New Horizons

She nuzzled his face gently when he kissed away her tears, her hands running over his neck and chest as they shook horribly. Even though his affections didn’t make the pain just go away, it made her feel safe. How could he care for her so much? But he did, he did since the first day they were married. Even with the pain and discomfort she still felt close to him, but really how could she not feel that way when she was making love with her husband for the first time? She just always thought it was going to be a terrible experience that would scar her for her entire life, but really it was quite beautiful for her. She touched his face in return and kissed him, then nuzzled and kissed his neck, trying to self soothe herself along with his affections to calm herself down.

When he pushed further in she made a soft keeling sound, her body trying to adjust to him. She was breathing heavily through her mouth but it didn’t seem she could catch her breath at all. She grunted and dug her nails in, shuddering as his hand went down her leg and she found herself arching up into him without even realizing she was doing it. Her hands sunk into his hair as he rested against her chest and she moaned softly, running her fingertips through the strands before she gripped at his hair as another pleasurable shudder shot through her. Her legs rubbed against his sides as she shifted them and she felt so hot it would have been entirely uncomfortable in any other kind of situation.

When he pushed even deeper she sat up slightly as her legs trembled and she moaned louder before her back rested against the bed again. Sounds were pouring from her lips, as gentle and demure as she was but not lacking an ounce of pleasure. She gasped a few times in succession and let her hands run down his back, her lips parted and her face contorted in desire. How did such pain turn into this? “Andre” Her voice quivered as she spoke his name, opening her eyes to look at him and touch his face. She shifted her hips and gazed in his hungry eyes “You...you feel…” She blushed and grew bashful, placing her face into his neck and bit her lip as she tried to keep herself proper and quiet but…she just couldn’t, moans and whimpers kept leaving her.

She thought she was supposed to be quiet, quiet and proper and lie there like a lady. But he seemed to be encouraging her to do far more than that and so she did, for if that pleased him most she surely wouldn’t deny. And to be honest, she really was struggling to hold back the sounds building in her and didn’t know how woman in her village did that…but then again, married woman in her village did not have husbands that looked like Andre and she had a feeling none of those men probably made love like him either. She groaned loud and long when he pushed all the way in, gasping harshly when he pulled back but then she was groaning once again when he just pushed right back in. She grabbed at his hair harder, just needing to release the tension in her somehow.

Ever thrust she cried out and at first she didn’t understand what he wanted her to do again, but then she understood and pressed her mouth against his ear “Andre” Her voice was husky and full of passion and she nuzzled the side of his face “Andre!” She said louder, her voice hitching. This was like nothing, ever, that she could have imagined. Her mother had made sex sound boring and miserable, but this was the best damned thing she had ever done or felt in her life. She gripped his hand as there’s clasped together, her other hand grabbing onto him hard to stay anchored under him. Her back kept arching, pressing her chest up against his mouth. She didn’t mind at the moment that his gentle demeanor was gone, she didn’t mind this wild animal like personality. When he put one of her legs over his shoulder she made a surprised sound and her eyes widened as she looked at him, a few breathless giggles leaving her before she focused back on their actions.

As the pleasurable pressure built she didn’t know what to do with herself. She grabbed at the bed, gripped his skin, shifted under him and her cries got louder and more uncontrolled. Every thrust made her body shudder and she started to arch her hips against his, meeting some of his thrusts. She tried to say his name again but it got lost in a moan and she closed her eyes and felt her body get more and more tense. It felt like the first time, but far, far stronger and it made her legs tremble. She took in a few sharp breaths then gripped him as hard as her arms could manage as she shuddered and shouted as her climax rushed through her body. The tension contracted in her and then suddenly she felt that odd heavy light feeling and she went limp back against the bed, her eyes closed as she panted.

Her body felt…glorious. It was like she didn’t weigh a thing lying there, she felt too good to feel anything but just an overlying wonderful feeling. She didn’t feel sore or feel where he had bit her or had left bruises from grabbing her, she just felt amazing. She lied there with her eyes closed and panting so hard she felt like shed never catch her breath again and she suddenly realized then with his body heat away from her that her skin was clammy from her and his sweat cooling on her skin. She smiled to herself and bit her bottom lip softly as she slowly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, listening to his rough breathing before glancing down to herself. She was a woman now…a real woman, no longer a girl but a woman married to a man. She could still feel the sensations of his kisses and thrusts and she found herself smiling more, but she couldn’t seem to move a muscle, she felt like jelly.

She rolled her head to the side to look at him, gazing at him with a soft blush to her cheeks. What did she do now? What did she say? Did she leave him alone and let him sleep or would he want more? She wasn’t opposed to more, but she didn’t know if her body could take it after all of that. She very slowly rolled onto her side to be closer to him, tucking her arm under her head and brought one of her hands across his chest as she watched him “Was I…I mean, did I…” She pursed her lips and shifted closer to him to bury her face against the side of his chest and sighed blissfully, closing her eyes and just enjoyed being close to him like this.

She had wanted to know if she had satisfied him, if he had been pleased with her in bed but she was shy to ask but also very nervous of his answer. Would he tell her she was awful? Point out of the things she had done wrong or shouldn’t do again? These things concerned her and since she had never slept with a man she didn’t know if his behavior was good or bad. He had seem as pleased as she had been through the whole experience, but what if that really wasn’t pleased? What if that had simply been him just thinking everything was alright but not good? Oh yes, she worried, she worried very much but his smile made her smile back and then all of the sudden he was kissing her in such a way that made her tired body spark alive. She leaned up against him as their mouths met and she thought no, he had to be happy with her, everything he had done and still did showed she hadn’t failed in bed with him, at least not enough to upset him.

When he pulled her on top she squeaked in surprise and blushed, sliding her hands against his chest as she looked down at him. With his hands on her again she didn’t feel anymore just like lying on the bed exhausted, she wanted more to see that he did as well. She kissed him back and caught up in that moment she had no inhibitions, she touched his face and hair and kissed his neck as if they had been lovers from the start. The second time around she was far more comfortable and not so tense in the beginning, she knew now what to pretty much expect, though with Andre was full of surprises. But she moved her body easier against him and felt more at ease touching him and making noise to show him how wonderful he was. She was still far from perfect and still had moments she was unsure or awkward but she made love with him as many times as he wanted until he could no longer keep going and then found herself curling up against his side and falling asleep.

She didn’t think she had ever slept as heavily as she did that night but when she woke up she felt more tired than when she had fallen asleep. She took in a deep breath and slowly began to move from her side onto her back to stretch…and she instantly made a pained voice and groaned “Owwww” She whimpered, scrunching up her eyes and hissing softly. Last night had caught up with her. Her head was pounding as it seemed all the liquor she had drank last night finally caught up with her and her body from the tip of her toes all the way up every inch of her body was sore as sore could be that she immediately stopped moving and lay there half on her side and half on her back. Her legs were so much like jelly she didn’t think she’d ever be able to walk again and a few places on her body were particularly tender and when she glanced down at herself she noticed some bruises littered on her body that were the culprits. She glanced to Andre and of course, he was left unharmed, even when she had scratched at him she still hadn’t left marks. She felt like she got run over by a truck too many times.

She stopped looking at her bruises when he stirred and looked over at him, pursing her lips and yes, she did feel a little shy. With no more liquor in her system and it wasn’t dark anymore she did feel exposed and a bit awkward. They had never made it under the sheets, so she was lying there totally exposed in the light of day and everything looked different in the light of day. Even with all the (glorious) love making she still feared he may just look at her and realize she was boring and not want her. She started to giggle softly when he pulled her close but then her body jolted as the soreness lit up ten-fold but she bit back a painful groan and just sucked in a breath instead. She touched his back and side as he lay there, staying quiet so she wouldn’t disturb him. When he sat up she just smiled at him and admired his body in the daylight. She was far more a morning person then him.

She watched him go to the bathroom, looking at him below the waist then blushed at what she was doing and pulled a pillow to herself, holding it as she tried to will the pain away from her body but it seemed to go down deep into the bone and she knew she would be sore all day today. By the time he came back out she had hissed and ouched her way to sit up on the bed and smiled at him again “Morning” She murmured, gazing at him before looking down and fiddling with the pillow she used to cover herself. She looked back to him as he began to ask something and looked expectant, but then blinked when he asked about breakfast. Normally she would carefully argue with him that she needed to cook for him, but today she didn’t think she’d ever make it out of bed. She started to nod but he was already turning and go downstairs. She frowned and felt…confused. He was acting awkward...or was it her acting awkward that made him seem awkward? He had been so sweet and touchy and affectionate last night and now he was just…out of bed and gone.

She frowned more and sighed, wondering if her mother had been right after all, men had sex and then…that was it. She shifted and then let herself fall back against the bed and stared at the ceiling quietly. She knew she should have gotten out of bed herself, take a bath, get dressed and go downstairs but she just did need have the energy. Everything hurt and she could barely move without making a face. She would just stay here until he called her maybe…if he even called her at all.

While she laid there she had started to drift off again for her body was in desperate need of more rest, though when she heard Andre’s voice telling her to wake up her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head just in time to see him get on the bed. Since he didn’t look irritated she was still lying there she smiled softly and rested her head back against the bed and just watched him “Sorry” She murmured and gave him an apologetic look, but once he laid over her her body instantly began to respond. She tensed and sucked in a breath through her nose, goose bumps rising on her skin. Her body was so tired, if she had any less proper wife training she would have told him she could take no more, but who was she to deny her husband if he wanted to bed her more? But she relaxed when he turned playful instead of sexual and she smiled wide and giggled, then started laughing as he tickled her and she made a pained groan though kept grinning “Nooo, Andre, noo, it all hurts!” She laughed, though she would take the pain, she loved when he behaved like this.

She squeaked when he suddenly put her ontop and her body protested for a few moments before her muscles relaxed. She leaned down close to his face and shook her head at his first question then made a funny face “Hung?” She repeated, not understanding what hung over meant, but her head did still hurt like hell. “I am over you?” She said slowly, wondering what he meant by his question and if it was as obvious as she was taking it to be. She put her arms around his neck then burst into laughter when he blew another raspberry on her tired skin. Once her laughter subsided some she rested her chin on his shoulder and turned her face into his neck, breathing in deeply and realized her body smelled like him entirely and she really liked it “I didn’t know if you wanted me to go downstairs with you…” he had gotten up and left so briskly, she hadn’t known what routine was supposed to follow after having sex.

“Oh” What a weird word, hung over, what did that have to do with anything when someone drank too much? It showed all over her face she thought it was weird but she nodded “My heard hurts” She told him, along with everything else on her body but she’d keep all the details of her pain quiet. She then made a face when she remembered the drinks “I don’t think I want to drink again…” It had made her forget things and her stomach hurt and now her head hurt and it all hadn’t tasted that great anyway. But it was easy to forget all her pains when he was so playfully and silly, she had never gotten this kind of playfulness, not even much from her mother after she grew out of being a child and she never had any friends to play around with. She may have been a shy, demure creature on the surface but deep down she did want to laugh and be goofy.

She gasped and laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder “I cannot walk around naked!” What a thing to say! Walk around naked like that….she would die of embarrassment, what if someone saw? It wasn’t proper at all but then again she had not been raised Wolf. She shivered when he touched her breasts and she did blush some but instead of hiding her face she just watched him then kissed him softly and touched his face with one hand. When he set her back on the bed she was a little surprised, she had been certain he would want to take her again but she was kind of relieved he didn’t, because although she was sure she would enjoy it her body would have been complaining the whole time. She smiled when he tugged on her leg and she forced herself off the bed, creaking and groaning like an old woman but she grabbed her robe and went downstairs with him to enjoy the feast he had made. It was a very good morning.