CHAPTER 24

Rain pelted the bedroom window as a summer storm passed over the cabin, but curled up in bed next to her husband, Monica was perfectly content. She had hardly dared to sleep for more than a few minutes at a stretch for fear that it would all be a wonderful dream, but eventually she had fallen into a deep and restful sleep knowing that when she woke Andrew would still be holding her tight. Now, morning had come, and that was true, and she couldn’t have been happier.

A slow smile spread across her face as she thought about the previous night. She had been so afraid and unsure but Andrew had swept away all of those fears. He had made something she had only known as brutal and ugly into the most beautiful experience of her existence.

Sometime during the night he had pulled up a sheet to cover them and Monica shrugged it off her shoulder and pushed it down partway as she traced lazy circles on his chest. Her head was nestled just under his shoulder and the sound of his steady heartbeat echoed in her ear. She ran delicate fingers over his flattened nipples, watching in fascination as they pebbled up when she grazed her short nails over them. The breath caught in her throat and then quickened, but his remained slow and even.

Becoming bolder, she snaked her hand under the sheet, rubbing it lightly over his stomach and then lower still, through the course hair that grew there. Her fingers stilled as her eyes darted up towards his face. From her place resting on his chest she couldn’t see his features clearly, but his heartbeat told her he was still asleep.

Slowly she moved her careful fingertips to touch him, and felt him instantly respond to her even in sleep. The feel of him lengthening beneath her touch sent a fluttering feeling up and down her spine. Gently she wrapped her fingers around him and felt him harden within her hand, and an answering throbbing began deep within her core. A moment later she heard his heartbeat speed up. Her eyes widened as she raised her head to see him gazing at her through passion-filled eyes.

“Good morning,” he said huskily.

For an instant she felt incredibly shy, but the way he was looking at her made her feel like the most desirable creature in Heaven or on Earth. It filled her with a confidence she had never thought to feel. His love and desire flooded into her through their connection and there was no room for any doubts. There was no right or wrong to the love between them, and no matter what she did or didn’t do; no matter what he did or didn’t do, they never needed to feel awkward or unsure. They would learn together, and their love would only grow stronger as they did.

“Good morning,” she replied, voice turning sultry.

“And getting better all the time,” he said with a raised eyebrow as his hand joined hers under the sheet.

He covered her hand and guided it up and down several times, groaning as she quickly caught on and took over, her face lighting up with a possessive smile.

“You do that too well,” he growled and then pulled her up to kiss her deeply, stealing her breath away.

He ran his hands up her back and over her shoulders, concentrating on touching as much of her soft skin as he could. He was sure that nothing softer had ever been created. Before she had been hesitant and had followed his lead, but now her lips moved against his, her tongue seeking entrance, her one free hand resting lightly against his cheek. When she finally pulled back it was to only a breath away. She looked down at him, eyes dark with need.

“I love you, Andrew,” she said, voice clear and strong. “I want to show you how much.”

His eyes grew wide even as they darkened. He drew her down for another kiss and stroked his fingers through her hair. “You have already shown me, angel,” he whispered as he trailed kisses to her ear.

She kissed him lightly on the cheek, smiling at his words, and then stroked him one more time before releasing him to straddle his stomach and fan her hands out across his chest.

“I think you were asleep the last time I did this,” she said lightly as she circled his nipples and then moved her hands to grip his shoulders as she slid further down his body and kissed her way along his jawline.

The feel of her warm body moving above him was enough to make him nearly give up on his promise to let her take the lead, but he held back a groan as she took her time kissing every inch of his chest. When she looked up and saw the look of intense concentration on his face her heart swelled with love at the same time a tiny piece of her mind smiled in satisfaction.

She leaned forward to kiss him again, and he kissed her hungrily, his hands running along her back and then settling, one at the base of her spine, one at the back of her head. Her hair fell forward to form a curtain around them, tickling at his neck, and intoxicating him with the sweet smell. As they kissed, she reached down again, to take him into her hand. He was still ready for her, and before he could react, she was lowering herself onto him, letting out a long sigh that turned into a moan as he filled her completely. His eyes shot open when he felt himself suddenly surrounded by her warmth, and again he strained to keep his own passion in check. Slowly she began to move, and his hands on her hips helped guide and steady her as she rose above him, breath coming in quick bursts. He moved his hands to cover her breasts, lightly cupping them, and brushing the stiff peaks with his thumbs. She let out a gasp and moved faster, and the feel of her tightening around him brought him that much closer to the edge. She was trembling, her body nearly ready to let go, and then his hands were on her hips again, stilling her motion, holding her in place, and her eyes met his, first in frustration and then in understanding. He was still afraid of hurting her. She bent forward, her heart thudding loudly.

“I trust you with everything that I am, Andrew,” she whispered, and then she kissed him, gently and tenderly. “Please, let yourself go. You won’t hurt me.”

He looked deep into her eyes, trying to judge if she was just saying that to please him, but all he saw was the mirror image of the love he felt for her. With one swift motion and a startled squeak from Monica, he had flipped them over, never breaking their connection.

“I love you so much more than you can imagine,” he said huskily, and then he drew back and thrust into her, drawing a low moan from her as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck.

He continued moving, faster and harder, just a bit deeper with each stroke as he kissed her neck and the sensitive spot on her collarbone, and the delicate planes of her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open as sounds of pleasure and words of love poured forth in a constant stream. She was urging him on, faster and faster, and his passion wouldn’t let him hold back any longer as he surged towards completion. With one hand he reached between them, and his long fingers rubbed gentle circles around her delicate nub. Only moments later he felt her tightening around him and he pushed into her one final time as she cried out his name and he buried his face in her shoulder and emptied himself into her, whispering her name into her ear, over and over again. Even afterwards, he continued to move within her, drawing out the last of her sensations until he finally slipped from her body and kissed her tenderly on her forehead and eyelids and her bow-like lips.

Rolling over, he pulled her close again, her head once more resting on his chest, his fingers tangling through her hair.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly, with a hint of mischief, “this has been a pretty good morning.”

He left out a chuckle as he kissed the top of her head, feeling her fingers lightly running over his chest and he again marveled at the way things had turned out.  Though she would always belong to God first, she also now belonged to him, this little creature who was all angel, part child and part woman, who he was now joined with for all eternity.  He would want for nothing more.

“How about breakfast?” He asked her after a moment, realizing that his fingers in her hair were lulling her into a contented sleep.

A sleepy smile crossed her face, “That wasn’t breakfast?” and she giggled at the sound of his laugh.  She  was convinced she could definitely live off him alone for awhile.

“One of the best appetizers of my existence,” He informed her with a grin, “But I still believe that a shower and something to eat are in order.  We’re going to need energy for later.” He kissed her softly, before he moved from beneathe her and grabbed their robes, donning his and then opening hers to allow her to slip inside.  He watched the shy smile on her face and he held back a chuckle as she turned her back modestly to slip into it and tie up the front.  Andrew then took her hand and led her from the room.

“I thought you were taking a shower?” She turned her puzzled dark eyes to him as he led her into the bathroom, and he smiled at her tender innocence.

“Angel, we’re on our honeymoon and I don’t plan to let you out of my sight,” With his free hand he turned on the faucet and then the shower, waiting for the mist from the water warming up to fill the room.  Turning back to her, he captured her eyes with his own as he untied her robe and slipped it over her shoulders, where it made a soft carpet at her feet. 

Moving to untie his own robe, her hands stopped him as they undid his robe and it joined hers on the floor.  Her cheeks were slightly flushed and he wondered if it was from the stream coming off the shower or if she was simply as intoxicated by his closeness as he was with hers.  Smiling, he took her hand once more as they stepped into the shower together.

The hot water washed over them both and Andrew smiled as Monica tilted her head back and closed her eyes  to allow it to wash over her auburn hair, leaving it smooth against her head and down her back.  She was a beautiful vision and he felt a stirring in his heart at the fact that she was now united with him for all eternity.  His dreams had all been realized and he felt his fingers tracing her face tenderly as that thought alone consumed him.

Picking up the soap, and moving around her, he ran the bar over her back, still marveling at her perfection as he finished lathering her and allowing the water to rinse it all away.  Turning her around to face him, his breath caught in his throat as her eyes met his and his hands idly ran the bar between them before laying them against her breasts,  feeling the full, soft flesh beneath his hands, as he ducked his head to kiss her neck, working his way down her shoulder.

Monica’s heartbeat quickened and she felt her nipples harden under his touch as her body responded to him once more.  Catching his face in her hands, she pulled him close for a kiss that rendered them both breathless.  His hands running down to her hips caused goosebumps despite the warm water and she pressed herself up against him as a contented sigh escaped her.  She knew that days of separation would come and the mere thought of it caused a physical ache deep inside of her, but for now, she only wanted to be as close to him as possible.

 She closed her eyes once more as she felt him working shampoo into her long tresses, taking his time as if commiting each strand to memory.  The intimate action soothed the worries from her heart and once the water had washed the soap from her hair, she felt him brushing it aside and the kisses he laid against the back of her neck sent shivers up her spine.

Unable to control herself any longer, she turned around and captured his mouth once more, her small hands resting against his chest, as her tongue hungrily explored him.  She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer, feeling his own need against her leg, but her patient husband was in no hurry though she felt him smile against her mouth at her own impatience.

“You’re insatiable, angel,” Andrew whispered as he pulled away enough to allow his hands to roam over her wet breasts, plucking at her nipples playfully as a soft whimper escaped her, “I’ll have to teach you some patience.”

Her eyes widened in mock indignation, “I guess we’ll see about that…” She replied as she slid down his body to his manhood and gently ran her tongue over him, smiling in satisfaction at the shudder that went through him.  She had a brief moment of hesitance; of not wanting to do anything wrong.  But this was Andrew, her best friend, her husband and she knew that with him there would never be a wrong.  Drawing him into her mouth, she worked slowly.  She could feel him throbbing and his body growing tense against her as she tasted him for the first time, revealing in the fact that she could bring him such pleasure, judging by the sounds that were erupting from him.

“Angel, angel, stop…” He forced himself to reach for her hand to pull her up once more, knowing if she didn’t cease that particular action, he would not be able to finish this the way he truly wanted to.

Monica grinned as she brought her face close to his, “Who needs to learn patience again, Angel Boy?”

“Minx,” He uttered, before pinning her up against the shower wall and lifting her slightly.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she felt him slide into her and she threw her head back as their bodies joined once more.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he began to move with her, his deep and slow strokes nearly driving her to the edge of insanity.  She began to move more urgently against him, needing to feel the release that only he could give to her.  Small cries escaped her as she felt his own release within her as she tightned around him and they seemingly fell off the edge of the world together.

Minutes later, once they had caught their breath, Andrew kissed her lovingly before laughing at her words.

“So, are we going to work our way through the house room by room?”