/Henry/
While she was pressing herself even more closely to me, she said, "I love you, Henry."
I gave her a grin and pressed my nose up to hers as I inhaled deeply of her perfume, which caused every muscle in my body to stiffen up in anticipation. "I love you more, Mrs. Williams," I whispered through the haze of want that was obscuring my vision of what was happening in front of me.
We had reached an agreement on the 'no sex before marriage' rule that I had proposed, and I honestly believe that she was relieved that I had made the suggestion because she was frightened of hurting me. The problem is that as soon as I recommended it, I wanted to take it back immediately after making the suggestion. Since the last time I had my way with her, it had been much too long.
Samantha was a very gorgeous young lady, and the fact that I had to wake up next to her every morning for the past two months had been like enduring a form of torment for me. She had a way of making me go absolutely crazy with desire. It's not that we hadn't been having fun together; I couldn't just stop being intimate with her overnight since doing so would be suicidal for me. However, it had been almost four months since I last made love to my girlfriend. I was so excited for tonight that just thinking about it made my mouth water. I just couldn't wait.
I lowered my mouth to gently brush against hers, and as soon as my lips made contact with hers, she gave a seductive little moan in the back of her throat and gave me a passionate kiss in return. I couldn't help but grin as I brushed my lips against hers, thinking that perhaps she was as ready as I was for this celebration to be finished. I could hear the click of cameras all around us, and others were oohing and aahing, but all I could concentrate on was the flavor and sensation of my wife's mouth on mine. I drew her in as near to me as humanly possible,
The remainder of the night went by very fast, and there didn't appear to be enough time for me to truly chat to people or dance with all of the people I was customarily anticipated to do so with. I watched as Samantha danced with her father, and I could tell that they were having a little talk while they were out on the dance floor.
I could tell this by the way that she grabbed his shoulder, and I could see that she had many happy years ahead of her. She had a special bond with her father, without whom a significant portion of her life today would not have been attainable. When he stated he would pull money from the wedding fund, he actually did. He made sure that everything we wanted was purchased and paid for as soon as possible. It was a blessing to be able to refer to him as my father-in-law because he was such a wonderful person.
I took her hand and led her carefully up the steps of the hotel once the celebration had finally come to an end. After we had said our goodbyes to everyone else, of course. We planned ahead and reserved the honeymoon suite in the same hotel where we held the reception, which meant that we wouldn't have to go anywhere else when the event was over.
As we climbed the steps, I found that my enthusiasm made it difficult for me to take a breath. Was it natural for me to get this excited when I saw a girl's private parts? It's possible that I was a little off my rocker, but Samantha is the one who turned me into this person. That girl drove me absolutely insane, and she always did.
As we approached the door to the hotel room, I all of a sudden began to feel anxious. What if the accident prevented me from accomplishing what I had planned to do tonight? What would I do then? I was confident that there would be no problems with my "elevation" because this had been very clear to me over the course of the previous four months.
With only one of her grins, I was saluting her like a soldier, but what if I couldn't actually 'perform'? Even if I were able to perform, I was certain that I was out of practice, and there was a chance that it would be embarrassing for her and that I would let her down.
My hands were shaking as I fumbled with the key, attempting to insert it into the lock. I could feel the shaking. I took a deep breath and thought, "Oh sh*t, this is horrible." I was going to fail her on the most significant evening of my life. Why did I recommend that there be no sexual activity before the wedding? I wanted to give myself a good smack in the face for being such an idiot and not giving any consideration to the situation. Idiot, idiot, idiot!
I pushed the door open and the lock disengaged with a click. She gave me that lovely little smile, and I observed that she appeared to be a bit nervous as well. However, I believe that her anxiety was more focused on the possibility of her injuring me, and I am aware that she was concerned about this because we had discussed it countless times in the past.
I grabbed her hand as she went to enter the room in order to prevent her from doing so. I couldn't help but give her a kiss despite the fact that she was frowning and staring at me with the cutest little expression of bewilderment on her face. While I was kissing her, I made a small bending motion and wrapped my arm around the back of her legs. After she became aware of what I was doing, she quickly backed away from the kiss.
"Oh, no, Henry!" In the name of everything that is holy, are you insane? She sobbed and moved slightly away from me while doing so.
As I continued to kiss Samantha, I gave her a reassuring grin and muttered, "It's fine, Samantha bear, I promise." I allowed her a few seconds to settle into the kiss before immediately sweeping her into my arms.
I did this before she could object since I didn't want to give her the opportunity. Even though it didn't hurt, I asked the doctors about it, and they said that evidently I was fine doing this, but I guess that didn't stop her from worrying about me. I don't think anything could ever stop this girl from caring about me. That was an idea that offered some degree of solace.
She shrieked while pressing her lips on mine but didn't put up much of a fight, most likely out of fear that she could damage me or anything else. I gave her a grin and slowly eased her over the threshold of our hotel room while still holding her. I was aware that we had previously been married, but this time I was determined to do everything in my power to ensure that our union was solemn and proper.
She pleaded with me as she wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close as I kicked the door shut behind me. "Henry, please don't injure yourself," she said.
I gave her one more kiss before carrying her over to the bed. I was so eager to help her remove her dress that I could hardly think of anything else at the time. I didn't break the kiss as she pushed my suit jacket off of my shoulders and let it fall off onto the floor as she chuckled as we dropped down onto the bed.
She laughed. I didn't break the kiss. She nuzzled my bottom lip, indicating that she wanted me to intensify the kiss, and I responded by inserting my tongue into her mouth. As soon as her flavor made contact with my tongue, I became so rigid that the fabric of my pants came dangerously close to causing me pain.
Holy crap, I was in desperate need of her. The one thing I wanted more than anything was to grab fistfuls of her dress and rip the blasted thing off of her, but I knew it wasn't going to be possible. I rolled onto my back, pulled her onto my chest, and immediately began working on the long row of buttons that ran the length of her back. I did this while she was on top of me. I made her tremble and groan into my mouth as I delicately traced my fingertips over the flesh there.
She was writhing on top of me, and I was so thrilled that I was honestly afraid I was going to finish before she even touched me or got my clothes off. I was terrified that I was going to complete before she even got my clothes off. As she kissed down my neck, I gulped and attempted to calm down before I humiliated myself in front of her. I tried taking slow breaths to help me relax as she kissed down my neck. The pressure from her being mashed up against my crotch was driving me insane. She was squeezing me.
When I was finally done with the last button, she sat up and shook her head just as I was going to take the dress off of her shoulders. She inquired, "I'll be right back, ok?" while tilting her head to the side and appearing very wonderful. "I'll be right back," she said.
I took a deep breath in, worried if I would be able to articulate my thoughts. "Yeah," I croaked, my voice barely like the one I normally use due to the fact that she had made me so heated.
She gave us a worried smile as she climbed off the bed and grabbed her overnight bag, which had been carried here by Jerry earlier in the day. She crept into the stall behind the door, keeping her clothes tightly wrapped about her as she went. I got out of bed and perched on the edge of the mattress, looking at the area below my crotch. I murmured to myself, "Calm down Henry for heavens sake," as I shook my head in disbelief at the reaction that my body was having to her presence.
I had to physically force myself to stand up, and once I did, I removed the cravat and waistcoat that I was wearing and threw them over the chair's back. I tried to think about something other than Samantha in order to calm down a little bit, so I untucked my shirt and undid a couple of the buttons on my jacket. I proceeded to the light switch, which, to my relief, was a dimmer switch; therefore, I shut the drapes and turned the lights down as low as they could go. I gave myself a figurative smack on the wrist for not repeating the whole candles and rose petals thing for her.
I kept myself occupied in the room by adjusting the linens on the bed and shifting the suitcases to the opposite side of the room. What was taking her so long? She'd been in there for what seemed like an eternity. Was she having second thoughts or something else that made her decide she did not want to have sexual relations with me tonight? Perhaps she was experiencing the same jitters as I was....
I observed a bottle of champagne together with two glasses resting on the side. In addition to it, there was a note there. After picking it up and reading it, I realized that James and Anika had sent it to us so that we may celebrate our marriage. I couldn't help but crack a grin at the thought, thinking to myself how fortunate I was to have such wonderful in-laws.
I took the bottle in my hands and removed the wrapper from around it. I had just finished removing the wire cage that had been covering the cork when I heard the door to the restroom open behind me. I shifted my focus to gaze at her. My jaw dropped open at the exact same time that the cork flew out of the bottle and crashed against the ceiling, but I couldn't even tear my eyes away from her to check to see if it was all over the place.
She was no longer wearing the dress and had freed her hair to fall in undone waves about her shoulders after she had changed. She was clad in a strapless, white corset that showed off a strip of her toned tummy and gave the appearance of her breasts being twice their normal size.
She wore white stockings with a lacey strip at the top of the stockings and white pantyhose that matched, both of which were kept up by seductive little suspenders that were attached to the bottom of the corset. She had a stunning appearance. She did that adorable thing where she would peek through her eyelashes while leaning on the doorframe while cocking her head to the side. I adored that.
She looked like an angel. One of those sexualized Angels who have been cast down from heaven, the kind of person you would sever your right arm to be with.
I took a deep breath and racked my brain for something insightful to say, but nothing came out of my mouth. The only thing that came to mind was "fuck yeah," but I found that I was unable to articulate it properly, so I remained silent.
She gave me a knowing smirk while flashing me a knowing glance in her eyes. The realization hit me at that very moment that I was doing nothing more than standing there with my mouth and eyes wide open, staring at her like an idiot. It honestly surprises me that I wasn't drooling, but considering that I hadn't cleaned my lips in a while, it's possible that I was and I was just unaware of it.
"I presume it that you appreciate my wedding night underwear?" She teased while stepping away from the doorframe, biting her lip as she did a tiny twirl on her tiptoes. She was standing on her tiptoes. The view from the back was equally as impressive as the view from the front; her behind looked delectable in the small white underwear. I was paralyzed, and it felt like the weight of a ton was pressing down on each of my feet. I really wanted to approach her and envelop her in a hug, but I was unable to move even one inch.
I smiled and nodded, then took another swallow as I watched her slink over to me with her hips swaying seductively. She came to a stop just in front of me, and as she took the champagne bottle out of my hands and raised it to me in a toast, her eyes never left mine the entire time.
She then closed her lips around the bottle, took a drink, and then brought the bottle to her lips, leaving the rim of the bottle pushed against her bottom lip for a longer period of time than was necessary while she stared suggestively at me. Again, the only thing that came to my mind was "fuck yeah," and so I kept my mouth shut.