Saturday, March 6, 2010.

Hi dear friends and loyal readers--I am so sorry it has taken me long to update this. Husband and little girl were sick for the last two weeks, then I got sick, problems at work, etc, held this up. Everyone is well now here at home, had some free time tonight (a rarity) and felt like writing! I want to thank you all again for your comments, reviews, emails, support which I continue to be humbled by. This story had indeed become very long and I am grateful that you have stuck with it. I hope you will continue to stick with it because there are a few more chapters.

With love and regards,

JScorpio

Chapter 55 The Wedding Night

The bedroom door clicked shut behind General Tavington and his wife, which the officer then locked for good measure—he wanted no interruptions this night. Mrs. Tavington moved to her bureau, where she tucked Bordon's mementos, still clasped tightly in her hand, into the jewelry box. Her husband worked his way around the room lighting a minimal amount of candles.

Still at the dressing table, Melanie sat down and took the rest of the hair pins from her hair, letting the rest of her curly blonde tresses fall down her back. She ran her fingers through it while stealing glimpses out of her mirror at her husband.

Will walked to his dressing table and poured two glasses of wine. He sat them down on the nightstand, then seated himself on the bed. Tavington slipped his boots and stockings off. When he was done, he looked at his wife still seated at her dresser. He watched her for an instant, delighted to see her skirt above her knees as she inched her stockings down and off her legs.

Melanie looked up and caught William staring at her. As she caught his eye, he raised his eyebrows and smiled at the girl. Embarrassed, she looked back down quickly at the task in hand. With that, Will stood up and quickly unbuttoned his vest, then slipped out of it. He laid the garment on his dresser and turned to find Mrs. Tavington standing by the bed, still in her beautiful wedding frock.

William joined her at the bedside. He picked up both glasses of wine and handed one to her. "Well…..here's to a long, happy marriage for us and success to the business," he toasted.

After the customary clink of glass, the two took sips of their wine as they smiled at each other.

The general took Melanie's wine glass from her hand and set it and his own down on the nightstand again. With that he took her hand and pulled her over to the large window which looked out over the green lawn. The last rays of pink from the sunset streaked the sky as the violet dark of the night sky fell on the horizon. After the two gazed out at the small empire that was theirs, the general then pulled his wife to him.

Giving his wife a soft, affectionate kiss, his lips slid to her ear. "You looked so beautiful today, Melanie," he proclaimed softly. "I wanted to skip the reception and ravish you right away!"

She gave a gentle laugh as she slid her arms around his neck. "The women said they didn't think you'd be able to keep your hands off me," she revealed.

"Did they now?," he asked. The officer pulled back from her and went on. "All I heard from the men today was how I was marrying the fairest, prettiest girl in the countryside."

Melanie blushed as William stepped back from her, releasing her from his embrace. He slowly pulled his fine white shirt out of his pants then took it off and over his head, throwing it onto a nearby chair. His wife caught her breath as he did, her eyes sweeping over his muscle chiseled chest and shoulders.

The general then took a step closer to his wife looking down at her. She watched as he brought his hands up to her bodice and began to work the buttons of her dress loose. They were so fine and tiny and covered with slick material that his fingers barely lasted until the third button. She brought her hands up to meet his, clasping his frustrated fingers.

"May I help?" she asked demurely, looking up at him with innocence in his eyes.

"Yes," he answered, bending his tall frame down to kiss her ear and neck. "I want you to do it, and don't stop until the damned thing is on the floor."

"Certainly," Melanie chuckled, smiling up at her husband.

With that, he took her hand and led her over to a chair where he sat down and pulled her down onto his lap. Will clasped both her hands in his then kissed her deeply for a moment, stopping her hands from their assigned task. When their lips parted, he put her fingers back on the buttons of her dress, which she immediately set to unbuttoning slowly.

His mouth outlined her jaw and neck with kisses as she did, making a sigh of pleasure escape her lips as her eyes closed. His lips found their way to her ear again, which he nuzzled.

"Besides," he murmured, "my hands can best be employed elsewhere."

Melanie smiled at his words as she continued unfastening her bodice. Her head dropped backwards as she felt her skirt being gathered above her knees.

William continued nuzzling his wife's neck and ears, sometimes stealing a kiss from her lips. "Now……where were we……a couple of weeks ago……when we were so rudely interrupted," he teased in a whisper.

Sliding his hand up under his wife's skirt, it only rested at the top of her thigh for an instant before he pressed two fingers up into her. He was pleased to find her already wet and sufficiently aroused for him.

Melanie's fingers stopped their task momentarily as she felt his fingers invade her. "Oh, Will," she gasped airily, feeling relieved to feel his fingers inside her again. Her husband's unoccupied hand found her now idle fingers and urged them back to unbuttoning her dress.

She found it hard to concentrate on unfastening her bodice with William's fingers causing so much joy inside her. "William," she murmured as her mouth covered his in a deep kiss. Then she began to kiss his neck, her hands leaving their task to undo the officer's queue. Her fingers quickly upwrapped the black ribbon then equally as fast undid his braid. She ran her fingers through his hair, letting the dark waves fall onto his shoulders.

William caught one of her hands and moved it back to her bodice and whispered, "Hurry up! I want that dress off of you!" To coax her along, he pushed a third finger inside of her, making her moan in pleasure again.

Soon her bodice was unbuttoned and she pushed it off her shoulders. William withdrew his fingers from her and they both stood up, her dress falling to the floor making a rustling sound. Tavington took her hand as she stepped out of the pooled satin. She then turned her back to him and he quickly began to unlace her stay just loose enough for her to slip out of.

Melanie turned to face her husband now wearing only her gauzy shift. "Take it off," he requested, "I want to see you naked."

His wife took a couple of steps back from him, undoing the drawstring on her chemise. With a tug it came loose allowing Melanie to push it off her shoulders. It gathered in a wisp at her feet, where she stepped out of it and padded quietly over to the bed. William watched her, sucking in a huge breath as she crawled onto the bed and laid down on her side, her hands instinctively covering her breasts and pubic area.

General Tavington stared at his wife's nude form on the bed, never having seen her totally naked. As his eyes swept approvingly over her body, he hooked his fingers into his waistband and slid his breeches off.

Melanie caught her breath as her husband now stood naked at the bedside with a glorious, rock hard erection standing out proudly from his lean body. She felt a twinge of electricity between her own legs becoming further aroused at her own husband's body. The girl now couldn't wait to feel his body on top of hers. She instinctively let her hands drop from where they covered her modesty.

Will soon joined her on the bed, lying down next to her. He pulled her into his arms and began to move his hands up and down her body. The two began to kiss deeply, tasting the lingering flavor of wine in each other's mouths. Melanie moved her hand between them and began to toy with William's hardened member.

Her husband moaned lustily as she moved her fingers and hand all over his stiff manhood. Soon she closed her fist about it and began moving it up and down the length of it. Melanie kissed his neck and shoulders as she did, smiling to herself as William groaned quietly at her actions. In just a couple of moments the officer felt close, and not wishing to spend himself so soon, gently pushed his wife's hand away.

With that, he moved over atop Melanie's body, kneeing her legs apart to put himself in between them. His hands cupped and kneaded both her breasts as he kissed her neck. One of his hands snaked its way down her body, finding her crotch. His fingers moved softly, sweeping between her legs, outlining the folds of her womanhood. Soon his index finger coaxed her hardened little pearl out, manipulating it with the tip of his digit. Melanie moaned aloud in pleasure as he did.

Soon his head dropped to her breasts and began to suckle at each nipple in turn, making them into hard little peaks. When he began to suck a little harder and increase the pressure between her legs with his finger, she arched her back and writhed beneath him.

After another moment, Will eased his fingers back inside his wife's moistness. "Oh…God…William….PLEASE," she cooed.

"Please what?," he teased as his mouth kissed its way back up to meet her lips.

"Will….please….I want you inside of me now," she begged breathlessly, wanting him.

"In time, darling," he cajoled in a murmur. "I will put it in you, just be patient."

His three fingers worked themselves in and out of her, making her want him all the more. Melanie felt as if she was going insane with longing. She hadn't lain fully naked in leisure with a man in months and now her body was controlling her.

William kissed at her neck and nuzzled her ears as his other hand cupped her breast. He whispered in her ear again. "I am going to have you all night long. You will be so sore in the morning that you will be begging me to stop."

"Oh, God," Melanie gasped at his words, her eyes widening, knowing he would make true on his promise.

Tavington withdrew his fingers from his wife, making her groan again, wanting some part of him inside of her. She watched him as he climbed atop her body and nudged her legs a little wider apart with his knees. The officer took her hands in his and pushed them down onto the pillow on either side of her head. As he held her down by her wrists, he gave her a long, deep kiss.

He pulled back from the kiss and instantly sank his hardness into his wife. Melanie responded with a gasp, then a moan of pleasure. William thrust slowly in and out of her with long, languid strokes, taking his time and driving the young woman mad with desire.

After a moment of this delicious torture, the general stopped moving, lying perfectly still atop his wife, leaving his rigid manhood resting within her. He kissed her neck sensuously as she closed her eyes and sighed.

"William,…..please….," she begged.

"What," Tavington teased in a murmur.

"Move…..I need you to move," his wife pleaded.

"In a moment, Melanie," he answered. Will kissed her mouth softly, then teased her earlobe, nibbling on it. "I must rest for a moment; we're going to be doing this all night."

His wife began to kiss his neck, inciting him to start his movements again. William slid himself in and out of her, quickening his pace. In a few moments, he had brought both of them close to the edge. He suddenly stopped and withdrew himself from her, rolled over on to his back and pulled her atop him.

Melanie pulled herself up astride him and all too willingly impaled herself upon his manhood. She cooed and gasped in relief as she sank down upon it, not noticing her new husband smiling up at her wanton actions. The girl began moving herself up and down up him with abandon, so filled with her husband and her own arousal. Will's hand caressed her thighs for a moment as she moved on him, then came to rest on her hips. His hands languished in his wife's movements, loving the feelings over her legs moving, pushing her up and down.

After another moment of this, Mrs. Tavington began propelling herself up and down upon him faster, impatiently and hurried, her moaning more insistent. He could sense that she was nearing completion. William fingers instantly seized a bruising grip upon his wife's hips and swiftly stopped her. And although still beneath her body, he was able to pull his erection out of her.

Melanie looked down at her husband, a look of disappointment clouding her face. "Why, William?" she gasped questioningly. "Why did you stop me. I was so close."

"Shhhhh," he soothed as he took ahold of her hands. "You'll get you pleasure soon enough." With that, he pulled her forward a little bit, urging him to crawl up his still supine body.

Tavington looked up at his hungry wife with a lascivious smile. "Come here," he coaxed. "Put your knees on the pillow." He pointed casually to the spots on the pillow on both sides of his head.

Melanie's disappointment and being stopped just before achieving her pleasure soon vanished when she realized what Will wanted to do. Her mouth dropped open a bit, shocked at the positioning of what he wanted to do, then she smiled shyly, blushed, and looked at the bed.

"Come here, darling," the general cajoled, "you won't regret it. In fact, I think you will rather enjoy it."

Mrs. Tavington crawled slowly up the bed and Will's body to near his head. Carefully she placed both of her knees on either side of his head on the pillow. Melanie felt slightly scandalous at straddling her husband's head, her most intimate female parts within inches of his handsome face. The girl, facing the headboard, reached forward and gripped it with her hands, helping to balance her above her William's head.

In a moment, Melanie felt his tongue begin to flick between her legs, painting her womanly anatomy with it. She cooed and closed her eyes as the sensations felt wonderful. After another moment, his warm tongue burrowed into her folds and found the prize it sought. The touch of it against her hardened bud sent a bolt of electricity through her body. She rewarded his action with a joyous moan as her head dropped backwards.

The new Mrs. Tavington, only hours before, had seen her husband using his mouth to charm the citizens of the countryside, guests at their wedding, to what a wonderful match they were. His silver tongue didn't mince words when coaxing business alliances. And now she was finding out just how adept his tongue was at more intimate devices, and she was enjoying it.

Her thighs tightened and she regripped the headboard, her knuckles whitening as she hung on amidst her gasping pleasure. "Oh….William!..Oh my God!," she cried lustily, not wanting his tongue to stop its dance.

The officer kept on her another moment, pleased that he was conquering his new wife with pleasure. He moved his tongue all about between her legs, varying the motions, making the girl squeal with delight. Then he settled back to the serious business of making her scream. His tongue once again found her womanly pearl, swollen and hard, aching for him to touch it again. By her groans and actions, he could tell he'd found a pleasing rhythm, so he stuck to it for yet another moment, over and over again, bringing her closer to the edge.

After another moment of this exquisite torture, it only took a few expert strokes of his tongue to cause his wife to call his name in pleasure. "Oh,…William, WILLIAM!!!", she cried as one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever felt ripped through her body, making her hang on to the headboard for dear life.

As she collapsed forward against the headboard and wall, panting, she felt Will crawling out from beneath her. When she recovered sufficiently enough to turn back and look for him, he was on the bed, looking lustily at her. Before she could say a word, he grabbed her, pulled her from the pillow, and pinned her back down on her back on the bed.

"Will?", she gasped, still trying to catch her breath from her last few moments of pleasure. He said nothing but kneed her legs roughly apart and drilled himself back into her, making her groan with surprise, exhaustion, and pleasure. Melanie's arms snaked about his body, her hands moving down his back, coming to rest on his butt. She loved feeling his tight buttocks, one hand on each cheek of them, as he moved himself in and out of her.

Melanie looked up at William, who was holding himself above her, his arms straight and locked, thrusting himself hard into her. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, obviously enjoying his manhood imbedded deeply within his wife. But she wanted to feel his strong torso against her body, so her arms found their way back up his body. She threaded her fingers into his long, dark hair and pulled his head down to hers, where the two then enjoyed long, passionate kisses as his movements continued.

Will groaned when he felt Melanie draw her knees up to either side of him, pressing them against his body, holding him there. She rocked her body from beneath, as well, trying to meet his thrusts, urging him on.

"William……harder," she gasped the request, "oh….harder."

Her husband complied, interrupting his movements for only a few seconds to readjust himself over her body. She smiled in lusty pleasure as she saw him raise up above her and grab the headboard. Will heaved himself in deeply with a very hard thrust, taking the girl's breath away. In an instant he was pounding his hardness deeply into her as hard as he could, banging against her cervix. Both of them groaned huskily, lost to the feeling of it. The headboard began to knock against the wall with their severe motions of passion, but neither seemed to notice or care.

Melanie soon brought her legs up to William's waist, crossing her ankles behind his back, holding him securely in position. He continued plumbing away inside of her, both moaning their deepest pleasure aloud. She soon felt a heat building in her pelvis, then the familiar spark of electricity coursing through her body. His wife gave way to her pleasure and cried aloud with it.

"Oh…..Oh….William….William!," she moaned and cried.

Will followed almost immediately with his orgasm, the explosion within threatening to tear his body apart. "Oh….Melanie…..oh…..ah….mmmm," he cried out as he filled her with his semen. The two recovered a moment, both panting for breath, still entangled together, his body upon hers.

It was done—the marriage was official now. The consummation, pleasurable to both parties, was done and there was no turning back.

Once rested, William rolled off of Melanie and laid beside her on the bed, both looking up at the dark ceiling, no idea what time it was. General Tavington sat up and reached over to the nightstand. He poured two glasses of wine. Melanie sat up and he did.

"Mrs. Tavington," he said as he passed the glass to her.

"General Tavington," she replied back as she took the goblet from him.

The two quickly downed the liquid then laid back down on the bed. The officer pulled his wife too him, wanting to rest and hold the girl as he did. "William…," she sighed as she settled against his body.

"Melanie," whispered the officer as he kissed her head, nuzzling his face in her wavy blonde hair.

Both were quiet and equally amazed at how silent it was outside on the plantation. In the evening, one could still often hear the muffled sounds of the hospital tents and people moving about the camp on the property. But there was strangely no sound tonight, as if out of respect, the hospital camp's occupants stayed silent just to make the newlywed's feel as if they were truly all alone.

After sometime of rest, Melanie began to kiss Will's neck and shoulders, inciting passion in the man again. He rolled over atop her body and returned the kisses, and soon she found him sucking lustily at her nipples again. Her head dropped back onto the pillow in pleasure as he did. Her hands snaked into his hair, her eyes closed all the while as his mouth and lips worked her rosy nipples into taut little peaks.

After a moment of this pleasure, she felt William raise up off her body. Opening her eyes, she looked up questioningly at him. He took her wrist and pulled her up to sitting, then turned her over onto all fours. She felt his finger move into her, gauging her readiness, and giving her a little bit of pleasure as he did. He withdrew it, satisfied with her moistness, and positioned himself behind her. She felt the tip of his rigid erection at her entrance once again as he readying himself. Melanie had to grip the sheets with her fists to steady herself as he rammed his hardness into her.

And so it went on like this the rest of their wedding night, William making good on his promise. He had his new wife all over the bed in varying positions, both enjoying the different aspects of lovemaking. And indeed, well after the sun was up in the morning, Melanie, her body and especially her hips and womanhood, were sore and spent, and she did have to beg him to stop. She knew that Will was strong, but found out the extent of his husbandly stamina that night.