“Vicki, I don’t know him, but many men are overprotective of their daughters.” He smiled and said, “I’ll try not to be that way with ours.”
Vicki sighed. Our daughter...
* * *
Miklos kissed her hair and prayed to find the right words. “Only you and I can know if this is right. I love you so much, Vicki. I always will. That’s all I need to know. Whether we marry now or a year from now, our love won’t stop growing. I want our life together to be full and meaningful, but if you want to wait until you feel…”
Vicki shook her head. “I don’t need more time to know how I feel. I know you’re the one. The only patience I need is with myself--my crazy fears and emotions.”
Relieved, Miklos smiled and tucked a few damp strands of hair behind her ear. “I understand. Worry about such a big step is to be expected. So, do you want to do this today?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
She nodded vigorously.
He cleared his throat and said, “I assure you, Vicki, in front of all our ancestors and witnesses, I will always love you. I won’t harm you or allow anyone else to do you harm. We will be as one. Do you understand?”
She sniffled and nodded.
“Will you do the same for me?”
“Of course I will. I want to be with you through everything. And, I bloody well won’t let anyone hurt you, either. I’d mutilate anybody that tried. I love you so much.”
Smiling to himself, Miklos took both of her hands in both of his. She curled her fingers around his big hands as she faced him.
“Then, I Miklos, take you, Vicki, to be my wife.” He waited until a light of recognition appeared in her eyes.
“Oh, and I take you, Miklos to be my husband.”
Miklos faced Ron and Simone dropping only one of Vicki’s hands. “Can you please hold the broomstick about a foot off the ground?”
Ron smirked. “Kind of low for limbo, isn’t it amigo?”
Simone shushed him.
Once the broom was stretched out in front of them, Ron became more serious and said, “On the count of three, all right?”
Vicki and Miklos nodded.
“One, two, three.”
The newlywed couple held hands and jumped over the broom together. Miklos grinned, put his hands on either side of Vicki’s face and drew her lips to his in a tender kiss. The kiss didn’t end. Instead, the passion grew. He let his hands drop to her back and pulled her close. She was responding with the same passion twining her fingers in his hair, her other hand clutching the fabric of his shirt, and taking in shallow, erratic breaths.
Miklos heard Ron say, “You may kiss the bride. Oh, never mind, you’re already doing that.” After several delicious moments of kissing his new wife, he heard Ron again. “Well, we’re going to leave now.”
He didn’t break the kiss to say goodbye. He merely waved.
* * *
When other people they didn’t even know began to clap, they pulled back and gazed around at a dozen happy but unfamiliar faces. The bar and deck occupants had moved to a place where they could watch at a distance. Vicki had barely been aware of them. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and then wiped his neck where she had drenched his shirt and let out a nervous giggle.
“Let’s get going,” she whispered.
Miklos took her hand in his and led the mad dash for the woods. How could she have doubted this man? He was the most honest, sincere person she had ever known, and he cared about her--loved her. Miklos Roman. My husband. She giggled, then chuckled, and eventually wound up stumbling and laughing like a hyena.
When they stopped, he smiled, but cocked his head. “What is it?” he asked.
“I didn’t even know we were getting married, at least not at that moment, and now we are.”
His brows knit and the smile disappeared. “Did it not happen as you would have wanted it? It seemed like the right time to...”
“Oh, it was! It was perfect. I’m sorry. I’m still just a little…I don’t know…my vows. I promised to mutilate anyone who tried to hurt you in front of dozens witnesses.”
He said nothing, but his eyes didn’t move from her face.
“Miklos, please don’t be upset. In a way its better that I didn’t know I was taking my vows. I didn’t recite anything that someone else wrote. I didn’t say what I thought I should say. I just said what was in my heart.”
An expression of contentment replaced his look of apprehension. He nodded, and she knew he understood. It was odd how she could already tell what he was feeling from only a glance or an intonation in his voice.
“I really loved it,” she said softly as she came up beside him. “The song, the confession, even the tears. It was a beautiful way to become your wife.” It felt odd to think of herself as a wife, but saying it made him smile.
It was all very surreal, but she couldn’t be more certain that marrying him was the right thing to do. The only thing to do. And she’d get used to being a wife. It was just so new.
Miklos gazed intently into her eyes. “Are you ready for the rest of it, Vicki?”
She glanced around her. They were in a quiet place on the side of the hill where the grass was tall, and no buildings stood. “Here?”
He nodded. “My people have made love in the open for a thousand years, Vicki. To show your love in the most intimate way without shame before God is the most beautiful and honest declaration of all. I will ask the universe to keep us from discovery.”
Before she could think, he swept her into his arms and kissed her. His mouth melted hers. The surge of emotion was instinctive, inescapable. She could only respond. She felt her heart pound and her nether regions tighten. Her mind went blissfully blank and there was only Miklos. She couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. Soon their bodies would be coupled too, finally!
When eventually she pulled away to catch her breath, his eyes were smoldering. An answering heat rose from her center. His lips covered hers again, and all thoughts of the place he had chosen to make love vanished. All that remained was the desire to do so, soon and often. He drew her in closer, crushing her breasts against him.
She slipped her hand into the back of his pants and squeezed his taut ass. She could feel the hard ridge of his penis pressing against her, and a moment later she could have sworn she already felt him thrusting inside her. How could that be?
* * *
Miklos endeavored to loosen his grasp and gentle his touch. It took a Herculean effort, but he told himself he didn’t want to scare her with the full force of his passion. Oddly enough, she didn’t appear to be frightened at all. She was fumbling at his buttons, and pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. He assisted long enough to remove the shirt without tearing it apart.
With his chest expanding and contracting in deep breaths, he gave her a moment to appreciate his dark coating of chest hair, and then he slipped his hand under her dress. He stroked his fingers over her thighs and listened for any protest. If she were shy about revealing her body, he’d allow her to keep her dress on. To his surprise, when he reached her waist, she wasn’t wearing any underwear and didn’t seem shy at all. She took his hand and guided it to her center then let out a little mewl as he fingered her bare mound and damp folds.
She reached for his belt and unhooked it as his other hand traveled further up her back too unhook her bra. She wore no bra, either. Cupping her breast, his thumb found her nipple and he rubbed it. Breathless, she grabbed and tugged at his zipper. “Miklos, help me get your pants down.”
He stilled her hand. “Wait, my love.”
“What?”
“Not like this.” He bent down to kiss her. The tender kiss seemed to calm them both. “I am anxious too, but this should be done with tenderness, love and respect.”
She was panting. “All right. But the second time, we can just shag like rabbits, right?”
Miklos would have been shocked, but he was learning the innocence of his wife’s fra
nk and honest comments. She reminded him of a child who blurted out whatever was going through her head. He chuckled and told himself that at least he would always know her mind.
Smiling, he stroked her cheek. “We will explore every way there is to make love. I will do everything to please you. After all, we have a lifetime to do it and so much love to express.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her mouth. The heat stirred, then smoldered between them, and like embers touching a combustible substance, their fervor blasted to life as if it were never interrupted.
Miklos pulled at the zipper of his black pants. He kicked off his shoes and yanked the sweltering pants off along with his socks. Vicky tugged her dress up and off, and tossed it over her head into the long grass. Facing each other, nude, they took a moment to pause and appreciate one another’s bodies in all their natural glory. Miklos was acutely aware of her eyes staring at his long, erect cock, thick with need.
He kneeled and pulled her down in front of him. They pressed their bodies together and kissed deep and slow. He let his hand run down the length of her back and cup her under her round bottom. She was so soft there. Touching and kneading her satin skin, electricity left his nerve endings tingling.
He scooped her up just long enough to lay her down. He leaned over her so he could touch her creamy skin. He ran his hand over the front of Vicki’s body as if he were memorizing every inch of her. Her breasts were full, but not excessively large, like his mother’s. Neither did they sag. They sat up high and round. He felt her and sighed with the joy of at last touching her bare body. She gazed up into his face and let him feel her freely. Her nipples were so hard in contrast to her bosom that was so soft.
Her hands found his throbbing, erect shaft and stroked. He groaned. Letting himself lean back and appreciate the incredible sensations rippling through him, he afforded her the same precious time to feel his body however and wherever she wished. At last, he knew he wouldn’t be able to experience the exquisite agony much longer without coming in her hand, so he disengaged her grip long enough to lie on the soft grass.
Miklos rubbed her breasts and ran his hand over her hot, wet pussy. He rubbed her there and he lowered his mouth to her breasts. Her legs stiffened and she took in a sharp breath. As he kissed, nipped and suckled her breasts and erect nipples, she moaned quietly. He wanted her to enjoy this experience and hoped that foreplay would make up for the pain he would cause her in a few minutes.
She reached for his cock and stroked him until she began arching and quivering. At last he watched her buck and shake on the brink of what he imagined was an earth shattering orgasm. She seemed to be trying to stifle her cries with her hand pressed hard over her mouth.
“It’s all right, my love. Scream if you want to. No one can hear us as long as we’re in our protected circle.” Glancing outward he confirmed the presence of the faint white glow circling them.
His penis was becoming painfully engorged just watching her. He couldn’t wait to enter her for his own sweet relief, yet he wanted to see her face as he sent her into her orgasm. He rubbed her clit in a vigorous rhythm and watched as her pleasure grew.
She writhed, and he watched her face redden and scrunch. Her legs vibrated wildly until she bucked and threw her head back. At last, jerking spasmodically, she screamed out her release. The intensity seemed to continue on and on. She came with force in what sounded like more than one orgasm, one right after the other.
Eventually she quieted and pushed his hand away. She lay sprawled and gasping, but she managed to open her legs in invitation.
“I love you, Vicki,” he whispered in her ear.
Thank God, his male family members had taught him all the finer points of pleasing a woman. Her face was a deep glowing shade of rose like her nipples. Even if entering her chamber hurt, he knew he had given her some pleasure first.
“Oh, Miklos!” She paused for another deep breath. “I love that you know what to do. I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”
If she had put it eloquently, it couldn’t have pleased him more. She looked up at him, smiling. She reached for him and spread her legs wide. Miklos positioned himself between her legs and hovered over her. “I love you, Vicki, and I’ll try not to hurt you.” He let her guide his swollen shaft into her opening. He paused there looking deep into her big, bright eyes. “Are you ready?”
With her legs still spread far apart, she bent her knees. “Yes, I’m completely ready.”
He smiled at her willingness. How fortunate he was to have found her. And now, she was his to make love to. He entered her slowly and reverently. They both moaned as he sunk his penis deep inside of center.
Even though he wanted more pleasure immediately, after he heard her deep intake of breath, he asked, “Are you all right, my love?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes.”
He pulled back and pushed in again--carefully--to lessen the pain he imagined she might be experiencing. She inhaled deeply, but wasn’t wincing. He advanced into her a few more times watching her, but she only moaned softly and began to answer his pelvic rhythm. The overwhelming sensations in his cock rippled and spread through his body. He felt the magnificent pressure build. “Vicki...” he whispered. “I love you for giving yourself to me so willingly.” She seemed to purr like a kitten and her fingers kneaded his biceps.
He let himself just feel, pumping his arousal in and out, keeping up the steady beat of his thrusts fixed to his internal music, but how long could she take it? His cock wasn’t small and he didn’t want to hurt her. “Vicki? Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I’m bloody marvelous. Keep fucking. Fuck me as hard as you like.”
Why did she insist on using that word? He was told it was derogatory. He’d gently remind her afterward that this coupling of their bodies and souls was too beautiful to be called anything but lovemaking.
He soon forgot his momentary disapproval. She seemed all right so he increased the speed and intensity a little at a time. Soon he drove in and out of her as his body wished—as her body wished. She had grabbed onto his ass and was cramming his body into hers even harder. She moaned loudly, but pounded her genitals against his.
He had heard that some women liked it rough. Perhaps the gods who looked upon them with favor from the start took care of the pain. Yes, that must be it. They won’t let pain spoil the experience for her. Feeling more confident, he forgot all self-consciousness and plunged in and out of her core with eager building anticipation. As the sexual tension mounted, so did his joy. Her moans were escalating, but still, it was a congenial sound.
Miklos’s pleasure grew. He had never felt such white heat and passion. It seemed as if the universe was answering their expression of love with one of its own. He approached the edge of heaven and rushed its gates as his seamen released. The thrill of his roaring orgasm was nothing he had expected. He saw stars, shuddered, and finally roared. Afterward, he sobbed in ecstasy.
Collapsing before remembering his bride was underneath taking his full weight, he quickly propped himself on his elbows and looked down at her face. She smiled up at him. A tear fell from his cheek onto hers.
“Miklos, why are you crying?”
“I’ve been to heaven. I made love to an angel and had a glimpse of eternity. You and I have been given a gift from the Gods to treasure along with our love, forever.”
She laughed. “You say beautiful things, but I’m not sure what they mean half the time, luv.”
Miklos kissed her on the nose and wondered about her blithe reaction.
She hadn’t been as profoundly affected as he, and it saddened him. Perhaps in a future mating she might feel as glorious as he did. For now, he was just happy that he hadn’t caused her agony. Then again, the raw power of the onslaught he had just experienced may have been too much for her to handle. He barely withstood it, himself. Whatever had happened, he felt it was beyond the ordinary. He kissed her, and told her repeatedly that he loved her, and that they wou
ld be together, sharing this forever.
“I know we have all kinds of time for sex in the future, but we only have a few hours right now. Want to have a go, again?”
“Can you?”
“Anything for my Miklos,” she said with love in her voice. “But, let me be on top this time.”
He was surprised but delighted, and he would do anything for his Vicki too, including letting her take a nontraditional position. Perhaps she had heard that it was more satisfying for women that way. He knew there were a number of different ways to copulate, and yes, they would explore them all until he learned how to bring her the kind of bliss she had just given him. He had already discovered that she loved it when he thoroughly suckled her nipples, touched and rubbed the sensitive nub at the top of her mons, and she apparently even liked his big, thick cock pushing its way inside her chamber--hard. How lucky could a man be?
* * *
On their way back to the ship, Vicki glanced up at her new husband from time to time. He squeezed her hand and smiled at her, sometimes bending closer to kiss her hair. She could have sworn he was glowing. She had never been adored before, but that was the word she’d have to use to describe how he made her feel. More than loved. More than cherished. Flat-out adored.
She had almost fallen asleep on top of him after their second round of phenomenal lovemaking. They did it missionary style, first, and then with Vicki on top. Her ass was pink and it stung from the slight sunburn. It felt oddly good as her dress brushed across her bum.
She noticed the tang in the salty breeze as they neared the ship. The stirring of the air felt refreshing whereas the sun still shown hot and strong at five p.m. Perhaps the heat in her body had more to do with the burning desire and passion she felt for her man. Miklos was anxious to please her, and she could have let him do any and every hedonistic act the two of them could dream up.
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