He lifted his glass. “To us. May our marriage be strong and prosperous.”
“To us,” she replied. Taking a sip of the bubbly wine, she wrinkled her nose. “It tickles.”
“It does.”
“No regrets?” she asked him. She placed the empty glass on a table next to the couch.
“Absolutely none.”
Charles put his glass down and drew Cathryn closer, kissing her long and slow. When he thought she was beginning to relax, he parted her lips with his tongue, and the kiss became a little more urgent. Finally, she opened to him as they explored each other. He tasted the champagne on her tongue. When the kiss broke, they were both panting. Charles began kissing her neck in slow, deliberate kisses. She moaned at his touch. His cock had never been so hard.
“Shall we move somewhere more comfortable?”
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.
They never made it to the bedroom. Instead, he got her out of her green dress and her undergarments. He disrobed inches from her and twice caught her looking at him. Had she never seen a man naked before? He took her hand and placed it on his cock. In a moment, she began to touch him, causing him to groan when she touched his balls. Knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer, he picked her up and took her to the bedroom and deposited her in the center of the bed.
Charles covered her with his muscular body, lining his cock up with her wet passage, and began to enter slowly. She clung to him, anticipating what was coming next. Not saying a word, he kissed her, hoping to distract her. He pushed hard and fast until he was seated within her. Hearing her moan, he stiffened, afraid he might have hurt her.
“Are you okay? I promise after this time, things will be more enjoyable.” How he knew that he had no idea. He had to have heard it some place at some time.
She said nothing, still clinging to him as he began to establish a rhythm. He wasn’t going to last long, but the marriagewas consummated and now they could begin to enjoy marital pleasure. At least he hoped she would enjoy it.
Close to his climax, Charles pumped harder and faster until he finally exploded, his seed filling her. He pushed one more time before remaining still, enjoying this intimate moment with her.
Waiting a few moments, he slowly withdrew from her and as he did, he kissed her deeply. Pulling her close to him, he felt her hand on his chest.
“Thank you for waiting,” she said softly.
“I didn’t want the memory of our first time together to be of some place like the inn at Gretna Green.”
“This was much more personal.”
“It was,” he replied, reaching down and pulling a blanket over them.
“I think we’re going to be just fine, Charles,” she said.
“Yes, I concur.”
The room became quiet, and he heard her breathing. She’d fallen asleep and was snoring lightly. Smiling, he knew she was content, and yes, he would tease her about snoring. He closed his eyes and continued to listen as his eyes grew heavy.
His dreams made no sense at all at first. Cathryn appeared in them. For the first time in his life he had someone permanently etched in his life. He had someone who depended on him. Never before had he had such responsibility.
At some point during the night, Cathryn turned onto her side and he instinctively laid his arm over her body and held her close and fell back asleep for a time.
The next time he awoke, dawn was upon them. The light was faint coming through the windows. More important than that, he found his cock hard and wanting her. He brushed her hair away from her neck and kissed her, gently turning her over on her back. Spreading her legs, he ran his hand up and down herthigh. She was still wet from their earlier coupling. He inserted a couple of fingers into her passage. Yes, she was wet and warm. She called out as his thumb rubbed her magic spot and broke apart in euphoria as her climax overtook her body.
“My God, Charles! What was that?”
“You had an orgasm. Your mother never told you about such things?”
“Only the basics, and one was to just lie there and let you do the rest. I learned more from my sister than my mother, but nothing about this,” she replied.
“Hmmm. Your mother was brought up in a different time.”
“I know. She has no opinion when my father is around, pretending he knows all.”
“I thought she might be, and I’m sure she’s quite opinionated among her friends.”
