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8. THE FIRST NIGHT
Whew. Oh my god. We did it. We did the thing. And let me tell you, Consummation is not for suckers.
You see, this is how it all went down:
There in the water, the cool waves were slamming into us. An involuntary shiver rocketed up and down my spine at the sensation mixed with the tingle of her lips on mine. I bit the bottom of her lip once then twice before she searched every crevice of my mouth with her tongue. Everything was wet. Water rolled down my forehead and my arms like drops of sweat and I gasped for breath, tasting the salty bits of the sea as they came nearer to my lips and our kiss deepened and deepened. Suddenly, I couldn't think. Only this incessant, screaming need; the desire to make her mine in every sense of the word coursed through my veins pumping me up with a different kind of adrenaline, kind of like cliff-diving off the face of the earth into the deep, dark oblivion of the sea below, feeling the wind whip through your hair and howling in your ears as you flew and fell in the whooshing air. I picked her up then and I ran; I sprinted like a marathon runner going for the gold over that finishing line of a threshold back into our house and threw our soaking wet bodies down onto the bed, and I held nothing back. I covered her in kisses from the very top of her head, the glory of her bronze-red hair fanned out over the pillow like wisps of fire, then her cheeks and her lips and her neck. I went down, down, down and saw, like the holy grail in a secret cavern leagues and leagues below the sea waiting for me there, that triangular shape made by those swirling bronze ringlets which called out to me and I heard her make this strange, beautiful sound; a sound I never, ever heard her make before as I ran my fingers over it and I kissed her there too like I'd just struck gold. I trailed my lips down either side of her thighs to the sandy tips of her wet toes before I climbed on top of her again, arching my back just a little bit. There was a heat in between my own legs; this strange throbbing, burning sensation I've only felt once or twice before in a dream. A deep, true, ringing need. I took in every curve and every crevice of her beautiful features, from the perfection that was her beautiful golden eyes which I lost myself in to the tip of her curved, pointed nose to the softness of her full pink lips that I ran my fingers over and I swear her soft, supple cheeks almost looked like they had flushed the lightest shade of crimson even when I knew that was impossible for an angel like her. She dimpled up and I could see the whites of her teeth showing in that gorgeous smile of hers, and her cool soft fingers skimmed down my arms. With one quick movement; so quick that I didn't even see it at first she pressed her lips to my neck and squeezed my wrist, catching me by surprise. She looked up at me again from below her thick eyelashes and put her hands on my cheeks, like she was wanting to look at me better and I swallowed really hard, my mouth going dry when I felt myself heating up again. She pulled me closer to her. Breathing heavily, my trembling lips met hers again and again, over and over with this need – a deep, desperate need; a longing, a passionate yearning – and I cradled her face in my hands.
"You are so beautiful." I said again in a singular, ragged breath. Her hands gripped my cheeks and she curled her fingers against them, bringing my face into the shadow of her white neck and I covered her with my hot, wet kisses. My shoulder blades trilled and my neck cracked as I desperately sought out, diving deeper into every little shadow on that beautiful swan neck of hers, those secret, hidden places, replacing it all with light. I felt something building up in the pit of my stomach, and I could feel that part of myself throbbing hotly against her cool inner thigh like a volcano about to erupt and I think I knew what to do with that, but I wouldn't allow myself to do it without getting her total, wholehearted and indisputable word of consent - consent to love her – first. "Is that alright?" I asked her between breaths. Her two hands tightened around my arms and squeezed them so hard it hurt. But I couldn't feel it just then.
"Yes." She breathed, and her nails found and then curled against my back, the lightest flush of red blooming across every part of my body touched by her. She still tried not to move too much though; I think out of consideration for me. I nodded and carefully, carefully, I lowered myself down just a little bit, bringing myself up to the tip of her entrance; that secret cove and with one prodigious thrust that made my hips throb and shudder I was inside her, and there was a gush and a rush of something warm and sticky and it coated her thighs and made them look shiny. She cried out and brought her wrist to her mouth, as if biting down on it to keep from making any noise, and I was so afraid I had hurt her.
"Are you alright?" I quickly asked and my eyes flew open.
"Yes." She whispered, breathless. "I want you… to do it again." She almost smiled then and I swallowed. Again? I thought, panicking. I just gawked at her - she was waiting for me. My heart did that double-beat thing again and after wracking my brain for what seemed like forever, I finally made up my mind - I'll try to be as gentle as I could this next time around. Hopefully I wouldn't mess it up too badly that way. I ran my tongue over my lip in concentration and slowly; steadily, I lowered myself into her again in one long, slow stride of a thrust checking her face every single second for any sign of her wanting me to stop. "Harder." Was all she said, and I nodded quickly and almost stupidly, like she was a chef and I was her assistant, wanting me to hurry up and get started on chopping up the vegetables. I inserted then pushed myself deeper into her and there was another sudden gush of something, like water crashing on a shore that almost scared me a little – I didn't think that could happen, you know, right after the first one. I mean, nobody told me exactly how this whole thing worked but I was determined to figure it out. I had to. This time, she made a face that almost looked like she was crying, and her voice came out in a pained, shivered whisper and I stopped again.
"I'm so sorry! Did that hurt?" I asked, my voice rising in concern. Why was I so terrible at this?
She nodded her head this time. "Yes, it did – but it wasn't a bad kind of hurt. It was a good kind." She assured me, pressing a hand to my cheek and shaking her head. "I'm more worried about hurting you." She pulled away a little but I stopped her, bringing her right back to me.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm fine." I said and squeezed her hand.
I saw her bite her lip, blinking and hesitant. Finally, she began to speak again. "If you say so." She sighed. Her eyes softened and she pulled my face back to hers, catching my lips. When she did that, I almost forgot my own fear, and I felt dizzy again. She pulled away, bringing both our hands to her chest now. I pressed my lips to the beautiful contour of her wintry breasts and stroked them with my hands before laying tender kisses all over them. Her arms wrapped around my torso and she pulled me deeper into her, her near-silent cries, soft sighs, and gasping breaths filling my ears like the sweetest piano music. It was almost - reassuring, I guess? - to hear, because it made me think that we were getting at least a little better at this, she and I. I felt her fingernails scratch up and down the length of my back and her hand pressed my head to the shadow of her neck. Before I knew it, she flipped herself over and was on top of me now, riding me like a wave, her beautiful, shapely thighs straddled out to either side of my legs and she squeezed them tighter together, closing in around my own thighs until the cool of her skin melded into my burning flesh. Her thin, beautiful hands ran up and down my torso, slowly at first but grew faster and faster as she got more comfortable with it and I could see her wedding ring glinting in the light of the full moon and it hit me right over the head that I was making love with my wife for the very first time, as crazy as that was. She rose to her knees then lowered herself onto me once, twice, three times. I could feel it coming again, and I couldn't do a thing to stop it. I squeezed the flesh of her thighs in my hands, holding on, grazing my knuckles over her cool porcelain skin and reconciled it with the strange burning inside of me, like fire and ice. As if sensing this, she began a slow, soft rotation of her hips on top of me, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly above me which was a miraculous sight to behold. She lowered herself onto me one last time. A gush again, like floodgates opening. I grunted; my stomach lurched. And then it was done. She and I let out a trembling sigh at the exact same time and she brought her beautiful, beautiful face up to mine. She was everything I could see right then and there, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in this world or the next. She kissed me. I kissed her back. She fell very gently on me so our bare torsos were touching again before laying herself down beside me, one hand atop my chest and on my rapidly-beating heart, the other curled tightly around my neck. I squeezed that hand. Put another over hers that was on my chest and, with a happy, contented smile, I fell asleep.