by Ruth Regan
"Eliot," she said softly, "I forgive you."
He looked astonished for a long moment, and then a single tear slipped from each of his blue eyes. Slowly, he enfolded her in his warm embrace. She could feel his fingers pressing into the flesh of her back, running over her as if to confirm that she was real. His touch was profound and grateful. It made something stir deep and low in Cara. She pulled back from Eliot and took his face in her hands. Then she looked up into the dark blue pools of his eyes, which were glinting in the moonlight.
"Don't stray from me, husband," she said solemnly.
"No. Never. Not now."
Their faces were very close, the air between them warm and full of energy.
"I'll run away if you do," she whispered.
He pulled her closer, his hands on her waist now, caressing her.
"I'd chase you to the ends of the earth," he murmured huskily, his lips brushing hers. "But I will never again give you cause to run, my love."
And then he kissed her. It was deep and urgent, and she opened herself to it. His tongue found hers, sending a stab of need through her loins. She could feel her pulse quickening and her nipples becoming erect against the thin material of her shift. Eliot's hands snaked down from her back to grasp her buttocks, pulling her to him eagerly. She moaned into the kiss, giving over to the sweet sensation of her husband's hands touching her, spreading her, kneading her flesh.
She wanted him to claim her for all time – as his wife, his one and only. She didn't care that they were outside in the center of the hedge maze. She didn't care that they were standing upon dewy grass with nothing but a canopy of stars above. The desire coursing through her veins was warm and urgent. She pulled out of the kiss. He moaned to feel her lips leave him.
"It's alright," she murmured. Slowly, she began backing away from him. She never took her eyes from his. Then she lowered herself all the way to the soft grass and lay back, raising her shift up and spreading her legs, offering herself. When Eliot saw the dark nest of her nether hair and the dewy pink entrance to her sex, his eyes became wild and hungry.
"I want you so badly," he growled. "I shall never want another!"
And then his fingers were fumbling with the buttons of his trousers. In a matter of a few seconds, he'd freed himself. When his erect manhood sprang forth, Cara couldn't help biting her lip in anticipation. The night of their wedding – last night, which seemed so long ago somehow – she hadn't really gotten a good look at her husband before they'd made love. Now the moonlight showed her just how long and thick he was. She marveled that all of that had fit inside her, and would again soon. A small bead of moisture stood at its bulbous head. The sight sent a wave of ragged desire rushing through her being. She wanted him inside of her, claiming her, filling her with his seed. She lay back, reaching for him as he advanced on her. His eyes were wild and hungry.
"My wife..." he murmured as he knelt before her, bringing himself to rest between her parted legs. "My Cara."
She lifted her knees and lay back all the way, bringing him with her. Then she felt Eliot's hand between them, reaching to grasp his slick member. When he brushed its tip over her sex, she moaned with need. She was aching, throbbing, yearning to be filled. She couldn't wait anymore. Her hips rose of their own accord, straining towards her desire, begging for him to penetrate her fully. Eliot needed no further urging. Without hesitation, he pushed all the way in.
There was some soreness from the night before, but it was nothing compared to the blinding satisfaction of having her husband inside her. She moaned excitedly, feeling her muscles tense around him. He didn't wait this time. Almost immediately, he began to thrust deeply, over and over again, pounding her, working her, possessing her. She cried out with each thrust. She loved the slick sounds of their bodies coming together, the feel of the cool moonlight caressing her face as his body kept her warm from above. Her breasts were bouncing freely, and when he reached up and grasped one, squeezing it hard, her breath caught in her throat. She was rushing swiftly towards that drop off that she had discovered the night before and knew she would climax soon.
"Yes!" she groaned. "Oh, yes!"
He leaned forward over her, quickening his pace even more now. He looked deeply into her eyes. She reached up, pushing his sweat-dampened hair from off his brow.
"I...love...you." he bit out raggedly.
The words sent her spinning over the edge.
"Husband..." she gasped. Her entire body seemed to pull together tightly, focusing on the center of pleasure between her legs. At the same time, she felt him become rigid in her arms, groaning as he achieved his release. Wild rivulets of sensation worked through her loins, through her chest, all the way to the tips of her toes and fingers. She held onto Eliot, rocked in his arms as the orgasm split her mind and carried her far, far away.
Little by little, after several long moments, Cara began to return to herself. She could feel the grass beneath her, her husband's warm body above. He was collapsed over her, and his breath tickled her neck lightly, stirring her hair. The stars overhead were twinkling brightly.
She smiled to herself as her breathing slowed. Somehow she knew that everything was going to be alright. She knew that her husband's heart was a complex maze, but no more complex than her own. And if she occasionally got lost trying to understand the twists and turns along the way as she navigated this marriage, well... She would find the true path eventually. Because she wasn't alone. She had someone to share her secrets with.
He was fallible. He could be strange and mysterious, by turns hard and exquisitely gentle. But then, so could she.
And one thing above all else was true: they loved each other.
The End!
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