Benjamin
After Andrea and I tucked Roy into his new bedroom, I turned to my wife. “Mrs. Dunn, you are one beautiful bride, did I tell you that?”
“Yes, you did, Mr. Dunn. You whispered it to me right there at the altar and about a hundred times at the reception.”
“Okay, because you should absolutely know how absolutely gorgeous you are in that dress.” I drank in the sight of her. When I had seen her coming toward me down the aisle, my knees had gone weak. As she stood beside me in front of the pastor and I looked into her eyes, I knew the path to this day had been worth every heartache. Being married to her was my dream come true.
“Thank you.” Andrea laughed. “But you know what? As splendid as this dress is, I’m about ready to come out of it.”
“Music to my ears. Come here.” Grinning, I slipped the sleeves from her soft shoulders and danced her into our bedroom. I weaved my arms around her waist from behind and nuzzled the crook of her neck.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she almost purred before she wiggled out of my embrace and turned to face me, holding up one index finger. “Uhh, just give me one second. I need a couple of Advil.”
I groaned. “Really?” She had to be as nervous as I was, hence the headache, but I refused to let my apprehension show. We’d waited so long for this night.
“Yeah, it’s just the stress of the day,” she said, running her fingers through her hair. “It’s a good stress, but …”
“How about this instead?” I asked, massaging her neck.
“Mmmm.” She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, letting her head lull forward.
“Baby, I know how to take the tension away. Let me.”
Her eyes flew open, and I saw anxiety in them.
“Andrea, you already have my heart and my soul. Our love is strong. We belong together. After what we’ve been through, there’s nothing to be nervous about.”
Our lips met, and I watched her eyes flutter close. A slow sizzling heat enveloped us, hot enough to melt any lingering doubts.
I knelt before her, tossed her shoes aside and then slid my hand up her thighs to take off her stockings. They weren’t panty hose, but were stockings held up with one of those garter belts over her white lace underwear. I wasn’t used to undoing garters and fumbled.
Andrea smiled down at me. “That tickles.” Her playful gaze and lusty laugh confirmed she wasn’t nervous anymore, and neither was I. Finally, I rolled the stockings down and off.
Taking Andrea’s hand, I twirled her around so I could unzip her dress and watch it fall to the floor in a rustling mound. She stepped out of it and into my arms.
I kissed her forehead, her eyes, and then I took a second to visually devour her ample breasts that struggled to stay contained in her white lace half bra. I unhooked her bra, letting them spill free.
With the palms of my hands, I massaged already stiff nipples, teasing them until Andrea bit her lip and sighed in pleasure. I bent down and bathed them with my tongue and lips, savoring her shivers of delight.
Andrea’s eager hands opened my shirt and tugged it free from my pants, brushing against my rock hard erection. The simple touch of her fingers made my heart and body throb.
She made a slow descent to her knees while the sexy intensity in her eyes mesmerized me. She unzipped my pants and reached inside, catching the moisture on the tip of my manhood gently spreading it around before kneeling to thrill me with her tongue. I sucked in air and held my breath. As good as I was feeling, I was about to explode. But, I couldn’t go out like an inexperienced teenager—not our first time together.
“No,” my voice sounded husky, “let me please you. I’ve been needing to do this for so long.”
Andrea stood and took off her panties in one smooth motion, rotating and undulating her hips in a sensual move that twisted my gut in a good way. I yanked off the rest of my clothes, never taking my eyes off her.
Gathering her in my arms, I gently lowered us to the bed. “You’re incredible,” I whispered in her ear.
She stroked my face in reply, her eyes shimmering.
My lips explored the hollow spaces in her neck, the fullness of her breasts and the roundness of her stomach. She gasped and whispered my name.
My kisses trailed down from her stomach to the place I’d labeled “Sweet Juncture”. Knees wide, she propped herself up on her elbows, watching me pleasure her, making me harder than a day old biscuit.
Flushed, she threw back her head. “That’s it, that’s it. Benjamin, it’s so good,” she murmured, strangling the sheets in the grip of her hands before dissolving into trembling ecstasy.
She reached for me, impatiently clawing me into her arms. We kissed, losing ourselves in the rapture, and then I guided myself into something close to heaven. I moved deeper and deeper. Her hips thrust against mine in our own private symphony. Every nerve in my body tingled to her touch. Our eyes locked in perfect communion. Waves of passion threatened to drown us.
Breathing hard, we basked in the sweaty afterglow. Our laughter tumbled out on ragged exhales, as our fingers and hearts intertwined. This moment was as magical and as everlasting as our wedding vows. The light of both left the pain of the past in the shadows while the promise of our future shone bright.
“Benjamin, I love you so much. I’ll always love you.”
“I love you, too, Andrea.” Those words would never express what I really felt. I’d have to find ones that would, because this was the kind of love I’d be telling our grandkids about.
Burning with need, we found our rhythm once more. Afterwards, we rested, cocooned in each other’s arms, and quietly exhilarated in the knowledge that we could relive the essence of this night every day of our lives for as long as we lived.