She stood before him, smiling at the top of the front steps of their house just finished. The sunlight at its zenith lighted her face. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders down to the middle of her back. Julia stood there smiling face him in this wedding dress, in a halo of light.
-William, she murmured, join me.
-Why are you in your wedding dress?
He was disoriented, completely lost. He did not understand what was going on, and yet he would not move, he wanted to continue watching her. Julia slipped her hands behind her back without even leaving his eyes and before he could notice, he saw the dress fall to the floor. His breath caught. She had not worn anything under her dress, she was there, naked before him, on the porch of their home, simply smiling at him. The neighbors, he thought.
-Julia, you have, the neighbors will see you and ...
She laughs loudly and slowly, she walked down the steps to snuggle against his chest.
-And what if you hid my body with yours darling?
-What ... What do you do ... oh Julia, William moaned, closing his eyes as she began to unbutton his shirt and her tongue was dancing on the skin of his neck.
-I mean, make love to me, Julia replied in his ear, I do not care about neighbors, make me love William.
He put his hands in the small of Julia kidneys to let his fingers dance on her soft skin. He heard her moan when his chest pressed against her breast, when his excitement grow up against her thigh. He then kissed passionately, raising her over him to carry astride to the entrance of the house. He kissed her passionately, and when he opened his eyes to meet her eyes, he froze. The woman he loved and who was in his arms had not that look so sweet and in love. Her eyes had lost their chips, they were black, so dark that he could not distinguish her iris because her pupil had begun to grow, grow to the point that there was any hint of blue .
-Julia what ...
He did not finish his sentence, wondering what his wife had become, as it was obvious she was not "human". With a violent blow in the chest, she pinned him against the brick wall of the house and in one swift motion, she tore his clothes before holding him as her prisoner, placing her hands on the wall on either side of his face. He was about to protest, the retreat, escape. But she never had as much force and he wasn't able to do anything at all, he felt her hand grab his member and rub gently. She sat up and barely in a sigh, her softness surrounded him. He let out a moan of pleasure. What mattered was this woman, she had the body, the smell, the taste of Julia and he let go simply. He did not resist, placing his hands on her thighs to amplify her movements, to feel the feet lose with him, to always push a little deeper and with more force into her, until this moment, the one when he exploded into a cry, his head resting on the wall, hips encircled by her long, thin legs, his manhood still a prisoner of her femininity which he felt frantic spasms. He felt the hot breath of the young woman in his neck as she tirelessly repeated his name, out of breath.
Once again William awoke with a jump, his body trembling, the heavy breathing and perspiration dripping down his back. It took him only a few short seconds to understand what had happened. He put a hand to his manhood to feel it tense in his pajamas. Many were the times he woke up in such a state. He sighed deeply. Instinctively, he turned to the left to look at the time on the clock lying on his nightstand. He then felt a deep frustration. He could not see, his bandages did not allow him to open his eyes and even if it was the case, he knew he would see nothing anyway. It was dark, intense and deep dark, as were Julia's eyes in his dream. William was not able to know what time it was, whether it was day or not. Gently, he rolled on himself, noticing that his body finally calmed. He reached out an arm and a sigh of relief escaped his lips. A body was lying next to him. She was there, Julia. He felt the thin fabric of her nightgown slide under his fingers, he redrew the outline of her curves, he placed his hand under her belly button and slowly, he moved his body to hers. He did not need to see for such gestures towards her, he had done so often in the past, tightening against him, plunging his face in her hair, placing a kiss in her neck.
-I am scared Julia, he whispered softly, afraid to never see anymore how beautiful you are. Afraid to forget your face, the color of your eyes, I'm afraid nothing will be as before, afraid of losing you.
He took a deep breath and clenched against her body, kissing her bare shoulder, feeling her back against his chest.
Julia had just placed her hand on William's. She woke when she heard the groan. She had seen him turn to the clock and before she could move, William had had caressed and hugged her. She did not move, pretending to sleep, feeling the erection of William against her buttocks and his breath on her neck. If she had not had her heart broken at this time, if she could only plunge her eyes into his, she knew she would be kissing her husband, she knew they would be about to make love. But the words of William echoed in her mind.
She wanted to turn to him, to tell him that he would never lose her, that everything would be as before, but she did not have the strength. She was content to lock against his chest, to feel his presence, to reassure himself too. Julia wanted to convince themselves that they could go after this ordeal, but at the bottom of herself, she was also terrified.
The couple got up later that morning. Julia had sent for breakfast, before it arrived, the couple joined the bathroom. William had sat on the chair that was there and carefully, Julia took several minutes to shave him. She took care not to cut him, even if the operation would last much longer than all the times he had done it by himself. Once ready, she led him to the dining table to eat, then she left him alone a few minutes, the time for her to get dressed and turn her hair. Once ready, she joined him and they just ate both. As usual, Julia read the newspaper, sometimes holding a slice of bread she had prepared to William. She read the news aloud, allowing William to know also what was happening in the city in recent days. When they had finished, they left the room. Arm-in arm, they went to town. William had insisted on the foot path, wishing to more quickly adapt to the situation. He had a complete trust in Julia, he knew he could walk on her arm without risking injury. He listened attentively to every sound, sometimes he wondered what was happening around him so he can remember precisely each sound. Julia helped him as best she could, describing him in detail and he was very grateful. He knew he was going to one day walk the streets without fear. But he also knew he would feel his heart sink in his chest every time he would be in Julia's arms, he would hear the whispers in their path. Pity. He did not stand. Him, he could ignore it, but he suffered for her. William knew that Julia never listened to what was said on her way, or her back, even in newspapers. But him only knew so well his wife, him only knew that this strong and stubborn woman was also fragile and she had a sensitivity well hidden behind a thick varnish. Him only knew, only him really knew the woman on his arm. And he suffered from this situation for her.
They had thus spent long hours in the city to buy opaque goggles for William when he would withdraw his bandages in a few days. Also a cane that would help move alone, but also medicines. Then, when they wanted to eat, they opted for the best solution, back to the hotel. It was still too early for them to eat in a restaurant. Julia had to help him and he wanted not for nothing in this world suffer the shame to be fed like a child of two years by his wife. They returned, they ate and they had spent the afternoon in their suite. Julia helped him become familiar with the environment, leaving him walk alone, indicating where each object were, leaving him touch every corner of the suite. She had put on some music, she read him and when the sky darkened slowly, they were simply embracing on the living room couch, silently. They spent long minutes where Julia, her head resting on the shoulder of William just looked at him in silence before he spoke. He asked her if he could touch his fingertips draw the contours of her face, her body. He wanted to remember, remember, to not forget. Julia then sat down in front of him and took his hands in hers. She put them on her cheeks and she nodded, closing her eyes. He needed nothing more to redraws every curve, feeling the chest of Julia lift the staccato rhythm of her breathing. Then, when the voltage was too high, he stopped, simply. His heart and his body screaming him to continue, to undress her, to make love to her, but he was not ready. Not yet. So he asked her to help him put himself in pajamas and after care, he went to bed, simply.
to be continued...