His preference for her company became palpable as the night wore on. She was moved to the head of the table, to his right where he served her champagne from silver trays and fed her strawberries, which she took delicately from his fingers with her tongue, scraping his fingers with her teeth in invitation. She smiled sweetly, and her eyes twinkled. He had a way with his words and when he turned on the charm and made compliments towards her, a blush of innocence would rise through her features, along her neck, and across her flawless bosom.

This both excited and encouraged him, for sure, never had anyone responded to him so naturally, hung so fully on his words, or watched his lips with such an entreaty in her eyes. Likewise, his nature responded to her in a way that exceeded mere desire. He had wanted women before, and, as a man of position, had managed to have his way with them, but looking at her he knew that just to spend the night with her would never be enough. He needed to own her, to consume her. He knew the match was far beneath him, but to imagine her looking at another with such fondness in her eyes was too much to bear.

Their marriage bed was saccharine and idyllic. He kissed her gently tracing all her fine features. Her eyes lids, high forehead, neck. She released a sigh which shuddered through her body and tickled across the skin of his shoulder as she raised her head from the pillows. His fingers entwined in the long, dark curls that he loosed from their bridal knot; they ran like silk down her shoulder and across his chest. As he took her nipples in his mouth, feeling them harden against the moistness of his lips and the gentle sting of his teeth, she moaned, and arched her back pressing her hips against his. Her body trembled with want, but it did not dispel the fear in her eyes.

She was a virgin, tight and hot against his desire, and he longed to take her with all the urgency his need demanded. Though the necessity in his groin rose to meet the throbbing heartbeat he felt in the soft skin of her thigh against his side, he held himself back taking her only as she moistened and softened between his fingers, and then with great tenderness, he entered her slowly. He would not ruin the sweetness of the moment that it might bear repeating. She basked in those simple words, “I love you,” as they were spoken muffled into her shoulder.

As they both lay damp with the sweat of exertion, and the soft exhaustion which remains after all one’s bodily desires have been satisfied, he pulled her to him and felt the curve of her body against his. Her breast swelled white, nipples pink and hard, still evidence of the passion that had racked through her body. God she was lovely.

She could not help but notice his appraising gaze and returned it with one of her own. She reached down and cupped him in her hand, weighing the balance of her prize, and enjoying the powerful tension in his thighs, and the strong curve of his shoulders as they moved into his back. He was sculpted like the statue of David and, she could not help but notice, was becoming equally hard. She was surprised by the speed with which he rallied, and rolled atop him to encourage his passion.

His eyes widened with surprise as she settled her weight lightly across his hips and ran her nails gently across his chest. She smiled with a strange mixture of sweetness and seduction, bending to kiss him, the smooth firm halves of her buttocks moving to cup the hard roundness of his swelling desire. She bent and kissed him teasingly biting his lower lip, her hair trailing down his chest as she rose, taking him in slowly, and deeply. He groaned; as she started to speed up! He could do nothing but let her take control, losing himself in the rhythm pulsing in the tight confines of her maidenhood. He rose to meet her as she raised and lowered herself, tightening as she reached her own pleasure, throwing back her head as she grinded against him in animal want. Together they found the ultimate freedom of mind and body, as they came, one with another, in perfect unison.