The mirror in the hotel suite bathroom was large and elegant. She admired her form in the silk neglige, becoming a bit embarrassed when she realized how revealing it was. Alas she was now someone's wife, her body was his gift. She had seen Georg hold together an unspeakable fascination with her for weeks, his eyes taking on a dark hunger when she passed by, his lips straining more and more to keep their kisses chaste. Both of them well aware that their love was deep, and filled with a powerful, mutual desire. As the weeks past, each one was more acutely aware of the physical desires there were fighting against. Now such a union would be blessed, holy in fact. All that held Maria back, ever so slightly, was her fear of the unknown.

"You can do this." She whispered to her reflection. Their wedding night had arrived. She had longed desperately for him. Maria was certain she wanted to make love to him- no- she needed to make love to him. Her inexperience caused her to almost panic. Outside the door, in the hotel suite, waited her new husband. She had scarcely seen him in casual clothing, let alone bare. Indeed she had imagined him so in private, and while he poured his affection over her each day. Over the course of their engagement they'd come dangerously close to the edge of consummation. moments of passionate kisses and prolonged embraces were leading to more than they had anticipated. They made it to their wedding night by the skin of their teeth. At last, freedom to love one another without boundaries or scandal, forever more.

Maria glanced back at the bathroom mirror. She giggled a moment and wondered what he was doing outside, imagining him in a tie or other formal wear. After all, he was always buttoned up and proper. Oh how she would learn quickly the very raw and passionate side of him that has been hiding beneath that stoic mask. A side he would show only to her, from that night forward.

Still stalling for time, she checked her appearance again, hoping he'd find her alluring. He was an experienced man, a man who was used to very refined, and similarly experienced women. Maria had longed for his intimacy, and wanted for him to take as much pleasure as possible in her. Could she please him? She knew the mechanics, she knew what to do-sort of. But would it be enough?

"Don't lose your confidence now." She whispered to herself. She reached for the doorknob and stopped herself, placing her hands at her hips. "Wait I don't need these." she smiled. Maria wiggled her panties down to her ankles and then kicked them into the air. Watching such a delicate, private item fall down from that height gave her a momentary giggling distraction and girlish smile. It was what she needed to loosen up her knotted nerves and face the unknown at last.

She snuck out of the bathroom door quietly. Georg was waiting for her with a lopsided, boyish smile across his face. "

"No tie." she thought. He was simply in his bathrobe, standing at the edge of the bed. So handsome and radiating confidence. His gaze was filled with absolute love, focused only on his new bride. His presence alone sent tingles up her spine. Her husband.

When Maria entered his world mere months before, a beam of sunlight shone upon him. She awoke every darkened corner of his mind and heart. It was her alone who retuned warmth and joy to his world. How he loved her for it.

She noticed his attentions deepening, and suddenly felt too bare in her simple gown. She smiled shyly and instinctually crossed her arms over her chest.

"Oh no no, please, let me look at you my love." He begged in a low growl. His eyes became wider and ravenous. She saw his breath quicken.

"Come here Maria, God are you perfect." he moaned. She slowly walked towards him, keeping her eyes focused on his.

Georg wanted nothing more than to tear the delicate gown from her body and ravish her right there where she stood. He took a deep breath and slowed his thoughts. He reminded himself that this was her first time, their first time. He was being given the precious gift of her virtue. She deserved every bit of patience and love he had within him, and he vowed she would receive it.

Finally able to touch and explore this woman without limits, it was simply heavenly. The new groom ran his thumbs over her the thin straps of her gown, wanting to feel as much of his wife as possible at once, he fanned his fingers, running them ever so gently across her shoulders, then down her back. Skin soft as silk was cherished and stroked beneath his warm palms.

It simply was not enough for either of them. Georg craved her in with every sense his body. He could not help but begin to peck gentle kisses upon his bride, and taste her smooth skin.

"Look how beautiful you are." he whispered, placing soft kisses across her neck. The scent of her skin gave him a high from which he never wanted to descend. He stroked his hands back upward and carefully slid each strap down the sides of her shoulders, looking into her eyes for a signal to proceed, Maria gave a shy nod. He then tugged the garment to slowly expose her breasts, her stomach, and finally letting the neglige fall to the floor in a pool of creamy silk at her feet, Maria was fully exposed, for the first time, in front of the man she would share her life with. It was exhilarating, frightening and yet somehow so very natural. Still, she swallowed hard, and let out a slow breath.

"Don't be frightened darling." He cooed. "You're absolutely beautiful. Made for me. God I can't believe this, my perfect bride." he hissed as he stroked his hands down her breasts, thumbing each erect nipple, swirling his fingers around the velvety ripples of her areolas, and then around towards her back. Her awakening continued, relaxing into his touch and breathing a soft, erotic sigh. With each movement he made, she became more intrigued, enjoying the feel of his hands and the heat of his body against hers. He kissed every inch of her torso with care. Maria ached for him. She reached forward and untied the knot in the belt of his robe. He gave out a low groan as she pushed back the robe, he shook it off his arms and allowed it to fall to the floor.

There he stood, her husband. Vulnerable, fully exposed. She took a moment to look at him. He was divine, his handsome face radiated love. His body was beautiful to her. She looked down further to see his arousal and quietly gasped, looking off to the side.

"No, no. You don't have to look away." He laughed, "I am yours. We belong to one another. There are no secrets or barriers any more. My body belongs to you. As yours does to me."

He gave her a few gentle reassuring kisses that burned like fire into her heart. She smoothed her hands across his chest, studying it. Running her fingers through his dark coarse hair, then down towards his stomach. Her soft, careful touch made him shudder with delight. She was so patient, so inquisitive and filled with love. Slowly she kissed at his chest.

"You are magnificent." she admitted in a low sultry voice that surprised them both. Though still nervous, she was slowly finding her comfort with him. Maria saw every inch of her new husband for the first time, and could not look away again. Her desire for him was clear. He couldn't help but smile at the intensity in her eyes. Georg felt a sense of pride in the fact that this beautiful young woman was so infatuated by his physique.

Feeling a little bolder, Maria ran her hands down the side of his hips, he groaned at the sensation. She stopped her hands before she got to his most intimate area, looking up at Georg with innocent eyes, seeking permission.

"Maria, you're my wife. There is no shame in our love." He placed his hands over hers and guided them to his prominent arousal. She grasped it in her hands, her first touch of a man's intimacy, she wanted to relish the moment and began feeling the sides, the top, every part of it- tracing each vein with her fingers. Stroking him slowly. He tilted his head back, coveting more her touch, and hissed through his teeth. Oh how he'd wanted to feel this for so long. As his new wife became lovingly familiar with him, he ran his hands down her back, eliciting a delighted groan from her.

As her delicate ministrations continued upon his arousal, he felt himself becoming dangerously close to his edge. She was tantalizing and torturing him without realizing it. He leaned forward and claimed her lips. Parting them with his tongue, he danced it with hers in a deeply passionate kiss.

Georg wanted to save his release for when they were joined. "Come with me." He commanded, gently picking her up and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down on the soft sheets and admired the sight of his new wife's bare body, could this woman be his own? Truly? He wondered what he had done to deserve such perfection. Climbing into bed, he tasted lips her once more.

For a few moments Georg lay next to her. Kissing and nipping at her skin delicately, running his hands across her body, learning every curve of his lover. He would pause to whisper words of love as he traced his fingertips along her chin, to her neck, around each breast and down the flat of her stomach towards her hips. She tensed up as he lowered his hand to the golden halo of curls between her legs.

Sensing her momentary anxiety, her husband soothed her. "Maria let me love you. All I want is for you to feel this moment. Let yourself go, trust me."

His love his voice melted through her apprehension, and she opened wider to him, now letting her desire take over her fear. Maria stroked his hair as he poured his love upon her, watching his movements until pleasure ripped all other senses from her.

Georg parted her slick center delicately with two steady fingers. He then swirled his finger gently around her slick sensitive bud. His own arousal almost painful. The look of absolute ecstasy on her beautiful face was driving him mad.

"Please I can't take it." she moaned. Maria arched her back and ran her hands down his arm, trying to increase this new sensation.

Georg drew his head towards her neck again, feathering it with soft kisses. "Shhhh, slowly now, enjoy everything you feel." He whispered.

She writhed beneath his touch, rocking her hips into the movements of his fingers. They dipped into her warmth and out above her center again, returning to stroke and tickle her most sensitive bud.

His lips made their way back towards her breasts, gently caressing each one with his free hand, and swiping his tongue across a taut nipple. Then to the pink peak of the next. The nights he spent dreaming about this moment had finally become a reality.

Maria was nearly panting, groaning with every smooth motion of his of his hand and flick of the tongue. "I need you inside of me." She begged. She now was being delightfully tortured by pleasure as well.

Slowing the movements of his fingers, he slid his hand from her womanhood, delicately swiping it up her stomach, and finally resting his hand next to her hair.

With a quick motion, he moved himself to straddle her body. The weight of his torso against her, the scent of his skin, it was a moment she wanted to live in forever. He lowered his hips, allowing his rock hard arousal to press into, and then rub against her glistening center, back and forth ever so slightly. She shivered at the feel of his manhood against her wetness. It was as close as they had ever been, if this simple act was ecstasy, what could powerful pleasures would their union bring? The thought made her pulse quicken and brought a deep groan into the room around them. She was ready.

"What we do is out of love." Georg said sweetly, trying to remain in control of his senses. "If you're uncomfortable darling, you tell me and we will stop."

His eyes were filled with truth, knowing she was safe with him comforted her.

"I trust you. Please I must have you!" She whined softly.

"As you wish, my wife." He growled.

Leaning back he guided the tip of his thick arousal into her entrance. With slow, gentle strokes he moved deeper into her tight center. The warmth and softness of her body caused him to almost lose control. Gritting his teeth, he willed himself to continue as carefully as possible, not yet entering his new wife fully.

She moaned her approval at the feel of him inside of her as he moved his hips in quick, small, gentle bucks.

"Look at me, Maria." He whispered. "Open your beautiful eyes and look at me."

She did as commanded, almost staring into his soul as his passion filled gaze held her spellbound.

"Maria, I love you."

With that declaration, Georg thrust himself as deeply as he could within her softness, she cried out in shock and pleasure. The feeling was overwhelming for both. He kissed her face and neck, holding still to allow her to adjust to the feel of him, and he to revel in the feel of his wife's intimacy for the first time. His girth stretched her so divinely, she felt him deep within her body. His manhood throbbing gently. With steady movements he began to buck his hips once more. He let out a primal moan, her soft wetness felt so magnificent around him. At last they were one. All they'd desired was now a blessed act, unparalleled pleasure, created as God's gift to give one another endlessly.

Every ounce of tension seemed to leave her body as he placed loving kisses on her face, she was feeling him drive deeper within her body, his kisses now mixed with flicks of his tongue on her skin. She was more confident and comfortable, now moving her own hips in rhythm with her husband, angling herself to take him in farther and increase the friction. Running her hands up and down his back, arching her spine to welcome his lips and tongue down against her naked torso.

Through his own pleasure he watched her body react, she was elegant. Her movements, her scent, the way she fit together with him perfectly, it was surreal yet perfect. Her delightful mewls and gasps filled his heart. Everything she did drove him more wild with desire.

"Oh Christ Maria you're an absolute dream!" He thundered. The roll of his hips became gradually harder and faster, powerful but loving. He wanted her for so long, and now she was his, forever his. Maria gripped onto his shoulder blades, digging her nails into him as her body began to feel pure electricity. He was her anchor in uncharted waters of ecstasy. Maria was reaching her limit and needed him closer, harder, deeper. Georg could hold back no more, his lovemaking was now ragged, rough and urgent, he hissed out such beautifully naughty thoughts into her ear, mixed with loving declarations. Her husband's movements and voice brought her every sense to its height. A sweet tightness began in her womanhood, a tremble that took over her whole body, finally bringing her to a beautiful release. As she tumbled over the edge of her pleasure, her husband felt his limit reaching, the energy began in his sex, spreading through his body and soul, then following with her into erotic bliss. Georg thrust his hips deep within her one final time and spilled into her, both of them now panting and calling out in ecstasy. Maria felt his climax pulse within her body. It was glorious.

They were now wrapped together, bodies flush, slick with perspiration, limbs tangled in beautiful, sensual ways. Loving chaos.

The lovers held tight to one another, descending from their heights. He remained joined with her as long as his body would allow, their foreheads pressed together, never wanting to part.

"Oh, I love you." Georg groaned between soft kisses. Indeed this was the greatest thing a man and woman could share. Such sensations could only come from heaven above.

Maria looked up at her husband and drew him into her own loving kiss.

"Is this how it always is?" She sighed.

"Well, that depends. How was it?" He asked with a devilish grin.

"Beautiful." She responded, love thick in her voice.

"Then I can guarantee you it will only be better each time."

"Oh I had no idea it would be this wonderful." She swooned, giving him a peck on the lips.

"Get used to it, we have the rest of time to make love, quite often if I may add." He smirked.

"Was I ok? I didn't want to hurt you. I hope I pleased you some."

Her new groom let out a loud laugh. "Oh my sweet angel, you pleased me greatly, in more ways than you could know. I fear we may never leave this bed. Now the question is, how did you like it?"

"Well, never believed it was possible to love you any more than I already do." She admitted, feeling her heart swell with admiration. "Now I know it's possible. It happened. I was one person with you. I've never felt so complete or alive."

She stroked her fingers through his tussled hair, leaning up to touch her lips to his.

Georg's heart swelled at her words. She loved him, he could see in her eyes the lengths to with she would go for him. He swore he could see the future in that azure blue, uncertain as it was, and felt at peace. He saw a growing family, firm resolve, bonds tightly woven, years of change that would be faced together.

It was enough to glaze his eyes over with grateful tears.

"My wife." He sighed into the night. "I will never get tired of saying those words...My wife. How I love you. I don't know how I lived before you entered my world. I thank Christ I'll never have to know again." He said with one more squeeze.

Using the strength he had left, he moved to her side and adjusted himself to lay his wife's head against his chest. Draping her arm around him, she found contentment in the sound of his heart, the softness of dark hair on his chest, the deep vibrations of his voice. All he could do was hold his beloved close.

Maria snuggled into his strong embrace. Never in her life did she believe she would be the settling into arms of her husband. A married woman. She had just made love to the man who would love, honor and cherish her. So far her has done so in more ways that she could conceive of.

Georg himself was in a state of bliss. He had loved this woman since she entered his home. The light retuned to his world. He couldn't understand how such a pure soul came to love him, despite his every attempt to protect his heart, he concluded it must be the work of God, a miracle and mercy from the almighty. Remembering how there was a brief moment when his pride nearly caused him to lose her, he said a silent prayer and squeezed her tighter against his skin. Pressing his lips against her brow, he whispered. "Thank you my love".

"For what?" She replied dreamily

"For always loving me." He rumbled.

"Oh I couldn't help that, I knew I was home. It just took me a while to find the key to your heart." She replied, drawing lazy circles on his chest with her fingers.

"In truth you opened my heart long before I could admit it. You were the key. I wasn't easy to deal with." Georg reflected sadly.

"But you were easy to love!" Maria's sweet voice responded, cutting through his regret and turning it to pure joy. "I knew you were the only man I ever could love. It's was clear to me that you're a wonderful man, someone I would happily journey through life with."

He kissed her swollen lips, his heart fluttering at the sweet and truthful words pouring from her.

"I promise you I will lavish you in love until the day I leave this earth. Such a pure spirit gifted to me."

"Well I'm not so pure any more." she winked

"Ah but you are. You are mine and mine alone. Between a married couple what we've done is a gift. One I intend to give you as often as possible." He said, placing tender kisses around her jaw.

Her husband was right. As it was ordained to be, she would draw her life from him, and give it back again. Sweet perfection.

The night was still young, yet time seemed to stop and suspend in bliss for these two souls. The book of their new life had begun, a story that would one day become thick with adventure, bear cracks in the binding, and many years would yellow and weather the pages.

After all, they knew full well from the moment they'd met, their story would be that of love.