*Things really get racy now, so if you don't care for things of that nature, feel free to skip it!

Chapter 3

Maria looked up at her husband from the cloud of pillows she had been placed upon. Georg sat next to her and began to lean forward to kiss her, but he felt a slight tug on the band of his pants. Understanding her wish, he slightly lifted himself up and took off his pants.

At first, he left his boxers on and allowed himself to look at Maria. She only nodded slightly and off they went in a heap on the floor. After giving Maria a second to get adjusted, he slid onto the bed next to her with his weight on one elbow and the other arm draped over her abdomen.

"Are you alright?" he asked gently.

"With you, always," she replied, and took his hand in hers to bring it up to her lips, kissing each finger tenderly. When she was finished, he brought it up to brush some hair behind her ear and kissed her lips more ardently than ever before.

As their kissed deepened, Georg brought the arm he was resting on behind her neck and allowed himself to hover over her. He broke the kiss in favor of reaching back down to her neck, collarbone, and finally breasts. He fondled and suckled each, twisting her nipples in between his teeth until they were erect and aching for his touch once he decided to continue his travels.

Maria was writhing with pleasure, raking her fingers through Georg's hair. She reached her arms along with him wherever he went. He was now licking and kissing her flat stomach, lower and lower, finally leaving a trail of kisses along the band of her panties.

Looking up at her and grabbing the edge of them on either hip, Maria bit her lip in anticipation and a bit of nervousness and lifted her hips to will him to pull them off of her legs. She was suddenly aware of the fact that she was now simply in her own element with her husband, and felt more blissful than she thought imaginable.

Georg crawled up to look into her eyes, which reflected everything - bliss, beauty, vulnerability. He would have been relieved to know that that was what she saw in that moment as well. Maria grabbed his chin and brought it down for his lips to meet hers. While their breathing and tongues concentrated on their own choreography, Georg reached down, through the curls as he reached lower towards their destination, to trace her opening.

At the new feeling of her husband touching her, Maria gasped, which melted into a moan as he found her clitoris and began to rub in small, smooth circles. He knew he was winding her up and she broke the kiss to begin to moan his name in a way he knew she would only use on the brink of lovemaking - it was a call and she was ready for him.

Maria whimpered as Georg removed his fingers form their new playground but she threw herself into his heavy gaze as he cupped her face, asking "Are you ready, Maria?"

She simply closed her eyes to nod and kiss his lips. Georg reached one arm around the small of her back and used the other to position his member and coat him in her juices. Once he was slightly pressed into her, Georg saw Maria's eyes closed and he reached back up to her face. "Just tell me if you need me to stop."

Maria wrapped her arms around Georg's back and whispered "I love you" into his ear, kissing the lobe gently. Georg gently pressed himself further into Maria, stopping at her maidenhead. She knew this was it, and pressed her hips into his causing him to move as well and push through.

He paused again waiting for any signs she wanted to stop. Maria had gasped at the feeling of him entering her entirely but now reveled in the completeness she felt. She hugged him tighter and moved into him to let him know she was alright. At that, Georg set a rhythm, steady, with fervor.

Maria moaned and dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades when he thrust right into her core. Georg whispered her name over and over into her ears, into the kisses he peppered over her face. When he shifted his hand to cradle her head and his own head to study her face, he saw Maria in the throes of her passion, her lips mouthing his name and moans, but being so engrossed with feelings, no sound escaped her lungs.

Gasping for proper air, she began to choke out his name, in the beginnings of a tsunami of passion he knew was coming. He was reaching for the same peak as her, hoping to meet her right in the middle, but not reaching there before she did.

With one hand in his hair, she gave a final tug and yelled out Georg's name while her wet walls grasped Georg, bringing her name out of his lips and allowing him to fill her depths.

Breathing heavily, Georg collapsed onto Maria's chest, while she traced around the back of his neck and shoulders and gasped through the moments after that most blissful ordeal for some sense of reality that in that moment both prayed would never come.

Between flashing back to her first night married to Georg von Trapp and throwing themselves into another bout of lovemaking for the morning, Maria believed she would never accomplish anything again if this is how they began and ended each day.

"Cat got your tongue, Fräulein?" Georg asked, tapping her nose.

Catching his hand, she replied, "I'm only trying to allow my emotions to catch up with us, darling, that's all." She chuckled slightly. "I love you, you know."

"I do, thank heavens. And I love you too." Georg felt her nod and kiss his collarbone, finally holding her tighter and allowing sleep to grace them for a while longer.