Echoes of lovely, impassioned sighs and wanton groans rang in Georg's ears, repeating like a favorite song. A tiny strip of dim light was beginning to form on the horizon outside. Their night was an amorous delight of exploration, lovemaking and hearts fully exposed to one another forever more. There was a mischievous glee in his tiredness, and he refused to give in to rest just yet. More precious than sleep was the sight of the woman who gave herself to him as friend, lover and wife. Divinity slumbering next to him. In less than a day's time he was struck by one glorious epiphany after another.

Maria was never a problem to be solved, her husband mused, but a treasure to be discovered.

Everything about her was inviting, he couldn't help but run backs of his fingers down her sleeping face. So young and elegant. In the dim vanilla light of early morning, he studied her every feature. He had done so more times than he could count, but it was now so very different. Maria was his own. Every freckle on her face, every curve of her body somehow seemed even more beautiful to him, they belonged to his wife. Georg took a silent inventory of his newfound discoveries. Maria loved to snuggle against him in her sleep, she sighed so prettily in her content slumber. His new wife was ticklish, absurdly fond of the thick hair on his chest, and determined to make him blush when purring words of desire to him. She was not shy or prudish. The depth of her love for him was astounding. She had cared and yearned for him more than he had imagined. Such sweet serendipity.

Smoothing his hand across her soft cheek, he began to trace his fingertips across her face, as if to assure himself she was real, and appreciate her beauty. Another new realization was made, the hands they'd caressed one another with were now adorned with new, elegant gold wedding bands. For a moment he looked at the metal around his finger, then to the matching one upon her delicate hand resting on her chest.

The vision of their hands clasped as the bishop instructed them to exchange rings flashed in his mind. Sweet Maria's doe eyes left his only for a moment as he'd slid the blessed jewelry onto her finger. Her own hands trembled slightly when she took his, and lifted the masculine band of gold towards his knuckle. How beautiful it was. A reminder that their life would be lived as one heart, one love as long as they remained.

The sublime recollection of that moment helped awaken him from his drowsy state. He pressed a firm kiss against her forehead. Waiting for his bride to wake felt a bit like it was Christmas morning, the bliss of anticipating the wonder and gifts to come.

Thick lashes fluttered open when his lips left her skin. A darling little smirk curved her lips. Her husband, who had ravished her body with pleasure, had been up appreciating her. With each moment alertness returned to her. How angelic she felt, being looked at as if she were a work of art. She could feel the warmth from his loving eyes causing her heart to thunder behind her ribs.

All Maria could do was place her hands at the sides of his face and pull him into her kiss, opening his lips with her tongue, dancing it with his. Parting for air, she spent a few quiet moments lost in his eyes, absolutely amazed at the truth that she was finally waking up next to this man, her first full day as someone's wife.

Georg was taken by her gaze of complete reverence, it overwhelmed his heart. She looked at him as her gift, her blessing. He could felt it, it was an absolute fact, something he wouldn't question. glazed over Sapphire eyes. No words needed to be spoken. Their morning was blistering with need. Maria moved on her side, flush to her husband's bare body. The only sound was of their quickened breath, and the melding of their lips.

Within seconds both busied their hands across one another's, skin. The young bride trailing her hand down to his torso, Georg responded by pulling her tight into his embrace, kissing her with wild abandon and releasing her bottom lip from a gentle pressure between his teeth. Any shadow of his once astringent self had been taken away by the light of their first morning together. He was a passionate, needy lover, and she was eager to accept all he would give. She blew out a pleased heavy breath when he positioned his fully aroused sex at her own. They needed only one thing more than life itself, each other's touch.

Georg lifted her leg over his hip and slid his arousal inside of her slickness. He thrust forward forcefully. She called out in joy. Gripping her to him, he performed intense quick thrusts, making love to her with both total commands and urgency. She held to him, trembling at the force of his love. This was a different pleasure than she had experienced their first time. These were not long, slow strokes as she had experienced at night, but ones that began over and over again while still deep inside her, hard and fast. It was shaking their bed, banging the elaborate headboard loudly against the wall with each thrust.

In his eyes she saw her own yearning mirrored. Georg's intense look seemed to claim her, she tried to grind herself against him. Georg groaned at her attempt to take over this wild bliss from him, but no, he needed their love to be filled with complete fiery satisfaction, he needed his wife to know that he would be in control, Georg knew what pleasure she craved, and he would provide it fully without her need to even ask. The eager groom held Maria steady, gripping his fingers into her bottom, not allowing her to move her herself into his strokes. He was taking full, strong ownership of this union. continuous quick, deep bucks caused his prominent erection be felt deep towards her back, in her belly. New, raw and wonderful. Maria could help but punctuate each thrust with a loud, animal-like groan. The satisfaction ripped it from her throat into the world around them, it could not be stopped. Georg's hips were now wet with her desire, meeting with her exactly where she craved, teasingly her tender pink pearl. Her womanhood was filled and stretched to its limit by his girth. Maria's body was quickly being washed away in glory, the tickle radiating from her center, up towards perfect breasts and tingling to the soles of her feet. She clenched the soft muscles inside her center to surround and massage him while he continued to thrust into her

The fire he wanted for them both was crackling through their bodies. She could hold back her release no more. As she tightened around him, climaxing with a cry that echoed off the walls, he felt liquid fire through his veins, he gave into his needs, spilling deeply into her, calling out to the heavens.

Both were panting madly, and exchanging soft kisses as the embers of their heated encounter began to cool.

Georg the crooned the only words that were needed.

"Good morning my love."

They laid tight together as if woven into one others souls, feeling as joyful the new dawn, beaming with warmth and promise.