Warning: Hot steam ahead! Proceed with caution!
Rated M for obvious reasons!
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The wedding and the wedding night
It had been the week from hell, but finally, their wedding day was here. Shane hadn't seen Oliver since Monday. She missed him so much she was going crazy! She wondered how he was coping with everything they'd been thrown this week. The depth of her feelings of anger and hate towards Holly shocked her, as she had never experienced such strong feelings like this in her entire life. She was glad to hear Holly was gone now, because she didn't know what she might have done if she had ever seen her.
After riding ahead of the others, Jerry Polevich had just left after informing her that everything was resolved regarding Holly and the wedding could go ahead as planned. Shane cried, hugging and holding onto Alex and Becky as she sobbed. All of her pent-up stress and anxiety finally released itself, crashing over her in full force. She wanted to go see Oliver, but Alex and Becky managed to dissuade her.
"Shane, you can't go. Oliver will find out sooner or later. You will see him soon enough. Just go get ready and let's enjoy your last day of freedom."
"I don't want to be free. I want to be his!" She said, between sniffs. Becky held her arms, and intently looking into her eyes, she said, "You will be. It's just a matter of hours now."
"Yes, it is. Ok, Becky. You're right." Shane took a deep breath, exhaled and calmed down.
The day went by much faster than she anticipated. The combination of decorating the church and reception hall took up all her free time. Just like that, it was time to get ready for the ceremony. She was slowly getting very nervous.
"Has anybody seen Oliver?" She asked Rita. Rita confirmed Norman had been with him for the last 2 hours and she hadn't heard of any new calamities. No new wives had popped out of the woodwork. The girls laughed, trying to lighten the mood for Shane, as they could see she was working herself up into a mad frenzy.
Rita hugged her, whispering for her ears only. "Shane, everything is going to be splendid; the ceremony, the reception… and later on, too. Do you remember what you said to me before I got married?" Rita let go and looked at her. "What did I say?" Shane asked.
"You told me you dreamed about it. You and Oliver… together; that you desired it above everything else. Well, today is the day. Just relax and enjoy what you've been waiting for, longing for, for so long."
Shane smiled. "Yes, that sounds like something I'd say." They both laughed. Shane did relax a bit, and then she remembered something else.
"Alex, did you take my suitcase of clothes to Oliver's house like I asked you to?"
Alex looked lost. "Clothes? Why, no! You won't need them." Everybody looked at Alex, dumbfounded. After a few seconds, Alex burst into laughter and then the rest of the room erupted into laughter, giggles and shared some juicy comments. Shane was finally relaxing.
Joe came in just before 4pm to walk her down the aisle. He looked at her lovingly and blinked away tears. "Welcome, Shane McInerney to the O'Toole family. I could not have chosen a better, more honourable woman for my son. I love you." He kissed her on the forehead as any loving father would.
The church gathering included almost every member of the community. Although tradition dictated most wedding ceremonies were for family and close friends only, Copper Creek felt like a big family and they required no invitation. They all turned up, bringing food for the feast afterwards. Oliver was moved to see how many people came dressed in their Sunday best, ready to celebrate with them as they officially entered into the community as a married couple.
Billy James, a new resident was playing the guitar and singing quietly in the corner, as the guests were arriving and filling up the humble sanctuary.
As the groom took his place at the altar with his best man beside him, the music changed. Miss Francesca, another new resident, started playing the wedding march on the piano as Shane appeared at the door holding onto Joe's arm. Everybody stood up for the bride. The moment Shane spotted her groom, she inhaled deeply and Joe held her a little tighter. Oliver locked eyes with his beautiful bride's and didn't have eyes for anybody else for the rest of the service.
The service was a joyous celebration of two people who had to fight tooth and nail to get to this day. Pastor Ramon spoke about the joy of sunshine after the storm. After reading I Corinthians 13:8, he blessed them. They repeated their vows, exchanged rings and were declared husband and wife. Oliver kissed the bride and the entire church mobbed them to congratulate them, overjoyed for them both.
The reception festivities lasted well into the evening. Everybody was so happy for the couple. Shane and Oliver danced together until their feet started to hurt. When the last guest left, Shane and Oliver hugged Joe, Alex, Becky, Rita and Norman and climbed into Oliver's wagon for the short drive to his house. They would spend the first few nights there and then move to Shane's house, which was bigger and more suitable for a family.
They sat beside each other and Shane immediately snuggled herself into his side when he took the reins and encouraged Meshach to head out. A few minutes later they arrived at his place. He helped her down and asked her to wait as he put the horse and wagon in the barn. Within minutes he was back. He then scooped her up in his arms and carried her upstairs to his apartment. She giggled happily in his arms. As they entered the living room, he gently put her down on the floor. As soon as her feet touched the floor, her arms flew around his neck, hugging him tightly. He laughed happily, hugging her back. "Mrs. O'Toole…" He whispered. She gasped, hearing her new name, spoken so softly by the man who shared it with her, the man she loved more than her own life.
"Oh, Oliver, I thought we were never going to get to this moment. I've dreamed of being yours for so long…"
"Well, now you are, my love. We did it. It's legal and binding. We are finally married… to each other!" He lowered his head and gently kissed her. They hadn't kissed properly for over a week and as soon as their lips touched, it ignited the flames of their passion. They knew they could finally go all the way now, so there would be no holding back.
He scooped her up in his arms again and carried her to the bedroom. This time he captured her mouth while she was still in his arms, slowly placing her on her feet without breaking their connection. She clung to him. They kissed ravenously, they were starving for each other.
When they finally parted, she shyly looked at him and asked, "What do we do now?"
At that moment, he realised how precious this woman was and how different this was going to be from his first night of his previous marriage. He had a virgin on his hands, as opposed to him being the virgin in a woman's hand. He smiled lovingly at her, held her face with both hands and said, "We will go gently." She nodded, biting her lower lip. He kissed it.
"I can help you get out of your dress… It looks… complicated." He said, taking a step back and surveying it from top to bottom. She blushed then she nodded again. "Yes, please."
Shane felt funny, like she was tingling all over. She had dreamed about this moment with this man from almost the moment she met him. Now she felt shy. She wanted to rip both his and her clothes off and give herself fully to him. She still hadn't forgotten that "Holly was good in bed". What did she have to do to be considered "good in bed" for Oliver? She wanted to please him. She felt the pressure of any comparisons he might make and her eyes filled with tears.
Oliver noticed it. "Sweetheart? What's the problem?" He said, after noticing a cloud pass over her expression. She shook her head, but the tears started to roll down her face anyway. She quickly wiped them away as she tried to compose herself and not dampen his spirits at this special moment. She tried to smile, but failed.
"What's wrong?" He said worried, grabbing her face with both hands and looking deep into her eyes. "Please, Shane. Tell me, darling."
"I think... I'm afraid I will disappoint you. Your first wife was an expert. I… I… I don't know what to do." She whispered the last few words so quietly that Oliver barely managed to hear them.
"Oh my darling!" He pulled her into his arms lovingly and started planting kisses all over her face, neck and lips. He moved to her ear, then back to her face again, finally capturing her mouth in another passionate kiss.
She found herself remembering their close call in the barn. What did she do that day to excite him so much? She started to kiss his strong jaw line, then biting it softly, then his earlobe, kissing and nibbling on it gently. "Teach me, Oliver." She whispered in his ear.
She started to remove his cravat, and then unbuttoned his suit and waistcoat. He helped her remove his clothes, including his shirt. He stood in front of her, naked from the waist up. Ah, yes! She vividly remembered this... how beautiful he was; how crazy he made her last year when he was hurt and she had to change his dressing every day. Those few weeks were a complete and tireless torture. He was now all hers, she could touch him to her hearts content.
She caressed his masculine torso, moaning with a strong wave of desire that overtook her. She started to undo the complicated lacing of her top. He wanted to help her, but he was at a loss as to how. She was struggling herself, growing increasingly frustrated, as she could not make any progress on loosening any of the intricately tightly woven ribbons.
He stepped back, opened his closet, grabbed something from it and walked back to her. He had a hunting knife in his hand. "Excuse me, my darling." He lifted her head and held it back, exposing her neck while covering it protectively with his hand. He then sliced the knife through the first ribbon connecting the front part of the bodice. With a firm, but gentle swish he expertly cut through the rest of the ribbons from the bottom to the top.
She quickly took off the bodice, discarding it on a chair and turned her back to him. He wasted no time grabbing the corset and cutting it open in the same fashion. It fell to the side and she turned back to him, now wearing only a camisole and her skirt.
She flew into his arms and hugged him tightly. He could feel her breasts against his chest, but he wanted more, so much more. He dropped the knife on the floor away from them and stepped back. He then slipped his hands under the loose camisole. Her skin felt warm and firm under his touch. He kept steadily moving his hands up from her waist to her breasts. As he reached them, he filled his hands with them, caressing them lovingly.
She gasped. She grabbed her camisole and quickly lifted it off over her head, throwing it on the floor. His jaw dropped as he stepped back to admire her. What a beautiful woman he had married! She took his breath away.
"Shane…" He whispered breathlessly. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world… and you are mine!" He said, incredulous at how astonishingly lovely she was. He pulled her towards him until their naked upper bodies were pressed up against each other.
He started kissing her again, starting with her mouth and moving down to her neck. He started to push her gently backwards towards the bed. As they reached the bed, she sat on it, unsure what to do next. He didn't mind. He was in charge and he loved it.
He gently laid her back on the bed. He then started to remove her skirt and the many petticoats she had on. Finally, he unhooked her garter and slowly removed her stockings. This left her underwear as the last barrier between them. He removed his trousers and underwear. He was now totally naked standing in front of her. She removed the last bit of her clothing and they both looked at each other in awe.
"Oliver…?"
"Yes, my darling?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, my sweetheart." He lay down beside her propped on one elbow and started playing with her body. Allowing his hand to freely roam over every inch; sliding it around every smooth curve; feeling every bump; learning every tiny bit of her. She closed her eyes and moaned.
"I promise I'll be gentle. I will not hurt you." He said huskily. His voice had dropped an octave with the depth of desire that he was fighting hard to control so he wouldn't overwhelm her with the sheer weight of it.
She turned on her side to face him, hooking her legs through his so that every inch of her body was pressed against his.
He pushed her on her back and moved to lie on top of her. He started kissing her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck and then to her breasts, giving each one of them his undivided attention.
He then traced his fingers down the front of her body until he found what he was looking for. He looked into her eyes before gently touching her, then stroking her tenderly. Her body rose up and curved to lean in and to meet his touch. She was beautifully hot and wet, fully ready for him. He grabbed her hand, brought it down and placed it on him. She curled her fingers around him, awestruck by how wonderfully hot and firm he felt under her touch. He totally belonged to her. She smiled, unable to contain her joy.
"Are you happy, my darling?" He asked, noticing her smile.
"Yes, Oliver, I am. But... please... I want you, no, actually I need you to make me one with you… whenever you're ready."
"Are you ready?" He asked her.
"Yes, I am! I want you, Oliver, all of you!"
He moved his body accordingly, teasing her by rubbing the tip of it against her. She gasped with the excitement of it as she felt it for the first time. She opened her legs, inviting and welcoming him.
"You can ask me to stop whenever you feel any pain; I don't wish to hurt you." He said hoarsely, hoping she wouldn't ask, but also with no desire to see her suffering for his sake. He would certainly do the best he could to be considerate of her.
She nodded. "Thank you, but I won't ask." She said, determined not to let anything stop them from consummating their marriage. He slowly started to enter her. She swallowed hard, gasped sharply and grabbed his shoulders. He continued moving, slowly and steadily, watching her face for any signs of unbearable pain.
She was strong though, determined to let him continue. After they spent time adjusting to these new sensations and feelings, he started to thrust faster, deeper and with more strength. Her groans changed from ones of pain to pleasure. As they continued to move in unison and quickened the pace even more, she released a low scream of excitement as they reached their climax together, finally becoming one flesh.
Her tears of joy mingled with his, as he rested his body atop hers.
"Oh, Oliver my love… how wonderful you are!" She said when she finally recovered her composure.
"My Shane, you're perfect! My perfect match, the woman God had set for me from the beginning. I love you with all my heart. I love you more than life itself."
"Oliver..." She said shaking her head," You're the one who is perfect! The best man alive and the best part is you're all mine. My husband! You are my perfect gift from heaven. Thank you Lord, for your goodness, for your faithfulness, I love you."
"Amen!" Oliver smiled at her filling her heart with love and gratitude to the brim.
Oliver lay there beside Shane, basking in her love. Hearing such beautiful, loving words from his wife was the balm he needed to wash away all the hurtful words Holly had thrown at him. He found paradise on earth in the arms of his beautiful bride. They fell asleep plastered to each other like two spoons in a drawer. His heart was overwhelmed by the love he had for this beautiful woman nestled in his arms. Life was complete... at last!
Indeed God was very good to him.
