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8. THE FIRST NIGHT
There in the water we stood together as one, the cool waves rushing in towards us. An involuntary shiver rocketed up and down my spine at the sensation mixed with the tingle of Edythe's lips on mine, familiar yet foreign to me all at once on this night as she stood beside me my wife. 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 kisses deepened and deepened as I drank more of her in, my heartrate spiking with the strange, electric intensity of longing. Suddenly, I couldn't think. Only this incessant, screaming need; the desire to make her mine in every sense of the word coursed through me, pumping me up with a different kind of adrenaline like cliff-diving off the face of the earth into the deep, dark oblivion of the sea below. Anticipation, and desire, drumming steadily through my veins like live wires. I picked her up, bracing her body against mine and then 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. Every inch of her I wanted to claim, and I covered her in kisses from the top of her head; the bronze-red of her hair fanned out over the pillow like wisps of fire, to her cheeks and to her lips and to her neck one right after the other, leaving no part of her glorious being untouched. Then 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 drifted in towards it. She made this strange, beautiful sound; a sound I never, ever heard her make before as I ran my fingers over it and 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 and climbed on top of her again, arching my back and becoming pliable in her hands as she caught me in an embrace.
There was a heat in between my own legs; this strange throbbing, burning sensation I've only ever felt once or twice before in a dream. A deep, true, ringing need. I took in every inch and every crevice of her beautiful features, from the perfection that was her beautiful golden eyes, so easy to get lost in, to the tip of her curved, pointed nose and the satin of her full pink lips as I ran my fingers over it and I swear her soft, supple cheeks looked as if they'd flushed the lightest shade of crimson even when I knew that was impossible for an angel like her. She dimpled up, 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 the thick fan of her eyelashes and put her hands on my cheeks like she was wanting to look at me better and I swallowed hard, my mouth going dry when I felt myself heating up again, that inexplicable, incomparable sensation concentrating all at once in the very core of my body as it radiated out of me from there. She pulled me closer to her. My trembling lips met hers again and again, over and over with that same blaring need – a deep, desperate need; a longing, a passionate yearning – and I pressed my forehead to hers, possessing her who was most precious to me in the embrace of my arms.
Her breath trembled out of her, the stone of her body suddenly tensing below me as her shaking fingers hovered over the side of my neck unwilling to give in to me - or was it herself? I stopped; looked into her eyes. There was guilt, and sadness, etched deep inside those glorious amber orbs but that strange, foreign flame; the one I felt just the same as her, burned in there too like a crimson spark in the dark. It made me hungry, and greedy, and desperate for her; made my blood leap through my veins. Slowly, slowly, I brushed my lips against the satin of her throat, my kisses trailing up from there, over her chin, her cheeks, the corners of her eyes.
"Beau," she breathed, pulling away.
"Hey, hey, hey. Look at me, Edythe." I brought her right back to me. "I love you. So much. You-" I kissed her forehead; pulled her close, "are everything to me. And me and you; here like this - it's right. We're right." I whispered, hoping with everything in me she could feel the truth echoing in my words. For so long I struggled to believe that; struggled with the fact that she had chosen me beyond all my wildest dreams and how there was no way someone like me could ever deserve the goddess that she was but with her here beside me, right here, right now, her love had given me all the clarity in the world. And all I wanted was to pay her back in kind. Love her with everything in me, unapologetically, with all my heart. Body, mind, and soul - it was hers.
"And I love you, Beau. So much." It sounded like she was crying, and she kissed me long and hard with all the love, the trepidation, and electric elation in the world. Closing my eyes, I felt her lips move faster over mine, consuming them entirely with hers now and her breaths stretched out, leapt from the back of her throat in quivers but then just as quick she pulled back as a human would from an open flame. But when she reclaimed her courage, her control, her hands came in and stroked my face; made the decision to let me in. She caught my lips in hers, and it fanned the flames rising up inside me to fever pitch. Before I knew it she was touching me again, her caresses as gentle, as careful as a breeze but I wanted a hurricane. I wanted more. And, if the fire in her eyes were any indication, I knew for certain that I wasn't alone in this.
"Let me show you." I took her hand; guided it over me. I led her down my arms, my chest, my shoulders. Let her hands drift over my torso, down to the very part of me that wanted most to be one with her and back up again, to my hips and over my stomach, the shadow of my neck and the back of my ears. It was all hers. Then I went in slow, brushing my lips against hers once, twice, again and again and she remunerated me in full for my efforts, her breaths shuddering out of her as my hands moved all over the velvet of her skin. She pulled me closer to her, and now it was her turn to feel me, and to know me, as only she can and ever will. She kissed me with restraint, holding so much of herself back that it made me ache. Then she turned away again; moved out of my yearning reach. So afraid to break me, so afraid to get lost in our embraces that she left me bereft, reaching and reaching for the shadow of her sun and leaving me reeling in the night.
"Don't be afraid." I murmured, taking my wife's hand. I put it on my chest so she could feel my heart; how it beat only for her. "We belong together." Finding the smallest part of her waist I pulled her in close and wandered slow over the beautiful swell of her hips; her thighs which flowered out like a white rose and trailed a path up and down their length and over the skin of her stomach, her chest, the space between both that softened into her breasts. Then I swirled back around, down the front of her entire body until my outstretched fingers found that cool, wet crevice like a sea cave between her legs and I touched her there, touched her deep inside with fingers so eager, so clumsy, reaching and reaching for the peak of an undiscovered mountain and I didn't know how far I was supposed to go. Maybe I figured it out, because the next instant she writhed then gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she made another gorgeous sound, intrepid and timorous all at once, and twirled around, throwing her arms around my neck as she melted into my embrace. Curling her fingers in against my back, she brought my face into the shadow of her soft neck. My shoulder blades trilled and my neck cracked as I desperately sought her out, diving deeper into every little shadow on that beautiful swan neck of hers; those secret, hidden places as I replaced it all with light.
I felt something steadily building up and up in the pit of my stomach. It went on, aching, and then 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 between two breaths. Her hands tightened around my arms and squeezed them so hard it hurt. But I couldn't feel it just then.
"Yes." she nodded, holding me tight. The lightest flush of red bloomed across every part of my body touched by her. She stilled under me; held her breath. Afraid again, maybe, holding herself back. But all I wanted was to show her that there was nothing to fear. 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, my eyes flying open in concern.
"Yes." Edythe whispered, breathless. "Please, I want you… to do it again." I swallowed, hard. And then it was my turn to be afraid now. Was I going about this all wrong? It was all so new to me, and I didn't know what I was doing. Take it easy, I rationalized in my head. Go slow. We're in this together. I 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, slowly, 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. "Wait, Beau." I halted immediately. But before I could plan; before I could even think to do anything else, she grabbed that part of me, firmer now in her cool, soft hand, and helped me out in a way that made my jaw fall open and quiver, my voice coming out in these strange bursts without my meaning for it to. She inserted the tip of my penis just barely inside her then like your last quarter into an arcade game slot, holding me there and I waited, bursting, aching for some flicker of permission from my wife to finish the rest of the journey on her terms. I watched her; took in her beautiful face but it only made that aching move further down into my body, settling into the coiled pit of my stomach. "Please." The word came out of her more breath than voice and I swallowed hard, nodding once as I pushed myself deeper into her from there.
And then there was another rush and a gush of something, like water crashing on a shore. It sort of 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 a pained, shivered whisper. I stopped again.
"I'm so sorry! Did that hurt?" My voice rose in concern. Why was I so terrible at this?
She nodded this time. "Yes, it did – but it wasn't a bad kind of hurt. It was a good kind." She pressed a hand to my cheek and shook her head. "I'm more worried about hurting you. Every second, every moment that you make me feel this way-" She pulled away again but I stopped her, bringing her right back to me.
"I'm fine, Edythe. Trust me." I squeezed her hand, my voice coming out in a low breath.
She blinked, hesitating. And then she pulled me right back to her, catching my lips in another deep kiss. When she did that, I almost forgot my own fear, and I felt dizzy again. Moving down, I pressed my lips to the beautiful contour of her wintry breasts and stroked them with my hands, laying tender kisses all over them from left to right. Then her lips found mine again, and it reignited that flame in me; made it grow hotter now, brighter.
A gasp. A kiss. From me to her and back again, calling and answering.
And then so easily, I was lost in her once more.
She rocked below me now, raising her hips just a little bit to reach my incoming thrusts over and over again, gently, softly, gradually increasing in speed - and strength - on both sides as we became one time and time again. I pushed a little deeper; a little harder into her. I couldn't get any words out right, and my lips quivered as the breaths came out low between them, ragged around the edges in a strange, pleasant way as I gave in to her and there was nothing I could do about it. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew the stakes might've been high on my end of things - she'd been telling me as such for so long; Life and Death balanced so precariously on the edge of a sword - but I couldn't feel it then. Because all I wanted, all I needed in that moment - in every moment - was Edythe. I love her. I love her with everything in me. For that, I trusted her so implicitly with me; put my life in her hands and it was the easiest thing to do. And I just knew that neither she nor I had anything to fear. Because we made each other whole. Complete. All of me felt lighter and lighter, and then I was drifting. Wrapping her arms round my waist, my wife 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. Maybe I was getting the hang of it.
Below me, she writhed once. Her face changed in rapid succession, her sighs coming out in breathless whispers. Her eyelids fluttered like she was dreaming and I felt her fingernails scratch up and down the length of my back as she pressed my head to the shadow of her neck; felt her fingers tangling in the short brown of my hair as she arched her back; her head levitating off the pillows now because my lips weren't getting to hers fast enough. "Beau," she whimpered out, pulling me closer to her and then I was burning again from the inside out at the sound. 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 beautiful hands ran up and down my torso, slowly at first but grew faster and faster as she got more comfortable with it. Her wedding ring glinted in the light of the full moon and it hit me right over the head that I was making love to 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 that strange burning inside of me, like fire and ice. As if sensing this, she began a soft, slow rotation of her hips on top of me, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly above me which was a miraculous sight to behold. And then it felt like I was glowing; burning with her entire being, my heat, my warmth, rising into her, infiltrating her body and connecting us like a lifeline. If a soul could sing, I thought this is what it would sound like. Then she lowered herself onto me one last time and there was 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 and laid 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 with my wife in my arms.