The Marriage Bed

“I do.”  Saying those words in her fiance's – now her husband's – church had been the most exciting moment of Heather's life.  Marrying the man she loved brought her the true peace she'd sought for years.  It had been quite a journey to get to that point, but wearing a wedding dress that day – something she didn't see herself ever doing for the longest time – felt completely right.  It was a turning point for her, something that solidified her two-year long relationship with Bill Jones and the end of her old life.  It was absolutely amazing for her, the idea of being married and being with one man for the rest of her life.  She just wished that the idea of sex for the first time with that man was as amazing.

It wasn't that she didn't want to have sex with him – on the contrary, she'd been waiting for the opportunity for quite some time, but he had insisted on waiting until marriage.  Considering her past sexual experiences, that was fine with her.  She had worked as a high-class call girl for quite some time, enjoying the best of high society in exchange for “companionship” and “arm candy” officially and for sex unofficially.  She wasn't one of the best escorts out there, but to even make it as a call girl one had to be quite the vixen in bed, which she was.  But having sex with that many men had left her jaded.  Sex and romance no longer went together; sex and money did.  Even meeting Bill hadn't changed that.  She'd changed careers, of course – it was worth it for a man like Bill, who was down to earth and really seemed to care about her when most of the men she met both on and off the job only cared about getting laid.  But that had meant quite a lifestyle change, going from high-class call girl to waitress at a high-end restaurant.  That included moving in with Bill, who made a good living but was not quite well off enough for her not to work.  It was worth it for the romance – being able to come home to someone who cared after work, who often had a gift waiting for her, who took her out to dinner because he loved her and not as a precursor to sex.  But she still couldn't make the leap in her mind to romance leading to sex or to sex being romantic – it simply wasn't for her, and never had been.  It made her money, and before that, in all her past relationships it had only served to get her what she wanted.  Still, she was looking forward to sex with Bill, not for the romance, but because she wanted to make him feel pleasure.  She'd driven men mad with pleasure for money, but in Bill's case, she wanted to do it because she loved him.  But as far as sex doing much for her, she didn't expect it to.

For all her desire to please her husband, after the wedding Bill did not seem at all eager to get to their hotel suite for their wedding night.  He seemed content to mingle at the reception with their friends and families, none of whom knew about her past.  That was more than fine with her – she wasn't particularly proud of it, though she didn't feel she did anything wrong.  She was simply providing for herself, but even so – it was a life she'd put behind her as soon as she met Bill.  Mingling at the reception was fine with her because it was real, unlike the forced interactions she'd had as an escort.  She'd become rather close with his family, and somehow when she'd met him she ended up spending more time with her family and growing even closer with them as well.  She found that romance tended to bring people together like that in a beautiful way.  It was so different than anything she'd ever experienced before, and even in her past relationships it hadn't been like this.  Eventually, the crowd of people who'd come to their wedding began to dissipate as the night wore on, and before long they saw their last guests – Bill's parents and her parents – off for the night.  Only then did they head up to their wedding suite at the same hotel where they'd held the reception.

It was made to look so special that it didn't fit how Heather viewed sex at all.  Everything in the suite were shades of red and white, but what really caught her eye was the bed – white pillows and white sheets made of soft cotton with rose petals on them, and rose petals were strewn about in a circle around the bed.  In between the pillows was a bottle of champagne, with a glass on each nightstand.  As she took it all in, Bill took her hand and led her over to the bed, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek as he sat with her and put an arm gently around her.  His eyes met hers for just a moment before he said softly, almost in a whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Heather responded as she stared back into his eyes, leaning forward as he did, their lips meeting.  He didn't deepen the kiss as she expected him to, and broke it a moment after.  Then she realized what he was doing.  He had the champagne bottle in his hands before she could even react, and popped it open.  A champagne glass was in his hand a moment later and her poured a glass for her and then one for himself.

“Here's to us, to our love, and to a long, healthy marriage,” Bill said before tapping his glass against hers.  She brought the glass up to her lips to sip the champagne as he did, the feeling of peace and rightness still resonating within her.  He was so romantic, so loving – he was perfect for her, to bring her out of the dark place and profession she had been a part of.  She took another sip of the champagne, sitting on the bed in silence with him as he put an arm around her again, simply taking in the moment as she laid her head on his shoulder.  Heather had never known happiness like this.  She'd been happy with him before marriage; saying “I do” had taken it to a whole different level.  After a couple more sips of champagne, Bill put down his glass and stood up, taking off his bow tie and looking over at her, “I don't know about you, but I'd certainly be more comfortable with the tux off.”

“I'm right there with you.  I've never been in a dress this hot and heavy before,” Heather replied as she put her glass down on the nightstand as well.  She'd been expecting this moment – it was finally time to have sex with the man she loved.  She'd seen him undressed before, shared a bed with him, but never had gone past kissing and cuddling with him.  It was intentional on his part to wait until marriage, and that suited her.  It had made their relationship more real to her and brought them together on an emotional level.  Before long Bill had his tux off and was in his boxers, and had helped her out of the cumbersome, traditional wedding dress she wore, leaving her in her strapless white bra and bikini-style panties.  She expected him to take off his boxers and take her as she had been in the past, but he simply sat back down on the bed.  Heather, despite being taken aback, sat down beside him and as soon as she did, he put an arm around her, “There...  A bit more comfortable now?”

“Yes, much more,” Heather replied, although she felt anything but comfortable.  Though she felt better physically with the dress off, she was caught off guard by the fact that he wasn't already all over her.  What was he waiting for?  No man ever got her in her underwear like this intending to have sex and waited that long.  She knew for sure that he wanted her on her wedding night, in their marriage bed; they'd talked about it before.  But he didn't seem nearly as eager as she expected.

“Well, now that we're comfortable...” Bill said softly with a smile as he put an arm around her.  There it was, that was what she was expecting – or so she thought.  But then, instead of pulling off her undergarments and taking her with any kind of lust like she expected, he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her deeply, running a hand through her hair.  As his tongue pushed into her mouth, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against his.  She'd never had a man take his time with her like this.  She had expected married sex to be just like sex had been for her in the past.  After all, how different could it be?  Heather was about to find out.

He kept her on his lap for a time, his tongue running along hers as he kissed her, hardly coming up for air.  She felt his hands in her hair and then stroking along her face, gently caressing her before moving lower, to her shoulders, then her sides, and finally her hips.  As he held her in his lap and kissed her, she felt his cock harden against her leg.  That was more like what she was expecting, but he still didn't act on it like she expected.  Before long he moved her from his lap, and laid her down, but it was gentle and not nearly as lustful as she thought it would be, and he kept kissing her as he lay over her, his hands still on her hips.  Incredibly different from what she was used to, he was combining romance with sex.  To be completely honest, it was really turning her on.  She felt herself growing wet for the first time in quite a while – after all, sex for money became so rote that it was hardly a turn on.  But this was like a flame slowly crawling down a fuse toward a stick of dynamite, a slow burn that was leading to an inevitable explosion within.  She kissed him back in earnest as this type of sex – married sex – awakened a passion within her that she didn't know was still there.

As she returned his kiss her hands moved over his hips and sides, up to his arms, caressing his biceps before moving to his shoulders.  He wasn't overly muscular, but to her in that moment, he was the strongest man in the world, not taking her lustfully as she expected but controlling himself and taking it slow, making it so romantic that it became meaningful to her again.  She rocked her hips slightly against him, desiring more for perhaps the first time in her life, truly wanting him to take her but he simply kept kissing her though he certainly felt her womanhood through their underwear against his rock hard cock.  His hands, however, moved from her hips slowly up her sides, and then around her, embracing her as he kissed her.  Bill would finally break the kiss as his hands moved to the back of her bra, gazing into her eyes as he started to unclasp the bra, much more slowly than Heather expected and wanted at that point.  Even so, all she could do was stare back into his eyes as he finally unclasped the bra and removed it.  It was then that he broke the gaze to stare at her breasts with desire, much like a child stares into the window of a toy store.

Heather blushed despite herself.  She'd been naked in front of so many men in the past that it had ceased to affect her at all.  For Heather, when she showed her body that much, it stopped being embarrassing to keep doing it.  But being naked in front of her husband, having him look at her like this was enough to make her blush.  He'd seen her naked before, yes, but never had he looked at her in this way, not right in front of her when he was about to take her.  His look of absolute desire for her never left his face as he leaned in and kissed her neck deeply, his mouth moving down over her chest, over one of her breasts to her nipple, which he took into his mouth and sucked lightly at first.  In the past she was the one to shower attention on her male clients like this; it was unfamiliar for anyone to shower it upon her and it was driving her wild.  Even that light sucking caused her to moan loudly, but then he deepened it and ran his tongue over her nipple.  Her back arched and her hips pressed up as she let out another moan, “Oh Bill...”

Hearing his name only seemed to spur Bill on.  He sucked even harder on her nipple, one hand moving to her other breast to rub it softly while his other moved over her side down to her hip.  She writhed on the bed beneath him as bolts of electricity shot through her body from her nipple.  She had never realized her breasts were so sensitive before – then again, she'd never been with a man who really played with her breasts like that.  Sure, others had touched them, but no one had ever been nearly as interested in them as Bill was just then.  As he played with her nipples with his hand and mouth, Heather realized that this truly was a night of firsts as she cried out his name again – Bill was the first man to ever make her say his name like that.  Whether he was driving her that wild because he was her husband or because of how romantic he was making this experience, she didn’t know.  All she knew was that her panties were starting to get wet with how much he had her turned on.  As amazing as his attention to her breasts was, it was nothing compared to what happened when he moved his hand from her hip and slipped it into her panties to play with her womanhood.

Heather’s eyes rolled back and her toes curled as she felt his finger running up and down her slit.  It sent shockwaves through her entire body, her core tightening with the stimulation. She rocked her hips against his hand as he continued to suck at her nipple, his other hand now moving to caress her cheek.  She couldn’t believe how gentle he was with her and thoughtful in the heat of their passion to caress her while his other hand started to play over her clit, a finger rubbing in soft circles around it.  She had never been so loud during sex before, but she finally started to realize that this wasn’t just sex, what they were doing.  This was truly making love, what it meant to be with a man who loved her and who she loved very much, bonded together with him in marriage and acting upon the feelings that their romance caused to well up within them.  Even beyond that, for the first time she was with someone who seemed to be putting her pleasure ahead of his own.  Or at least, it seemed that way to her but one look at his face would tell a different story – he was very much enjoying the opportunity to touch and explore her body like this.  He kept up the pressure on her clit with his thumb as two fingers moved lower along her slit, pressing lightly against the entrance to her core before slipping in.  She practically screamed with pleasure as he started to move those fingers in and out of her slightly.  However that was only a small taste of what would soon be coming, as he soon pulled those fingers out and then pulled his hand from her panties.  At the same time he stopped sucking on her nipple and sat up slightly.

Heather was left just as breathless by the way he suddenly stopped what he was doing as she had been when he was doing it.  Her body cried out for more as soft moans escaped her lips despite his hands being off of her.  Then she realized why he had stopped.  He’d moved his hands to the waistband of her panties and ever so slowly started to pull them down.  As her womanhood slowly came into view he stared at it in much the same way he had at her breasts before looking up toward her face, his eyes meeting hers as he pulled the panties off of her completely.  She gazed back into his eyes as she spread her legs wide, an unspoken invitation for him to take her.  He shifted between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers.  He hesitated then, which Heather found strange until he spoke, “I love you, Heather.”  With those words he pushed his hips forward slightly as he spoke, his cock beginning to slide slowly into her.

Heather arched her back and moaned wildly as inch by inch his length began to slide into her wetness.  He didn’t take her as other men had in the past, slamming into her again and again – instead he thrust forward slowly, inch by inch.  After being brought to this point, she could hardly take any more; she wanted him and she wanted him now.  She tried to thrust her hips forward to meet him but she found his hands upon them, keeping her from doing so and continuing his maddeningly slow pace.  Finally he filled her and let out a soft moan, his eyes closed as he slowly pulled back out at the same speed.  Her moans filled the room along with his as he took her slowly, his thrusts meaningful but far slower than anything she was used to.  As much as it was driving her insane that he was going so gently, it was by far the best she’d ever had.  It was much different from a man simply pounding into her again and again even though that was what she was used to.  She felt him finally move his hands from her hips but found that she couldn’t bring herself to thrust forcefully, finding that the slow, gentle rhythm he’d set suited her desires.  Her eyes closed as she moaned out his name again, her voice heavy with passion, “Oh Bill, my love…”

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better than what he was giving her now, she felt his hands upon her again, one taking her hand to hold it while he made love to her, and one moving between her legs to rub her clit softly as his cock slid in and out of her womanhood.  Her eyes snapped open and she cried out with both pleasure and love, squeezing his hand in return as he held her hand and her muscles pulsing around his cock as he played with her clit with the other.  She wasn’t sure what was more meaningful to her – the fact that he wanted to be so close to her, so intimate that he was holding her hand while he took her, or the fact that he was slowly bringing her to orgasm while doing so.  She’d never exploded when being taken before; that had never been the point, it had always been getting something out of her partner or earning money.  Even now, in her wildest dreams she didn’t think she’d be having an orgasm during sex, as the point was to be intimate and connected with the man she loved.  But as his finger slid over and around her clit rapidly, she knew he was giving her that.  She started to rock her hips harder she felt the shockwaves approaching and he sped up a bit to match.

She could feel him throbbing within her when she could finally no longer hold back.  Her back arched and her entire body stiffened as waves of pleasure washed over her from her core.  Her muscles clamped around his throbbing length as her juices flooded over him.  Her body writhed on the bed and her hand which held his squeezed down while her free hand was white-knuckled and gripping the sheets.  As the white lightning of her release coursed through her body, she felt him finally cum as well, squirting hard into her core.  She fell back on the bed breathing hard as he pulled out of her and moved to lie beside her, but his hand never left hers.  It was some time before she was finally able to catch her breath, but when she did so she looked over at him and found that he was already on his side, his eyes moving over her body, admiring her much as he had when he’d first taken her clothes off while they were making love.

“I love you,” Bill finally said with a smile as his eyes moved away from her body to meet her gaze.  He leaned in to kiss her softly, his lips brushing against hers.

“I love you too,” Heather replied after kissing him back, moving onto her side and wrapping an arm around him, draping one of her legs over his, “That was amazing…”

“Yes, it was,” Bill answered softly before coyly adding, “And there’s more where that came from…”  With that he pulled her close and kissed her deeply once more.  Heather pushed him onto his back and rolled atop him as she returned his kiss.  She slowly realized that not only was it her first time truly making love, but that it was only the first time they would be making love that day…