Sixty-Four

ARIANNA fought back, pushing him until his back was on the bed and she was pulling his socks and pants from him.
“There will be no other woman,” he told her urgently as she climbed on top of him breathlessly. His hands cupped her face.
“Huh,” she huffed. “That’s what husbands say to their wives on the first night, yet not all of them remained faithful to the end.”
He was scowling now. “What’s with you, baby?”
“See? I showed a few little teeth and you’re confused about me now?” She rolled her eyes at him.
He grinned, and again, she found herself on her back, under him. As they were only in their underwear now, their exposed skin rubbed against each other, and she had more difficulty breathing.
And of course, he could see this.
His eyes smoldered with heat, and his body started to move against hers. Yet, he remained where he was, staring down at her, his eyes remaining worried.
“What is it, my love? It’s our first night married. What’s bothering you?”
“That I’m telling you the truth and you’re not listening.”
“It’s never going to be true that I’ll change and see anyone else but you,” he said coolly.
“Do you really promise me that?”
“Baby, I swore it today, remember?”
She realized that he did, as she did, on their marriage vows. She took a deep breath. “You’ve insisted this marriage is the best for both of us so you can protect me. And I married you so I can protect my family.”
He tensed, his eyes searching her face.
“But most of all, I married you because I am madly, hopelessly in love with you, too, that even if I knew we really don’t match each other, I dare to believe we can one day.”
His arms went around her. “Oh, my Arianna…”
She placed her open palm on his chest. “Now, I better make that true, that I’ll be your match and your worth one day.”
“God, baby, you’re crazy.” He was rolling his eyes. “You already are. You’re the only one who can ever affect me so much that I have fallen on my knees many times for you. Don’t you know that?”
Arianna’s lips trembled because she knew that was true. She felt tears gather in her eyes. “You better—never—ever change. Or I’m going to die, Eric. I’ll die from the p-pain.”
His face fell, and then he hugged her to him, tight, and he whispered into her ear. “I love you so much, Arianna. I love you with my heart and my soul. You better know that will stick. It’s fixed now. You know it?”
She gulped as she tried to control her crying, and she nodded when she couldn’t speak.
After all that happened, and that they were married now, how could she not believe him?
Eric raised his head and they kissed again, and this was tender, even though she could feel the heat in the way his body continued to move against her that it had formed a rhythm without her noticing it until now.
He had placed himself between her thighs and his hardness rubbed against her clothed pussy, but she moaned inside his kiss as she felt electricity zing through her body, making her skin tingle and her abdomen hum. She felt so sensitive down there where his cock so intimately rubbed her, mildly pulsating with life.
She realized that this was the first time she was going to make love with him knowing she owned him as he had always owned her from the beginning.
For some reason, it felt like such a heavy responsibility, and yet…
She felt such freedom that she finally knew what this was all about.
He withdrew from her, dispensing with her panties and his briefs, kneeling between her knees, holding her thighs possessively to pull her towards him. And she complied.
She wanted to be possessed, physically now, without delay or any more designs. She wanted their vow consummated.
There was great concentration tensing his whole face as he held his hard cock to direct it into place, and she knew it was his intention, too.
And he slowly entered her as their eyes clung and held.
He pushed himself into her until he was completely in, filling her and choking her with his girth.
But she was already wet, and she fought the reaction to close her eyes and savor each inch that brought pleasure to her center and to her very soul. After he was in, his hands seek for her hands, and he held them above her head, their fingers interlaced, as he started to stroke her with the precise movements of his hips.
“Oohhh…” she moaned. “Eric…”
He was breathing heavily already, harsh air making his nostrils whistle as he clenched his jaw. “Yes... tell me,” he commanded as he continued to build his strokes.
“It feels so good…” she told him. “It always feels so good…”
“You want more?”
“Yes… oh, yes… always yes…”
He started to quicken his pace, but deeper because she had adjusted to him now. “Like that, baby?”
“Yes! Give it to me. Yes, harder, please…!” Her hips mirrored his movements, moving against him, taking him deeper within her.
Yet she wanted more. More and more of him.
“Eric, please… please…!
“My wife, you don’t have to beg,” he told her harshly, his body smooth and controlled as he possessed her with quick and efficient thrusts. “I’m yours… just yours…”
She was moaning uncontrollably now, saying words she could barely understand, as pressure built because she knew what it meant.
She was about to get wrecked into smithereens.
But she didn’t want her first climax with him as his wife to happen alone.
She opened her eyes, her teeth biting her lower lip as she tried to pull away.
But it was coming.
“Eric! Cum with me! Cum with me, please…!”
She barely heard his reply because it was coming fast.
But then, he shouted. And as the pressure finally imploded and climax rushed through every fiber of her being, he rammed himself into her one more time, and he, too, came…
She didn’t know how long it took for her to recover and get back to earth again, but when she did, she was smiling.
“Eric… it’s always going to be this good, huh?”
He moved and moaned a little with that bedroom sound he made with his throat, earthy and throaty and sexy. “But this… is the best one yet…” he said, and his hand, which was on her shoulder, came up to cup her face as he kissed her on her mouth possessively, thoroughly.
Their first lovemaking as man and wife was indeed the most powerful that she could remember, too. And she kissed him back as thoroughly, determined to push back at anything she worried about that was outside of this bed.
And they kissed for a long time, cuddled, nuzzled, giggled, and loved, gearing for the next one.
Of course, there was going to be a next one.
This was Eric, her Eric, her first lover, her aggressive protector, single-minded savior, and her husband.
For this moment, now, it was only she and him.
And she was going to love him back.