He tried to tell her he was about to lose control, that he was about to spill his seed. But the words never left him as her slick hand slid down his shaft and her mouth followed. She took him deeper than she had before right at the moment his head fell back into the pillow and he was spilling his seed into her. Right at that moment she drew up on him, and without hesitation she swallowed him. He jerked again while moaning her name.
He felt her opened her mouth so she could breathe, air billowing around his slick cock because of it. The sensation made him moan again. She then returned her lips to his pulsing cock and licked him clean. His eyes wouldn't focus. He could feel her still milking him with her mouth but he couldn't see her. The throws of his orgasm gripped him tightly. For the first time in a long time he felt relaxed.
When she was done, and he was returning from own ecstasy. She sat back onto knees and met his languid gaze. They just stared at each other for a while. There was a smile on her lips. He realized he was staring at her slack jawed, panting still even after three minutes had passed since he had orgasm. He shut his eyes and swallowed hard. Despite not being able to make love to her this night, it had been perfect.
"Did you like that?" she asked. His eyes glanced down to her swollen red lips. They were bruised from his kisses.
"More than you will ever know."
He smiled at her lovingly.
"Come lay down," he demanded. He wanted to hold her. She got off the bed and he watched as her breasts swayed with her movements. A thousand thoughts spun through his head, most of all was how enchanted he found her.
"You are gorgeous," he stated.
She stopped and stood there looking at him. A smile spread across her face. She was glowing from the throws of what they had just did together and he had never found her more beautiful than at that moment.
"Thank you, my handsome husband," she said as she slid into bed next to him. He wrapped his arms around her, told her that he loved her, and she told him it back. He thought he would feel peculiar saying it as much as he did, but he didn't. He would tell her over and over if it would bring that smile to her face every time he said it. Then before he could talk to her she was breathing evenly, signaling she was asleep.
And now he sat in the chair, watching her sleep. There had been so many times she had watched him but he hadn't ever had the pleasure of watching her. He rested his head on his palm as he just sat there all night studying her.
AN: It will be a while until I can post again, I do so hope that everyone enjoyed though.