The sensation Alaina felt in the pit of her stomach blossomed with each caress of the lips, each flick of his tongue across her lips and in her mouth, making her legs feel as if they might collapse to the ground if she was forced to stand at that moment. Christopher started to move his hands in concert with his tongue and lips, caressing her shapely and trim back. With a will of their own, Christopher’s hands moved even lower to cup Alaina’s soft bottom, squeezing and pulling her body even tighter to his own, which seemed to grow more and more taught with each passing moment. Forgetting their meager luggage outside, Christopher kicked the door to the cottage closed in one quick motion, neither of them seeming to notice the loud bang and rattling that the heavy door caused as it abruptly shielded the couple from the world outside. Across from the table in the small entryway was a long, largely unadorned wall, leading to a stairwell at the center of the house.
Christopher pushed Alaina against the wall and deepened his kiss, his tongue darting in and out of her softly opened mouth. A moan escaped Alaina’s throat as she felt Christopher’s hard manhood press against her belly. Unsure of what to do, Alaina shut out her mind and let her body take over, her legs opening and encircling Christopher’s hips. Even through her skirts, Christopher could feel the heat emanating from Alaina’s womanly core. The friction of their bodies caused a dewy wetness to form at the cleft between her legs. Christopher, whose hands had remained on Alaina’s torso for support, began to explore more freely, with some of her weight supported now by the joining of their hips. His hands roamed over her bodice, Alaina’s thin waist almost swallowed by his large manly hands. Christopher’s palm and then fingers caressed her bosom, her nipples puckering even under the fabric, eager for his touch.
Unsatisfied with touches between clothing, Christopher moved his hands to the back of Alaina’s dress, deftly undoing the long row of buttons before loosening the garment from her shoulders. Alaina understood Christopher’s unspoken intent and uncurled her arms from his neck long enough to free herself from the sleeves, the dress coming to rest at her waist. Her chemise and corset, drawn tight and low over her breasts, strained at the motion, a rosy peak becoming exposed in the frenzy. Christopher used his thumb to move the delicate fabric to reveal and capture one breast in his hand, rolling it around and capturing the taught nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Alaina squirmed with pleasure.
The wall no longer seemed the optimal spot for their tryst. Christopher captured the back of Alaina’s knees, one in each hand, to keep her legs wrapped around him as he walked down the hall and through the door to the study. Christopher closed the space to a settee with long quick strides, setting Alaina down gently before standing and frantically doffing his overcoat, waistcoat, and cravat, untucking his shirt before pulling it easily over his head. Alaina had not remained seated, wishing to rid herself of the dress, chemise, and corset pooled at her waist, making quick work of the task. As Christopher emerged from under the tail of his shirt, he was met with a most wondrous sight. Alaina stood before him, close enough to touch, in just a garter, stockings, and elegant shoes, silhouetted by the fireplace. Christopher was thankful for the preparation of the cabin before their arrival. Alaina’s breasts were firm and high, the peaks still taught from his earlier caresses. Her waist was slim, her derriere and legs strong and full, and the ivory color of her skin almost shimmering in the firelight. Her hair was still dressed on top of her head, some chocolate curls making their way down her back, and some escaping their stays to frame her face. Her eyes shone in the low light, their depth threatening to swallow Christopher, her lips swollen from their kisses, and her face as beautiful as any could imagine.
Alaina bit her bottom lip as she took in the sight before her: Christopher bare chested, his broad shoulders rippling with sinewy muscles, tapering to a flat belly. A light furring on his chest came to a line before disappearing into his breeches, which were tight on his narrow hips, giving away the fullness of his erection. His cobalt blue eyes seemed to burn with the reflection of the fire, setting off the color of his hair. His eyes took in the sight of her, his strong nose and jaw as handsome as ever. Alaina could see his chest rise and fall at an ever-increasing rate as they stared at one another.
Their eyes locked for only a few moments before their bodies came together with renewed fervor. Christopher found Alaina’s breast again, rolling her nipple between his fingers while he captured her bare bottom with his hands. His hands roamed from her breast to her hips, before one came to explore Alaina’s cleft of womanhood. Alaina jerked uncontrollably with pleasure, Christopher pleased to find Alaina slick and almost ready for him.
Alaina’s hands explored his body, starting at his shoulders and tentatively moving to the top of his breeches, instinctively putting her fingers inside the top of his trousers to gently stroke the tip of his manhood. Christopher moaned his own pleasure, capturing Alaina’s mouth with his own.
Reluctantly, he caught Alaina’s hand, pulling it out of that sweetest spot, afraid he might spill his seed right then. All he could mutter was, “Not yet, my sweet,” before he guided her once again to the settee, settling himself between her thighs.
Christopher showered her with kisses, starting at her brow and moving down her body, stopping every once in a while, to kiss her. As he felt Alaina relax, Christopher moved his radius of kisses lower and lower, capturing and nibbling her nipples, causing Alaina to arch her back, before moving to her lower belly. Caught in the moment, Alaina barely noticed as Christopher’s kisses moved to her thighs and then hovered over the small tufts of hair covering her womanhood. Finally aware of his intent, Alaina met Christopher’s eyes and breathlessly whispered, “Wha…” a moment before he parted her hair and captured her with his mouth, causing a shock to emanate through her body, her head rolling back against the seat in rapture.
Christopher’s tongue started a slow rhythm, flicking a nub she had been unaware of until this moment, occasionally tracing the whole of her womanhood with his tongue. Alaina’s panting and moaning was uncontrollable, giving Christopher all the feedback he needed to quicken the pace of his tongue, pausing every few moments to suck on her. Alaina started to feel something build deep inside of her, almost like a tingling, but warm, spreading out to touch every corner of her being. Christopher kept his mouth in place and reached up to cup a breast in his hand, playing with Alaina’s nipple. At this change, Alaina became frantic to reach whatever crest awaited her, and she thrust her hips almost instinctively toward Christopher, feeling her body tightening. The warmth overwhelming her body sent tremors throughout her limbs as she cried out in ecstasy and collapsed back onto the settee, opening her eyes to see Christopher’s smiling face.
“You are a vision, my dear, more than I could have ever hoped. Now it is time for you to please me, if you want,” he said, standing only briefly to remove his breeches, boots, and socks, never breaking eye contact with Alaina, her eyes still glazed with passion.
When his breeches lowered to reveal his manhood, fully erect, Alaina felt unsure of what was to happen next, but felt compelled to touch him as he had touched her just moments ago. As he settled between her thighs yet again, this time fully naked, Alaina reached out to take his blade of passion in her hand, amazed at the hardness. Leaning forward, Alaina tentatively came in toward his member, pulsing with heat, to place her lips on the tip. Christopher let out a groan of pleasure, as he regretfully placed a hand on her shoulder.
“My love, there will be plenty of time for that, but I shall have you now. I want to be man and wife, in truth. Do you trust me?”
A swift nod of her head gave him his answer. Alaina leaned back again, pulling Christopher with her. Christopher lowered his lips to Alaina’s as he positioned himself at her entrance, moist and ready for him. He regarded her for a moment before he slowly entered the folds of her womanhood, pausing to take things slow, mindful that it was her first time. Alaina felt the pause and looked up at Christopher. He was looking down at her tenderly, as if waiting for something. All she knew was that it was not enough, and she placed her hands on his taut buttocks, pushing ever so slightly.
“I need… more,” she uttered.
Christopher felt his restraint give way, as he plunged fully into Alaina, feeling her tightness envelop him with ease, the passage made wonderful by her readiness. Propped up on his arms, he paused only a moment before he started to move, slowly, coaxing her body into rhythm with his own. Alaina began to meet his hips thrust for thrust, tilting her own upward to allow him to fully sheath himself as he moved in and out. A familiar blossoming of heat started again from her lower belly as the joining of their bodies continued, the rhythmic motion increasing in speed. Christopher hungrily ensnared Alaina’s mouth, each moaning their own pleasure until it seemed they could go no higher. Each of them saw the heavens, Alaina arching her back and Christopher spilling his seed deep within her womb.
The glow after was cozy and enveloping, the fire keeping their glistening bodies warm as they drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.
A short time later, Alaina awakened to a chill on her back. After a mildly confused moment, she realized she was still mostly disrobed, her only protection against the cool air of the room her garters and the heat of Christopher’s body. Snuggled against his side in what seemed a natural position, her leg draped over his and a hand on the center of his chest, Alaina could feel his rhythmic heartbeat and breathing under her fingers, and marveled at the preceding intimate encounter, wondering how long they may have been asleep. Trying not to wake Christopher, Alaina craned her head over her shoulder to see if the fire was still burning bright. The flame had dwindled to a flicker, providing only minimal heat for the room. As Alaina pondered if she should wake Christopher, for her bottomwasquite chilly, she felt him stir next to her.
“Well, that was not exactly how I envisioned our wedding night. I thought I would at least be able to make it to the bedchamber,” came Christopher’s deep but groggy voice, a chuckle punctuating his statement, sounding almost incredulous. “I fear, though, I have no regrets about how anything happened.”
Alaina giggled and placed her chin on Christopher’s chest in order to meet his gaze before she responded in kind, “I am quite astonished we ended up in your study. From what little I knew about the whole event of becoming man and wife, it always seemed to involve a bed.” She paused and chewed her lip, unsure of how much she wished to share about her current predicament with her new husband.
Christopher’s brow furrowed a bit, “What is it, my dear? Are you sore? Was I too rough?”
“No, no, nothing like that. It was… wonderful, truly. I am just… well, a bit cold and in need of the facilities,” came Alaina’s response, embarrassment causing her words to fade as she spoke.
Christopher tried to contain his mirth and chastised himself for being so unconcerned with what his young wife might need after. “Well it seems we both got quite wrapped up in the moment. I can have you upstairs in just a moment, where we can draw a bath and warm up, and you can use the facilities.”
Christopher stood up, stark naked, and swept Alaina into his arms before heading out the study door and walking to the stairs. Alaina was not quite sure if she would ever get used to the view of a naked man, even one such as her husband. In an attempt to hide her embarrassment, Alaina leaned her head closer to Christopher’s neck, reveling in the comfort of such a position. Feeling his laughter more than hearing it, Alaina pulled her head to look at the one, who seemed to carry her up the stairs with ease, in confusion.
“Do not worry, you will get used to me naked. I do not much like sleeping or bathing in clothes. I have certainly committed the vision you present in those garters to memory, but I fear I am greedy and wish to see you just as you are at every opportunity. I hope you do not run and hide.” Christopher seemed to sense the source of her embarrassment.
“Well, if that is what you say, husband, then I believe you. I do not mind seeing you naked anyhow. You are quite magnificent, my love.” Alaina answered in kind, amazed at her new boldness and the comfort she felt nestled in her husband’s arms.
Having crested the top of the staircase, Christopher took a sharp left and confidently strode down the short hall to a set of double doors. Using one hand to open them, he stepped inside what Alaina assumed to be the main bedroom. A large four-poster bed stood against the far wall, serving as the room’s centerpiece. An area rug adorned the slightly rough wooden floors to provide warmth. A fireplace was situated directly across from the bed, and a copper tub was placed on the large hearth. A set of doors could be seen just beyond the firelight.
Christopher settled Alaina on her feet and whispered in her ear, “You should not tell me I am magnificent, it might just feed my ego. Now, the leftmost door is the privy closet. Take a few moments to do what you need, while I go get our luggage. Some smitten and distracted man left it outside on the front walk. I will be back to pour a bath that we canbothenjoy.”
Before Alaina could respond to the banter, Christopher had made his way out into the hallway. Alaina caught herself admiring his retreating form before mentally focusing on her very urgent need for relief, and scurried to the closet. She had her doubts about sharing a bath, but was intrigued by the prospect.
“I do not see why you had to put the whole pitcher of water down my back, you got water everywhere,” Alaina mused as she crawled into bed next to Christopher, having finished mopping up the hearth with the towels Christopher had gathered for their bath. “I only had a little soap on my back, nothing to constitute a full dousing.”
