Well, the wedding night is already here. This was my first experience writing something like this. I hope it didn't turn out so badly. I always wanted Rhett to be her first man and in this story I was able to fulfill my fantasy. Enjoy.
Rating M for this chapter. If you don't like reading something like this, you'd better skip this chapter.
June 1866
Scarlett stood in the deserted hall. All the guests had left, and only she and Rhett were left. It had been a long and eventful day, and Scarlett felt tired. She felt tired until this moment. Now she was trembling with the realization that they were alone, and soon they would have to go up to their room for their wedding night.
Since Rhett had returned from his trip and they had started preparing for the wedding, she had replayed this moment in her head many times. She craved Rhett's caresses, she loved their kisses, which drove her to exhaustion, and she could only imagine what he could do to her body.
And now that their wedding night was almost minutes away, she was nervous, very nervous. Rhett never hid his ardor, he was passionate, and his kisses and touches spoke about it. And more than once he made it clear to her that he couldn't wait for the day, or rather the night when he could get her.
Scarlett feared that, after tonight, his desire for her would fade. She worried that, after getting her body, he'd lose interest and return to that vile woman. Thinking about it made her angry, she didn't understand why, but Belle Watling always made her hate. And the thought that Rhett, becoming her husband, could return to this whore's bed hurt and angered her. She was so inexperienced, she didn't know about marital relations at all. But she had no doubt that Rhett knew a lot about it.
And this man was standing in front of her, looking at her with lust and smiling. He hugged her, pulling her to him.
"May I say again how gorgeous you look, Mrs. Butler?"
"Oh Rhett, this is the tenth time today." She batted her eyelashes. Maybe she wanted to sound outraged. But she was pleased to hear his compliments. "But I like it when you call me Mrs. Butler."
He laughed, leaving a light kiss on her lips.
"I think it's time for us to go up to the room, darling." His voice dropped to a whisper. Her breath caught in her throat, and she could only nod. He seemed to notice her discomfort. "What's wrong, Scarlett?"
Oh, she wasn't going to share her thoughts with him, she'd rather die than tell Rhett.
"It's okay. This evening has tired me out." She shook her head and looked away.
"Well, it's almost finished and we can finally be alone." She involuntarily shuddered, attracting his attention. "Ah, so that's the thing, you're nervous about the upcoming night."
She wanted to sink through the ground. Why was he so perceptive? He always seemed to know what she was thinking.
She looked at him, and he was smiling at her tenderly.
"It's not like that," she said stubbornly. "It's just..." she let out an exasperated sigh.
"You're not going to leave your new husband and run away? I'm not that young anymore, and I'm afraid my heart won't be able to bear it." A laugh escaped her.
"Stop talking nonsense, Rhett." She slapped him lightly on the chest.
"Are you calling the first or second part of my statement nonsense?" he asked, hugging her to him.
Scarlett had to pretend that she was thinking about his words.
"Hmm... I think after all the first part, you are not young anymore and you should be careful because of the shocks that may be waiting for you," he laughed loudly.
"Oh, Scarlett, I'm glad you're not thinking of running away from me." He left a gentle kiss on her lips. "You don't have to worry too much, darling, trust me. Everything will be better than you think, you don't have to be afraid. Drive away all unnecessary thoughts. Forget what you've been told, or what you think you know. It's you and me tonight."
She could only nod, trying to believe what he said.
Rhett took her arm and led her up the stairs, their honeymoon suite was at the top. And the higher they went, the more nervous she became. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice when they came to the door of their room. Rhett opened the doors for her and then picked her up in his arms, carrying her over the threshold. Scarlett couldn't help but laugh.
"It's a tradition," he said, carefully placing it in the middle of the living room. Scarlett looked around the room while Rhett closed the door. It was great. Gilding, expensive fabrics, a huge fireplace, a sofa, and several armchairs. Also, a small dining table. There was a door at the other end of the room, and she guessed there was a bedroom there.
Scarlett stood with her back to Rhett and felt him put his arm around her shoulders.
"Would you like some champagne, dear?" she flinched and refused. She had drunk enough at the wedding and didn't want to get drunk at all now, and she had doubts that it would help her somehow.
She turned to face him and saw his burning gaze. His eyes studied her hungrily, and she shivered again, feeling the warmth spread through her body.
"I'd like to let my hair down, if you don't mind, this hairstyle is driving me crazy." She smiled and he smiled back.
"Of course, Scarlett, I can help if you want," but she shook her head. She needed a few minutes alone, she needed to collect her thoughts before... before she lost control of everything that was going to happen in their bedroom tonight.
She slowly turned around and moved in the direction where she assumed the bedroom was. Scarlett opened the door and stopped for a second, her breath caught in her throat. There was a huge four-poster bed in the middle of the room, covered with a blue satin coverlet. All the free surfaces were filled with candelabra and vases of flowers. The scents enveloped her, and she slowly made her way to the dressing table that stood by the window.
Scarlett took off her veil, leaving it on the table, and began to pull out the hairpins, loosening the strands. Her mind was racing. She thought about persuading Rhett to sleep on the couch. But she inwardly laughed at the idea. He was not the man to do that. She saw his eyes, he wanted her and was going to get her tonight.
She was a girl on a plantation. She had seen animals do it and had a rough idea of what he wanted to do to her. It scared her. She closed her eyes and tried to calm down, it couldn't be that bad. Rhett knew how to treat women, he had bragged about it many times and promised her fun and pleasure. Scarlett thought about it. Is it possible to enjoy a marital relationship?
Melanie came to her last night. She tried, blushingly, to explain that Scarlett should be prepared for what Captain Butler would want from her. She should tolerate it and not contradict her husband. It sounded terrible. Then, Scarlett imagined that Melanie might have acted this way with Ashley. But it was Rhett. He didn't look like Ashley at all. And she shouldn't forget that Rhett had years of experience with that terrible Watling woman. God knows what he learned there and what he might want from her. For a second, the thought made her feel sick, and she swallowed hard. She wanted to hope that he wouldn't be so terrible as to demand something inappropriate from her.
Scarlett opened her eyes when she heard the door open and saw Rhett enter the room in the mirror. She caught his gaze in the reflection and smiled. He was so handsome today. Oh, he always looked good, but today he seemed to be going with extra care.
Didn't she want this man? She remembered the recent hot scene in her bedroom. His kisses and touches had sparked a wild desire in her. Then she was ready to give herself to him in that room, what had changed? This was the same Rhett, now her Rhett. He ignited unknown feelings, desires, and fantasies in her.
She remembered his calloused hands sliding down her thighs, squeezing and stroking. His lips, which left wet marks on the top of her breasts, made her body vibrate with an overabundance of emotions… She wanted to feel it again, and now she could have it rightfully, he was her husband, and they could finish what they started that night.
She heard her name, which he said in a hoarse whisper.
"Scarlett..." it brought her out of her trance, she saw the desire and need reflected on his face. And then she looked at her reflection and realized that her face had the same expression that was on Rhett's face.
She didn't want to wait any longer. Scarlett stood up and walked over to him and found herself in his arms. He captured her in a passionate kiss, eagerly opening her lips and exploring her mouth with his tongue. If she thought that the kiss in the library had knocked her out and made her forget everything, she was wrong. It was a million times more intense now. There was hunger in that kiss as if it was the last day of his life. He was trying to take everything he could from her.
Scarlett pulled away, breathing heavily. Her legs buckled. If not for Rhett's embrace, she would have fallen to the floor. But he didn't let her do anything, his lips moved to her neck, nibbling and licking, going down to the neckline of her dress. He lightly bit the top of her breast, which was visible in the neckline of her dress, and she moaned.
Her body was on fire, and she was desperately clutching Rhett's shoulders, trying to stay on her feet. She didn't know where these feelings came from. But she needed to feel him, his hands on her body. She wanted his lips to go lower, but the dress prevented it.
"Rhett, please…Take it off..." he pulled away from her chest, turning her back. It gave her time to calm down a bit. His hands began to slowly undo the buttons, one by one, stroking her skin with his fingertips. She felt the dress slide to the floor with a loud rustle, followed by a petticoat and a crinoline. Rhett left a gentle kiss on her shoulder and began to unlace her corset, which in a moment ended up on the floor. He walked around her and helped her out of the pile of cloth on the floor. Then, he knelt and helped her take off her shoes.
His hands slid under her chemise. They moved slowly along her thighs. Then, they pulled down her knickers and both stockings. He got up, and she remained standing in her chemise.
Rhett reached for his jacket to take it off, but Scarlett stopped him by grabbing the lapels and pulling it off his shoulders. She looked up at him and saw a look of surprise cross his face.
"May I?.. She said shyly.
Her heart was pounding. It was the first time she had touched him like that. She and Rhett had shared an intimate moment before, but this was different. Now she was going to see him naked and touch him for the first time.
"Of course," she heard a hoarse whisper.
Rhett lowered his arms and watched her in silence. It seemed to her that he stopped breathing when she put her hands on the buttons of his vest. Scarlett slowly began to undo it, the first button, the second... it seemed she was counting them in her head. On the third, she noticed how her hands were shaking and she stopped, looking up at Rhett. All this time, she did not dare to look at him, focusing her attention on the vest. But now she could see the impatience on his face. It was as if he was ready to bolt and throw her on the bed right now.
But he didn't do anything, just stood there and waited patiently. He smiled at her, and a nervous laugh escaped her. Rhett put his hands on her waist, squeezing gently. His thumbs gently stroked her skin through the fabric of her chemise, trying to calm her down.
Scarlett closed her eyes and exhaled, going back to her work. She straightened the remaining buttons and pushed the vest off his shoulders. Slowly, she reached for his tie and pulled out a pearl pin, placing it on the table and pulling the silk knot, which easily gave in to her, and the soft, cool fabric slid between her fingers.
Rhett took his hands off her waist and held them up for Scarlett to unbutton the buttons on his wrists. And then she moved on to the buttons on his chest. She unbuttoned one by one, exposing more and more of his tanned skin and feeling how heavy his breathing was getting. She reached the last one and pulled at the edges of the shirt to pull it out of her trousers. The edges opened, and she could see his chest, muscular and covered with thick black hair. Scarlett noticed a long scar that crossed his stomach and was hidden under the fabric of his trousers. She suddenly wanted to touch him and carefully ran her fingertips along the contour of the scar, hearing a sharp intake of breath.
She looked up and saw Rhett standing with his eyes closed, the muscles of his face tense. She put her right hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating fast under her palm, and ran it down to the hem of his trousers, watching the muscles contract under her touch.
"Scarlett..." she heard Rhett whisper her name, his eyes opened, and she was scared for a second, seeing the wild flames in the depths of his eyes.
He quickly pulled the shirt off his shoulders and pulled her to him, greedily pouncing on her lips. Scarlett wouldn't resist. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt every curve of his body and the hardness pressing against her stomach. Rhett maneuvered her so that she began to step back and he guided her until Scarlett felt her feet on the bed. She broke the kiss trying to catch her breath and lowered her eyes in embarrassment. She felt her body shaking slightly from an overabundance of emotions, she did not know how to deal with them. Fear, desire, passion, and indecision overwhelmed her. It felt like her body would stop obeying her.
"Can we turn off the lights?" She looked at Rhett excitedly. She was terrified of the possibility that he might see her naked.
He took her chin in his hand and forced her to look into his eyes.
"No, dear, I want to see all of you tonight."
She trembled slightly. There was something else she wanted to ask.
"Will it hurt?" She felt herself blushing and tried to look away, but Rhett wouldn't let her. He gently stroked her hair, leaving a light kiss on her lips.
"At a certain point, yes, but I will do everything so that you get as much pleasure from this night as possible. I promise," she tensed up when she heard that it would hurt, but she understood that there was nowhere to run.
Rhett slowly pulled her chemise over her head, and Scarlett stood naked in front of him. Her only desire was to cover herself, and as soon as her hands shot up, Rhett stopped her. He examined her hungrily, making Scarlett blush. He ran his fingertips from her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach, and drew a circle around her navel.
"You're beautiful." Scarlett felt awkward about all this, but when she looked at him, she realized that he was sincere.
Rhett didn't look indifferent, as he always did. There were vivid emotions on his face that he didn't try to hide. It was a dramatic change. Scarlett noticed this earlier. He was smiling at the ceremony and dinner. It was a sincere smile as if he didn't care and enjoyed everything.
"Get into bed," he whispered. And Scarlett instantly crawled under the sheets, glad to be able to hide from Rhett's gaze.
He walked across the room and extinguished all the candles except the one by the bed. This plunged the room into semi-darkness. But even that one candle was enough for Scarlett to see him. Rhett walked over to the bed and got rid of the remnants of his clothes, remaining completely naked. Scarlett watched him and blushed when she saw him. She quickly looked away, trying not to stare.
Rhett slid under the sheets and hovered over her, drawing her into another kiss. The touch of his lips calmed her, but Scarlett was still tense. He moved his lips to the curve of her neck, nibbling and licking her skin. She tried to lie still, clutching the sheets. But when his lips wrapped around her nipple and his left hand clamped between his fingers with the other, Scarlett arched and moaned. His caresses sent sparks through her body and tied something like a knot in her lower abdomen.
Treacherous thoughts crept into her head that she shouldn't do this, shouldn't give in to him. She had to lie still while he did what he wanted.
"Scarlett..." she heard him calling her, but she didn't move, and he called her again.
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and looked at Rhett.
He rested his chin between her breasts, and some of his hair fell over his eye, giving him a confused look.
"Please don't think, just give yourself up to the sensations. Feel how nice it is."
He covered her other nipple with his lips and bit lightly, forcing her to close her eyes and moan again. The thought flashed through her mind that she could do it, it wasn't so terrible. But then she felt his hand slide over the inside of her thigh, and his fingers gently stroked her right between her legs. The movement sent a hot wave through her body, but before she could enjoy it, something in her head clicked, and she jerked away from him.
Scarlett huddled against the headboard, clutching her legs tightly. She stared in horror at Rhett. At first, he did not understand what had happened. Then, he tried to touch her. Scarlett jerked away, pressing into the bed.
"Rhett, what are you doing?" She was shocked. She had to put up with it, how did he want to dirty-touch her?
Rhett laughed softly.
"I'm trying to please my wife, darling. But she is trying in every possible way to prevent this." He did not look angry or upset, rather, this situation amused him.
"Pleasure? Scarlett's voice rose. "Trying to touch me..." she didn't even know how to describe it properly, she felt herself blush. "Where it shouldn't be?"
She heard Rhett laughing again, his face full of amusement.
"Where shouldn't I be? And who told you, my dear, that I shouldn't touch you?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Well…I don't know. It seems vulgar and you shouldn't behave like that." She didn't know what arguments she could bring. She didn't know anything about marital relations at all, but an inner voice, or rather her upbringing, said that his touch was wrong.
She stared at him stubbornly, but it didn't seem to have much effect.
"There's nothing wrong with what I did, Scarlett. It's meant for your pleasure." She rolled her eyes when she heard that, because she still couldn't figure out what kind of pleasure it could be for her. "Don't roll your eyes, you didn't let me finish. Let me show you."
He slowly reached out to her ankle and gently stroked the pale skin. His hand began to move higher, stroking and rubbing the skin.
"Just relax and don't think about anything, let me control everything that happens tonight. Let me think for you. I want you to enjoy, just feel."
She looked into his eyes and felt hypnotized again. His words settled in her tired brain, but she didn't try to analyze them, Scarlett knew that she had to do what Rhett told her. She was so focused on his eyes that she hardly noticed how he put her back on the bed and hovered over her. Their lips were almost touching, and his hand slid over her body, stopping and squeezing her breasts, pulling another moan out of her. And then she began to move south again, lightly caressing her thigh.
"Honey, spread your legs, just a little bit." He left a soft kiss on her lips, but it didn't last longer than a second. Rhett was staring at her again.
She didn't understand why, but she did as he asked. Her legs spread a little.
"And now even... even wider, dear," and she did it again, feeling his fingers tracing circles on the inside of her thigh.
He smiled at her, leaving a fleeting kiss once more.
"Darling, you can do it again, I know," and she obeyed, spreading her legs wide.
She closed her eyes and felt his fingers slowly begin to stroke her between her thighs again. She felt no pain or discomfort, but, with each stroke of his fingers, her body seemed to come alive. His lips descended on her breasts again, and the combination of these movements made her body vibrate. Her hips unconsciously began to rise in time with his movements, and her breathing accelerated. He moved his fingers faster, creating perfect friction. At one point, the sensations overwhelmed her. Scarlett felt as if she was falling from a great height. She arched and moaned loudly as she felt her body tighten and then relax.
She didn't know what had happened, but what she felt was indescribable and unbelievable. She had never felt anything like this before. And even if somewhere in the far corner of her mind a stubborn voice was trying to protest, saying that this was wrong. She waved him away, remembering Rhett's recent words.
He hovered over her, nestled between her legs. She felt his hardness pressing against her thighs. The fog of her pleasure began to clear, and she could see his face. It was tense, and his eyes were feverishly bright. Rhett pulled her in for a long, searing kiss, and she felt him slowly filling her, carefully and in no hurry.
It was so unusual for her body, and she was trying to adjust to the new sensations. He swayed slowly, fully in control. After a few thrusts, he filled her completely.
Scarlett squeezed her eyes shut and moaned as she felt the pain and buried her head in his shoulder. Rhett didn't move, and she could feel his whole body vibrating.
She tried to sort out her feelings, Scarlett thought it would hurt more, but in fact, the pain did not last more than a few seconds, and she leaned her head back on the pillow and looked at Rhett. His eyes were tightly closed, and she put her hand on his cheek, forcing him to open his eyes and see the overwhelming hunger. When their eyes met, she felt him begin to move. His rhythm was slow and smooth. After a few thrusts, he buried his face in her neck. He occasionally kissed the spot behind her ear.
Scarlett felt like she was drowning in sensations. The steady rhythm and rocking of his hips between hers forced her to discover previously unknown sensations. She couldn't control her body anymore. It was her instincts that told her what to do. Her hips began to rise to meet him, one arm wrapped around his back, and her leg bent at the knee and pressed against his thigh. Rhett grabbed her leg and twisted it around his waist. This lets him enter deeper, which makes Scarlett moan more.
Her nails dug into his back, leaving red marks, and her moans grew louder.
At some point, she felt that his rhythm had changed, the tremors became more abrupt and chaotic. His face flew up, and now he was looking straight into her eyes. She felt his fingers stroking her between her thighs again, which made her feel the old emotions again. Waves of pleasure began to roll through her body, and she closed her eyes, surrendering to these sensations.
"Scarlett, look at me... look at me," she heard Rhett's hoarse voice.
She forced her heavy eyelids up. Everything around her was swaying. And after a minute, pleasure covered her. She arched up, closed her eyes, and moaned his name.
"Rhett…" It seems that it was enough for him to make a few more thrusts, and then moan and froze.
He collapsed on top of her, pinning her down with his body. But Scarlett didn't mind, she was even pleased to feel his weight on her. He nuzzled her hair, and it seemed to her that he whispered "Finally." But she wasn't completely sure because it was so quiet that maybe it was his breathing.
Rhett rolled onto his back and pulled Scarlett with him, hugging her with one arm, she put her head on his chest, hugging his waist. She tried not to look at him so that he could not see her embarrassment because the embarrassment returned to her again.
Scarlett felt a kiss in her hair, and Rhett's hand stroked her back. His steady breathing lulled her to sleep, and at some point, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.