Chapter VII - The Wedding Night

Chapter VII - First Night Together

The festivities continued for hours. John took some ribbing, and Sara received a lot of teasing. She was enjoying herself but she was also skittish. The women had helped her with everything except what to expect on her wedding night. John had not discussed it either except to say he would make her "his" as though she were fully aware of what that meant. Of course, she had ideas; she had read romance stories, but they were about life on old earth. She had never read about anyone like John.

Just before sundown, John excused himself and went outside. The women, quieter now, relaxed and talked among themselves. Sara took a deep breath and asked the question, to no one in general, to them all. "Exactly what will John expect of me?" she asked.

Some of the women looked uncomfortable, even shy. Jan said, "he will expect all of you dear."

Kim giggled but said nothing.

Finally, Sofia said "we cannot help you with this Sara. John would not like it, not one bit. It is his place to take you where he wants to go, is it not? Are you afraid?"

"Yes," Sara admitted. "I am afraid."

"All I can say is that it will hurt a bit. He is not a small man by any means, but I'm sure he will be as gentle as he can be. You are a virgin?"

'"Technically," Sara said.

"Technically?"

"Yes. When I was about 17, a man forced me to, you know, kiss him. He was caught messing with me, touching me, trying to have sex with me but nothing else happened."

Jan added, "It is best if you are not all that experienced. You will be taught to do things his way which will help you get along, right? Might I suggest you just do as you are told as best you can. Can't go wrong that way. And, it won't matter anyway for he will have his way. He usually does," and she smiled.

About that time, John came to the doorway. Sara looked up at him, and his eyes were smouldering, the only way she could describe it. "It is time," he said and held out his hand.' She stood up and walked to him, and he reached down and caught her in his arms, lifted her to him and turned and walked out the door. The women said not a word.

He walked with her in his arms down one level to the ledge area, down the old stair ways in the back. At the ledge, she could see he had made a bed for them. It was a warm, beautiful summer night and, here, they had the privacy they needed. She wondered how she would react, knowing all the others were around. She should have known he would make plans for them. As they neared the bed, he put her on her feet. When she began to move away a bit, he held her arms. "Take off your dress,"

"Here?"

"Where else" he said with a smile. "Shall I help you?"

He reached for the belt around her waist and untied it slowly. A small breeze caught the garment and blew it around her a bit. From both sides, he reached under it and touched her breasts. She lost her breath. He touched and carressed, testing the weight of each one with one hand, then the other. He tweaked her nipples which instantly became hard and pebbly, and somehow, they sent an erotic message directly to the place between her legs.

"Ohhhh," she moaned and started to lean toward him. He turned her around and drew her against him from the back while he continued to caress her breasts. He kissed her ears, her neck, kept loving her breasts. She didn't know how long she could stand this, but she didn't move a muscle. He drew the dress completely off her then and tossed it aside. He moved his hands further down, to her belly which he gently rubbed, teasing her belly button, then down and down. When he finally touched her between her legs, she felt like she could not stand up. Her legs were wobbly.

"Spread your legs a little," he told her. She did but he said "more" and she did. Then, his fingers slipped inside the lips of her sex, sliding over the sensitive tissue until she was squirming. "Stand still," he told her and she really did try, but she could not. She moaned so while he touched her that he, himself, began to breathe heavily. "So sweet," he said, "so very sweet."

He must have known how it all was affecting her for he gently pushed her toward the bed and lowered her and then himself upon it. He, also, was eager to touch her and feared he would rush things and frighten her. When she was lying on her back and looking up at him, he slowly began to remove his shirt, then his pants. Even with the failing light, she could see him clearly and she wondered how she would handle all that. Her eyes must have conveyed some of her distress for he smiled and said, "you will adjust to me, just to me, in time. But, for now, you must accept me as women have been doing for men for eons. I will try not to hurt you, but it cannot be helped. Soon, though, after a few days, you will feel no pain unless I want you to. I love you very much and want you to enjoy my touch, if you can."

Then he covered her body with his and began kissing her mouth with deep, deep kisses, while his hands clenched in her hair. They lost count of the "I love you's" and "I want you's." She could feel his hardness against her, but the kisses drugged her in such a way that fear went into the background. She tried to lift herself to him, but he was too heavy. He pinned her to the mattress as he kissed her over and over. She was delerious with it, the kissing. When she began to have difficulty breathing, whether from his weight or the sheer wonderfulness of it, he moved off her and drew her atop him. He maneuvered her body until she had one knee on one side of his hips and the other knee on the other side. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly to him. She placed her hands on either side of his neck and arched her back. She needed him badly now, she realized.

He nursed at her breasts for a long time, interspersed with more kisses. She couldn't help herself. She began to beg him "please, please," not even knowing what she meant but believing he did.

He did. "Sara, I want you to get on your hands and knees" and she moved to do so. "Now, put your face and chest on the bed, spread your knees as wide as you can." She did, and he moved into position behind her, placing his knees just behind her thighs and his hands just above her shoulders. It was an age-old position of dominance for, if she tried to get away, she could not move forward because of his arms. Moving backwards would only impale her more. He took her hands and placed them in his own, holding them just above her shoulders as well.

"I do not want you to fight me, Sara," he said, "I want you to surrender to me. Do you understand?" He did not wait for an answer but used one hand to position himself to enter her, then back to her hand. He nudged and pushed a little, and she whimpered a bit. "You have never been with man, have you?" he asked.

"'No sir," she replied.

"Ah, then' he said not explaining what he meant, and he pushed a little harder and she whimpered a little more. Even harder and suddenly he was in, past the opening and she cried out. "I'm sorry h darling," he said but pushed a little more. His need was too great for much gentleness.

"It hurts," she cried, but he was relentless, pushing a little at a time until he was fully inside her.

"Take deep breaths and blow air slowly out through your mouth" he said. She did and it seemed to give her room to adjust inside, a bit.

"I have fully penetrated you and have made you mine, as I promised." He let his weight fully lean against her bottom, and she knew he spoke truly. He stroked in and out slowly, touching her skin with a hand while heating her inwardly with his movements.

He took a hand and moved her legs even farther apart, impossibly wide it seemed to her and he continued the in/out movements, gaining a sort of rhythm.... push, whimper from her, push harder, more whimpers from her. She had no control of his movements and just let herself accept it. What else could she do? The juices inside her became her friend, and the pushing began to feel very good. She found herself backing into some of the strokes, painful or not. She felt she had to reach some destination.

So did he. Eventually, his strokes became longer and harder, even harder until she was frantic. He continued until the destination point was found and he climaxed with a yell and a final hard shove, holding himself against her. After his breathing slowed, he knew she had not climaxed so he reached under and used his fingers to bring her to orgasm. She seemed surprised when it hit her and she cried out in pleasure and bucked against him. He waited a minute and did it all again, and she came against him once again. Exhausted, he rolled over and lay on his back. He petted her, caressed her, whispered sweet nothings, but she stayed in position as though without the will to move. Finally, she lowered her bottom and closed her legs and sighed. He pulled her close, very close and, for hours, they cuddled and talked, and he would pose her again and again, and they reached for the stars. Finally, they slept.

To be continued ...