"Then, my flower." He said, his eyes darkening with carnal desire and his voice growing rougher, "Let me show you the meaning of husband and wife."
He heard her breath hitch and he leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss upon her lips—he wanted to hold onto those sweet lips for much longer, but there was still so much of his wife's body to explore. He traced his nose along her jaw and heard her draw in a breath. Slowly, he craned his neck to reach her ear lobe, their bodies now moulded close together.
He couldn't help but tease her with his breath on her neck. He smiled proudly as he watched the hairs there stand on end and her skin flush red. He kissed just below her ear lobe and then drew back so that he could see her.
Her eyes were closed tightly and her face was flushed. He could hear her sucking in quick breaths as though trying to subdue the pants.
He thinned his lips. He was afraid something like this would happen.
He took a step back and she opened her eyes slowly, "What's wrong?" She asked and he could see fear enter her eyes.
He smiled and took her hand in his. "Nothing is wrong, my flower." He answered calmly as he led her to the low lying bed.
He signalled for her to sit and he sat next to her, shifting slightly in his clothes at the new position.
He turned to face her and saw that she was watching him with a confused expression.
"Hydrangea, what is it that you think we are doing?"
Her brows raised, "We're consummating our Union." She answered simply, her cheeks reddening more.
"No, Hydrangea." Her eyes darted to look at him and he quickly finished his sentence, "I do not want to simply consummate our Union. I want to have you. Another name for it is… making love. Can you imagine what making love looks like? How it feels?"
Her lips parted open and he raised his finger to trace her lips. Her eyelids fluttered.
"I do not simply want to do the deed and then be done. No… I want more than that, my flower."
Her eyes gradually moved to meet his, "I… I want that too."
He smiled, "Then, my dear wife. Let me make love to you."
He heard her sigh quietly as he leaned forward, unhindered he took her lips and began slow. His arms drew her down onto the surface of the bed, her head resting on the pillows.
As their kiss became more fevered he moved his hand to hold her waist, his other holding her hip. He felt her react beneath him and he grinned against her lips. Continuing with the kiss he began to trace circles on her hot skin, delighted when he felt her shiver repeatedly at the action.
He teased her lips with his tongue as he began to peel her shirt off. He felt her stiffen.
"Would you like to take it off?" He asked against her lips, his eyes closed and his voice gruff.
She panted for a few agonizingly long seconds before answering, "No… you can."
He kissed her again then said, "Excellent."
He could feel the excitement at seeing her beautiful body clearly for the first time building in him. He carefully raised the fabric over her head; that was when he realized that his injuries no longer hurt.
Tossing the garment off to the side he stared, transfixed, at Hydrangea.
Raising his eyes he looked at her face. She was blushing a deeper red than he'd ever seen on her precious cheeks. He raised a hand to stroke her ribs and she shuddered.
"You are beautiful, my flower. Absolutely beautiful…" He whispered as his eyes traced every detail of her bared upper half.
He met her eyes again and saw her watching him in expectation. He smirked, "And what does that look mean?"
She looked away, her arms raising to cover her chest, "C-can I see you?" She still didn't meet his eyes.
He lowered himself closer to her face, his hands itching to touch and caress every bit of her flesh, but he refrained.
"You may." He whispered above her dazzling face, "But you do not need to hide yourself from me."
She bit her lip and nodded, her hands slowly lowering to her sides and he once again got to appreciate the gorgeous figure of his wife; her alabaster white skin nearly glowing in the dim light, flushed pink from his little bit of foreplay. Her twin peaks topped with dusky, brown nipples, the tips of which were already hardened with arousal.
He knew that she was stretching herself to appear naked in front of him, and he felt proud and loved that she would do that for him. He hoped that she would become more comfortable around him in the future. Because he planned to do this many times.
He sat back on his heels and stripped himself of his shirt which had become too warm to wear anyway. He moved his hands to remove his tunic which was becoming unbearable around his waist but Hydrangea's hurried voice stopped him.
"No! No, no. Th-that can stay on still."
He blinked and chuckled, "Hydrangea, this tunic is becoming increasingly difficult to keep on." And he would definitely be taking it off later.
Her lips parted, "Oh… okay."
He stroked her cheek, his eyes still landing on her unrestrained bosom. Swallowing and closing his eyes at his cock twitching. He opened his eyes and met hers.
Stealing her lips with a kiss he untied his tunic and felt the tightness of it lessen, groaning at the slight freedom he felt. But now he craved to be inside of her even more.
He left her lips, leaving a trail of saliva as he brought himself to her beautiful breasts. Trailing soft kisses around the globes he heard a soft cry from her as her back arched into him. He grinned once more against her skin and continued with paying attention to her breasts.
His hands, in the meantime, were resting on her hips, her skirt slowly slipping away as she began to squirm beneath him.