won’t ever hurt like that again. And I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
“I am satisfied with you Frank.” Marie sounded puzzled and Frank just smiled.
“You’ll see what I mean, honey.” He kissed her head again and they both fell asleep.
* * *
Marie woke slowly to the feel of Frank’s arms around her, his hands stroking her hair and back gently. It took Marie a moment to realize where she was and how she was situated, because she wasn’t on the bed.
The events of the previous day (and night) came flooding back in a rush and Marie felt a wonderful warmth spread through her insides at the memory of her wedding day and the realization that Frank was now her husband, forever.
She had never been this happy in her whole life. Or slept on anything this hard and lumpy.
Marie finally realized that she was laying face down on top of Frank. He must have pulled her atop himself while she was still sleeping.
“Frank?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“What time is it? I mean it’s still dark out; do we have to get up now?” He sounded wide awake, even though his voice was soft and deep.
Frank kissed her before answering. “No, Marie, we don’t need to get out of bed for a few hours yet.”
Now Marie was confused. She’d have thought Frank would enjoy a good solid night of sleep after their long day yesterday and all the work he would need to catch up on tomorrow. “You should go back to sleep then, Frank,” Marie urged. “You’re goin’ to be awful tired in the morning if you lie awake half the night.” She heard Frank’s deep throaty chuckle in her ear.
“Sweetheart, that’s the best kind of tired I can think of—being tired from staying up all night with my beautiful new wife.” Frank chuckled again. “Marie, honey, I’ve been waiting so long to be with you the last thing on my mind is sleeping.”
Marie felt the blush creeping up her neck and face and was glad that the room was so dark and Frank couldn’t see it. Her blushing still embarrassed her, even though she knew she shouldn’t feel that way in front of her own husband.
Frank then kissed her again, thrusting his tongue in her mouth in a way that reminded Marie of the thrusting he had done just a few hours ago. His hands came down between her legs and gently spread them apart, so that her knees just barely rested on the mattress on either side of Frank’s hips.
Frank broke their kiss to take Marie’s breast in his mouth instead, sucking and biting, until Marie heard moaning and realized it was coming from herself.
She began to move on top of Frank, unable to be still with the feelings of want that he was creating in her. Marie pushed herself down a bit and felt Frank’s manhood pressed up against her open backside, hard and large. She moved back up and felt the cool night air on her most private places. It was embarrassing and yet felt good at the same time.
Then the night air was replaced by Frank’s fingers, gently caressing her from her lower back, down between her spread buttocks, where his finger lingered over her tiny rosebud, the hole he hadn’t entered. Not yet. Marie suddenly felt Frank’s finger pressing against her back entrance, then entering.
“Frank, I don’t—” Marie wasn’t sure if he realized where he was. But he didn’t stop, just pressed his finger inside her and then slowly withdrew it again. Then back in.
He continued like that, slowly in and out, without saying a word, for a few minutes and Marie began to relax. It had been uncomfortable at first, but then started to feel good.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Frank’s soothing voice reassured her that he knew what he was doing. “As long as we both want it and it feels good, nothing we do together in this bed is wrong.”
Marie loved the sound of Frank’s voice, and since she couldn’t concentrate on much else with what he was doing, she just lost herself in him—the feelings he was giving to her and creating in her. She let herself