JENNIE

Lisa carried me up the stairs, her strong arms holding me securely. The spicy scent and hardness of her muscles filled my senses, making me ache terribly with wanting. Wedding night jitters? Maybe a little, with some healthy emotional exhaustion sprinkled on top. We hadn't been together in over two weeks and I missed the intimacy. After all, making love with Lisa was part of our grounding connection. I was honest enough to admit that our first explosive attraction to each other had been all about the sex…and there was nothing wrong with that.

The expression on her face right now was different though, as she carried me along. I wondered what was going on in that head of her behind the carved beautiful face. The person behind the mask. My love. My wife.

I wasn't concerned though, because I knew she would tell me exactly what that was. Lisa usually had no trouble telling me what was on her mind. Part of her special charm. I had to smile at the thought of some of the crazy things she'd said to me since I'd known her.

"What's that sexy smile about?" she asked without barely a hint of labored breath despite hauling me all the way up one impressively carved oaken staircase. The inside of this house was gorgeous and I couldn't wait to see more of it, but had a feeling I wouldn't be seeing much beyond our bedroom for the foreseeable future.

"I was thinking about your special brand of charm, Ms. Manoban."

She cocked a brow and gave me a wicked grin. "Does my charm have anything to do with you and me naked on our wedding night, Mrs. Manoban, because I'm dyin' for you here."

I laughed at her veiled complaint about the recent lack of sex. I was dying for her too, but figured this had been a good test for us. Regardless, the anticipation of the moment was so much more intense because we'd taken the sex break before the wedding. I planned on making it up to her very soon. "Of course, naked and wedding nights go hand in hand I'm pretty sure."

"Anything else grinding around with the cogs, my beauty?"

"Oh nothing much besides remembering how my beautiful wife looked standing at the end of the aisle waiting for me to walk down to her," I paused, "and how I'm going to reward her for being so patient with me for the last two weeks."

She sucked in a quick breath and took faster steps.

When we reached the top of the stairs, she took us left, down a long hallway. At the end of that was a room. Our wedding night suite, I assumed.

"We have arrived, my lady." She muttered the rest. "Thank fucking hell."

I stifled another laugh.

Lisa carefully set me back onto my feet but she kept her body close, her hand brushing up and down my upper arm. Always touching me. She needed to do it, and for me, her constant contact was something that helped me to flourish. I'm sure it was one of the reasons we connected so explosively from the first. She did those things I needed in order to awaken the part of me that was so very broken down. But now? I didn't feel broken defined me anymore as a woman. And I had Lisa alone to thank for that.

"Yes, I see. It's very beautiful here." I skimmed the room, taking in what looked to be at least fifty white candles flickering in glass containers of all shapes and sizes, their warm glow reflecting over the walls and furniture, making everything look a little otherworldly. Or, as if we had just slipped back into a time and place that existed many long years ago. As I took in the surroundings, I felt like I could be walking into another century, especially wearing my long formal dress. "I still can't believe you bought this house, though," I said, glancing back. "I love it so much, Lisa."

I couldn't help wondering about the people who had lived here before us either, and what they might have done in this beautiful room, in times past. Had there been other wedding nights like the one Lisa and I were about to have?

I took in the size of the bed situated right in the middle, intimidating every other piece of furniture in the room. A massive carved four-poster with white linens and gauzy drapes shifting ever so gently in the summer breeze floating in from the open window. The oak glowed with the fine craftsmanship of artisans from a lost era.

"Believe it…and I love you so much."

Lisa's deep voice behind me broke the quiet stillness.

I stood still and waited.

My veil was lifted off my neck, and then the sweep of my hair was brushed aside. Then I felt her soft lips touch my nape firmly, as if to brand me. I felt her warm tongue roll over the spot in a swirl, rendering me breathless and shivering with wanting all in a second. Lisa barely had to touch me and still I was reduced to a wanton creature desperate for her touch. But she was well aware of that about me.

"You didn't have to buy it though," I whispered. "Just you, Lisa. You're all I really want or need."

She stilled and then spoke softly. "And that…is why you are the only girl for me." She kissed soft sweeps up the side of my neck. "You don't care about all the other trappings. You just see me, I knew that about you from the very beginning."

She turned me and held my face in her big hands, thumbs brushing back and forth, brown eyes searing me with intensity. "I need you like I need air to breathe. You are my air, Jennie."

And then her mouth engulfed mine, deep plunging swirls of her tongue took me over as she struck her claim. I felt my lower body pool with instant heat, desire and craving sparking to furious life. Lisa showed me how much she did indeed need me.

My hands dove into her hair and gripped it in handfuls, edging the passion up a notch. I heard myself moan as she swallowed me up with even deeper kisses that had me literally shaking with desire. I knew I had to slow things down before it became impossible to stop.

My hands left her hair and found their way to her chest where I barely managed, with Herculean effort, to press her back enough to break our kiss. It was not easy, neither physically nor emotionally. I wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in her all night long, but I also had a plan and I intended to see it through.

We both stood there panting, our faces so close, but yet, not touching; her in her tux with the purple brocade vest, me in my vintage-inspired lace wedding dress, the sexual tension crackling in the air between us like a raging electrical storm about to go nuclear.

I told Lisa what I wanted.

"I n-need to get ready for you… Please?" I managed on a shaky breath, hoping she understood this was something important to me.

She swallowed hard, making her Adam's apple flex at her throat. "All right," she said evenly, as if it were a calculated effort for her to respond to my request without showing me what she really thought of it. I had the feeling she didn't like being asked to wait some more, but she was agreeing for my sake, because she was sweet like that with me. "I'll do the same then, Mrs. Manoban."

"Thank you, Lisa. I'll make it worth your while." I stood on my tiptoes and planted a kiss on the side of her neck.

"Oh, I have no doubts about that." My lips felt the vibration of her growl as she spoke her thoughts. "Everything you do is worth my while, baby."

I released her and looked back to where the glow from the en-suite bathroom showed me the way. "Where will you go to get ready?" I felt more than a little guilty about kicking her out of the bedroom, even if for just a short while.

"The adjoining bedroom is also very nice." She gestured toward a door in the wall to the left of the bed. "These old manor houses always had lord and lady connecting bedrooms so they could meet up for the really important, private stuff that happened in the night." She drew a finger across the low neckline of my bodice, moving especially slow over the swell of my breasts sitting against the lace of my gown.

"Oh? The important private stuff, you say?"

"Undoubtedly, baby. The shagging…is…very…very…very…important." She gave me soft, seductive kisses between each of the words.

"Which room are we in right now? Lord's or lady's?" I asked breathlessly, feeling like all the air had suddenly been sucked out of the room.

She shrugged. "No idea. Don't care, either. I shag and sleep wherever my lady is, and I always will. Pick a room, Mrs. Manoban."

She picked up my hand and kissed the back of it in her gallant way, her eyes slipping up seductively to capture another slice of my heart. Who was I kidding? She already had the entire portion…and she always would.

I sighed with need and forced myself to take a step backward, creating some distance between our bodies. My arm stretched out as I slid back, my hand still clasped in her much bigger one. "Okay…how does this room in fifteen minutes sound?" I stepped backward again, moving closer toward the bathroom door, my eyes never leaving her browns as they tracked my movements.

Those same beautiful brown eyes also glittered with all the shuttered heat of a person who would be ravishing me very soon. She allowed my hand to be released from her grip; the heat of her skin noticeably absent the second contact was lost.

She gave me the serious Lisa-stare, the one I'd seen many times and was well familiar with by now—the one raw with prowess…and the overpowering sexual dominance that made me burn.

"Like fifteen minutes too fucking long, my beauty."

I had to suppress the slight moan that escaped my throat at the effect her words had on me. I was just a mortal woman after all. Lisa was the one who looked and acted like a Greek god to me.

She seared me with another look dripping with the promise of the molten sex to come, before turning away, walking through the door, and closing it with a soft click.

Once she was out, the room was instantly quiet and I felt more than a little bereft without her. I just stood there and absorbed the reality of where I was in the moment. I'm getting ready to make love with my wife. The idea jolted me out of my stupor and sprung me into action pretty fast.

I fled for the bathroom and worked myself out of my dress, which gratefully was not difficult at all with its easy access placement of a side zip. I hung it up carefully on the boudoir hanger which had been arranged, for what I assumed, especially that purpose. I would have to remember to do something nice for Hannah. She'd thought of everything.

I set my veil aside while I brushed my teeth and drank a glass of water. I stripped out of my lingerie, except for the stockings and garter belt in pale lavender silk, and looked at my side profile in the mirror. I had a bump. Not much of one yet, but it was definitely there. I gave our sweet little peach a caress and reached for my veil again. I reattached it and stepped back out into the bedroom. I climbed up onto the raised bed and sank down into the downy softness of the duvet on my knees. I was careful to arrange myself with my back facing the same door Lisa had used when she left the room. She would pass through it again when she returned, and I wanted her to have a first vision of me as I'd planned it out in my head. I was ready even though my heart was racing.

I closed my eyes.

And waited for Lisa to come to me.

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The sounds of the door opening and then closing told me when she was back in the room.

I sensed her staring and the idea gave me a thrill to know what she was seeing of me. I turned my head and found her with my eyes.

"I just want to look at you for a moment," she said, remaining still, a few feet away. I could tell she was affected—her hooded eyes and the set of her jaw—and that knowledge emboldened me.

"Only if I can do the same."

My Lisa had prepared for me as well. The beautiful tuxedo with the purple brocade vest had gone the same way of my wedding dress probably. In its place just one garment. Silky black pajama bottoms slung low at her waist. The contrast of the black fabric to her skin displayed her golden muscled chest and carved abdomen to perfection. And I got to drink her in. The muscular cuts which tapered into a spectacular V below her waist made my mouth water, forcing me to swallow. One of the most beautiful parts of my man. I needed my mouth there.

So gorgeously made in body, so full of power and strength…it almost hurt to look at her sometimes.

I lowered my eyes to the side.

"Turn all the way around."

The deep command of her voice heated me instantly, rendering me completely enslaved to her unrelenting dominance when it came to this part of us. Lisa's control of our sex. Her control over me.

It made me hotter than hell.

She stepped closer, her body radiating power and desire, as she waited for me to comply with her directive.

I rotated my body until I was facing her full on, my body completely bare except for my stockings and my wedding veil. I set my hands flat on the bed and made my arms straight, in effect thrusting my breasts up and out. They tingled under her intense perusal, my now ultra-sensitive nipples hardening from arousal almost to the point of pain. My gesture of offering myself to my wife as a bride on our wedding night had aroused me to an incredible level of anticipation.

"Just for you," I said softly, lifting my eyes to her.

I saw the muscles of her neck tense as she moved forward. "Baby…you are so sexy-beautiful right now. Don't move. Just stay as you are and let me touch you."

I knew how this game played out. The one where I was blissfully rewarded for following directions.

The edge of the mattress dipped as she joined me on the massive bed, kneeling right before me, so close I could feel the radiating heat her body was throwing off.

I remained still, but I tensed in anticipation of what she would do first.

She hung there before me, for a moment, just studying me, claiming my body with her eyes. Lisa liked a splash of voyeurism in our encounters. A little kinky at times, and a lot dominant, but I welcomed it from her.

Finally, after what felt like eons, she dropped her head to my sternum and inhaled deeply against my skin. Then I felt her tongue draw across the curve of one breast until she reached the tight bud of my nipple. She took the whole thing in her mouth and pulled it inside of her. I gasped in some air and steeled myself to remain still for her onslaught.

"Just feel, baby. Let me suck on your beautiful, perfect tits for a while. I've been starved for them."

She took her time getting her fill as she worked me up with need.

Swirling her tongue in relentless circles over the tender flesh, until she felt like giving me a rewarding jolt of sensation by clipping my nipple between her teeth for a gentle bite.

I shuddered against her mouth, desperately aching for more, but knowing I would have to wait until she gave it to me. Those were the rules. And I was always a good girl.

Despite that, I moaned, "Lisa…"

"What?" she asked, busily working one nipple with her mouth, and the other one with her hand and two fingers to deliver the delicious pinch that made me nearly incoherent. How Lisa had known just how sensitive my breasts were, I do not know, but she'd figured it out from the first time we were together, and she used that knowledge to her advantage with me every chance she got. Please and thank you, Ms. Manoban.

I moaned, throwing my head back, pushing my breasts out and harder against her.

"You want more than just my mouth on your beautiful fucking tits?"

"Yes."

"Thought so," she chuckled darkly. "My beauty, I've been dying for you for weeks," she purred, as she dragged her mouth up to my neck and nibbled, "and I have to warn you, that I'm probably going to be a beast the first time I fuck my beautiful wife with her perfect tits."

"Yes, Lisa…"

"You'd like that?" she asked teasingly, as her hand left my other breast and slid down my ribcage, over my belly, to right between my legs.

I flexed my hips forward to meet her hand, dying for some glorious pressure to relieve the ache blooming at my core. "Yes, I do. I love when you're a beast," I rasped.

She laughed wickedly, her finger sinking in between the lips of my sex to slide over my clit, causing me to jolt sharply. "Oh, God…I've missed touching you," she warned with an eyebrow up, gently scolding me for thrashing around when I was supposed to be controlling my movements.

"I need you, Lisa," I protested as way of an apology, panting against the rising vortex stirring to life within me, struggling to stay still as she'd demanded, even though she was working my clit into a bundle of pleasure about to explode.

"Oh, I need you too…so badly, and right now, I want to see my wife come for the first time. So many firsts…"

She stared me down and worked magic with her fingers as I slipped over the edge, tensing and arching in gulfing waves of pleasure owning me from the inside out.

"Ahhh…Lisaaaaaa," I shuddered as my body's responses took over, and I was helpless to do anything but accept.

Lisa swallowed my mouth in an engulfing kiss as I climaxed, almost bruising from the pressure, but yet, very deeply sensual and romantic as only she can express herself to me. It was the most glorious feeling to be held like that as I came.

As the wave of orgasm rolled over me, the aftershocks still sparking, she started talking. "I love you so much, and I'm going to give you everything I've got tonight, baby. Every part of you will be claimed and touched by me tonight. Every part. Taken. Everywhere your body can have me, I want to be there…filling you up." She looked into my eyes then, her own intensely penetrating, asking for my permission, making sure I was totally comfortable with what she was asking of me tonight. I was. Completely.

Moments like this made me love her so much, it was really too hard for me to process all of it. Even though Lisa was a demanding lover, she always put me first, with care and respect. And love. The domination in the bedroom was just sexual preference, with nothing to do with her and me as individuals. Lisa was no chauvinist in the way she conducted herself in our life together. She was just her.

All her, and all mine.

My lack of a response must have spurred her because she said more to me. "Because if I don't, Jennie, I'm not sure I can function another day and not be a madman." She nipped at my shoulder and neck. "I love you so much it burns me. Let me show you how much I do." She roamed her hands all over my body, my breasts, my stomach, over my garters and stockings. "So beautiful…waiting here for me like a goddess…"

I answered her on a shaky breath, "I—I w-want you to show me. T-take me how you want me."

She groaned her response at my answer, the rough rasp of her beard stubble at my neck again, teasing and sucking over the spot with her lips, making me shiver with need.

"Do you know why I have to?"

"Yeees I do…"

"Then tell me. Say the words I want to hear coming from your pretty lips."

"Because I'm yours, Lisa."

My declaration caused her to act immediately. I was pressed back into the soft bed with her looming over me, brown eyes searching mine, hooded with the dark desire of sexual power. And it was all for me. I could see the love in her eyes, too. Again, all for me.

"Yes, you are," she answered smugly, sitting back on her knees. "But I have to make sure you're ready for me first, baby. Open up and let me see that spectacular pussy I love so much. I've missed it."

My voyeur was back.

I reached back and pulled the combs of my veil out of my hair and lifted it to the side, before pushing it off the bed to land on the floor with a soft swish.

Lisa's eyes widened as she watched me, the front of her silk pajama bottoms tenting from her erect cock. I need that cock.

Slowly, I slid my legs apart, first one and then the other, keeping my feet flat on the coverlet with knees bent. The urge to squirm under her bold inspection had to be forcefully suppressed, but I managed it, understanding her fantasy to have me spread before her, ready to be taken, at her will and desire. The idea of it just served to make me even more of a wanton creature.

"So beautiful. So perfect. So…mine," she said, bringing her face closer to my sex.

The intense hunger, the anticipation that had brought me up to this point, now had me burning up with craving and lust. If she didn't help me soon, I might be dead in an hour from now.

"Oh, fuck, yes," she growled on a fast descent, plunging her tongue inside me sharply.

I shouted her name, unable to stifle my volume, terribly grateful we were alone in this house tonight, because I couldn't help what I said, or did, after Lisa put her mouth on me.

She devoured my sex, using her tongue to penetrate, and her fingers to build me up to the pinnacle of another explosive orgasm that would undoubtedly leave me screaming more than just her name in a minute.

To the point I was frightened of my ability to endure any more, Lisa consumed me, bringing me to the peak of climax again and again, just to draw back and make me wait. But she knew what she wanted, just as she was very skilled with what she was doing to me.

I felt her shift her body, and then the rustle of silk as she ditched her pajamas bottoms. I watched her position her heavy cock at my entrance and slide in just enough to lubricate the tip.

Lisa paused, her beautiful straining cock right at the edge of my gate, pulsing against me. I was delirious for it. For her. The pagan sex-god come to mate with me and take me to heaven. The sight of her, so erotically potent, nearly caused me to orgasm right then and there.

"Not yet, my beauty. You have to wait," she warned.

"I can't wait anymore." I thrust my hips up to take her into me.

She dragged her hands up and gripped the sides of my head, fisting my hair, binding me to her face to face, eyes on eyes, as was her requirement.

"You want my cock." Not a question. Just a simple truth.

"I want it." I begged.

"Then, my beauty shall have it," she grunted, as she buried herself to her balls and filled me up. Just like she'd promised.

We both shouted at the intensity of our joining, staring at one another for a second as she lay encased inside me, pulsing with heat. Our hearts melded together in that moment. I am as sure of it as my next breath.

She filled my mouth with her tongue as she started to thrust, both parts of her moving in tandem to take me. As our bodies connected in a frenzy of sex, and heat, and carnal lust, she told me all of the things I loved to hear from my man.

Lisa held me to her, hands cupping my face, and whispered words against my lips as she ravished me. How much she loved me, how beautiful I was, how much I pleased her when I gave myself up to her, how she intended to fuck me like this daily, how good my "cunt" felt squeezing around her cock…

All of the beautiful, dirty, things she'd said to me before, and would undoubtedly say to me again.

Lisa also kept the promise she'd made to me earlier, just as I knew she would.

My wife was a virile beast when she fucked her wife for the first time.