Passionate Affairs

Today, after much trial and judgment, what was once a far-flung fantasy has finally become reality. You and I became man and wife. You looked so beautiful in your white dress, my love. The lace veil falling over your pretty face...the sun painting your face with light through the stained glass windows...our union was so unlikely, due to our difference in status. You, the daughter of a wealthy Duke, and I, a near-penniless writer. I’m so lucky to have you. You are mine as I am yours. Now, with the ceremony behind us, our future has begun its desperate unfurling. I stand here in our new bedchambers, waiting for you. I’ve waited so long to show you how much I adore you...and there you are… stunning, as always.

“You look...beautiful.”

You stand before me in a white, silky nightgown. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you with your hair down. Blushing, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you.”

I hold my hand out and draw you close. My hands roam over your hips while yours slide up over my shoulders. I wrap my hands around your waist, pulling you closer to me. I nuzzle my head against your neck, breathing in the scent of your rich perfume, while you run your fingers through my mess of hair.

“Are you happy, my love?”

“Yes, darling - so very happy. I half-expected this day to never come.”

I think briefly upon our struggles. The many secret trysts under cover of night. The snide remarks behind our backs. But we are past all of that now. My hand glides over your gown to your backside while the other trails up into your hair, brushing it over your shoulder.

“I’ve been dreaming of our first night together as husband and wife.”

You take my hand in yours, placing a kiss on my palm.

“As have I.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Not at all.”

You’ve expressed your desire to make love with me before. And though any other person would have been scandalized to hear such remarks said aloud, I only fell deeper into love with you. I’ve no doubt in my mind that you’ll make me feel better than any other woman could possibly hope to, despite the fact that it will be your first time. Your eyes see right through me, just as they did the moment I saw you. So kind, so humble, unlike the many other unmarried women I was expected to court. You challenge me. And always, we speak as equals. In you, I’ve met my match. Cradling your face in my hands, I bring your lips to mine. My lips trail over your cheeks, your jaw, down to your neck.

One by one, you release the clasps of my shirt and draw it down my shoulders. I grab bunches of silk in my hands as I kiss down your collarbone and down between your breasts. I lift up the gown and look to you for approval. Flashing me that mischievous little smile, you guide my hands up, lifting the gown with it. Slowly, the fabric slides up over your skin, over your head and tossed to the ground. My God...my eyes wander over your beautiful body. You look a bit shy, demure even, as your forehead touches mine and you guide my fingers over the soft swell of your breasts.

“You're so beautiful, I...”

Your kiss is urgent and needy. After so long, so many trials and tribulations, we’re finally alone, as husband and wife. And we can give into one other. I guide us back and pull you on top of me onto the bed. I love how your tongue dances with mine...the feeling of your smooth skin beneath my hands. I roll you over, my weight pressing on top of you…my cock is straining against my trousers with desire.

So many nights I imagined you under me...

“I'll go slowly, darling.”

A bright smile spreads across your cheeks.

“Okay.”

Massaging your breast in my hand, I take your nipple into my mouth. I kiss over each breast, your soft stomach. I simply want to worship your body…show you how beautiful, how immaculate I find you...how much I crave your satisfaction...how much I adore the sounds you're making for me. Oh, yes. My lips glide further down to that sacred place between your legs…

“Can I kiss you down here, darling?”

“Yes, oh yes. Please...”

Your hands tangle through my hair, I look up to see your eyes darkened, pleading. I descend and press my mouth against your warm lower lips. Oh, god, you taste incredible. I run my tongue over your wetness, from your entrance to your clit. Slowly back and forth, through your lips...your hips buck into my face...

“Does that feel good?”

Your grip tightens in my hair, pulling me harder towards your clit...I'll take that as a yes.

“Yes, it feels really good...”

All I want is to make you feel good. To show you what our life of love will look and feel like from this moment on. My tongue flicks over your clit, swirling around while I run my fingers over your wet lips. I tease you until you’re quivering under my touch...

“Oh god, I...I need more. I need...”

I know exactly what you’re asking for, but I don’t know if you have the words to ask for it.

“Do you want me inside of you?”

“Now, please...”

I hurry to unbuckle my belt and yank down my undergarments, freeing my cock. Your hands pull at me needily, desperate to get me inside of you. My tip teases your entrance. Our eyes meet and for a moment everything is frozen.

“I love you...”

“I love you, too.”

Slowly, I ease my cock inside, keeping my eyes on your face to ensure that you’re comfortable. My love...you feel incredible.

“Do you like this?”

“Oh yes. Yes! ”

I slowly ease out of you before sliding back in. In… and out…to be the first ever inside of you…to be guiding you through our first pleasure together. Oh, god, it feels so good…

“Does that feel good?”

“You feel...very good. ”

Your nails dig softly into my back as I push deeper and deeper inside you…I love your desire unraveling around me. I know the first time can be difficult. I just want to make this good for you. You press your heels into my backside, guiding me deeper. Oh, god, to hell with anyone who tried to come between us. It’s you I love...it’s always been you...

“Oh god. Oh, oh!”

You grip me tighter, your breath rolling down my back. Oh God, you look so incredible. My hips jerk suddenly. I can’t hold on much longer…I love you...oh, god, I love you.

Our foreheads touch as my breath steadies. I slowly pull myself out of you.

“I want to make you feel as I just did. I want to give you more pleasure...”

You nod slowly, a silent laugh spilling out of your lips. I slip two fingers between the wet folds where my cock just was. I draw my fingers up and down inside of you before encircling your clit. Again and again…over and over. You squirm beside me and I can tell you are very much enjoying this. Oh, god, I can’t wait to see your pleasure for me. I lower my mouth to your nipples once again and bite down gently on each one until they harden in my mouth.

“Oh, yes, darling. Just let go. Let go for me!”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“Did you enjoy that, my love?”

“Incredible...”

“Yes? You enjoyed it? ”

“...was I not supposed to?”

“Of course, you were.”

“I meant it, you know.”

“Meant what?”

“What I said in our vows. My promise to love and cherish you. I meant every word…I know you worry about what others say, but they don’t matter. We have each other. I’ll always protect you. I promise. ”

Your smile will never cease to give me butterflies. You gently pull me to your lips...

“I promise.”