The wedding night
"Did you see aunt lade? One would have mistaken her for the bride with the way she was dancing."
"Yes I saw her oh, hmm! It is amazing that at 58, she still dances like she's in her early 20's" he replied, battling with his tie.
"I know right?" I retorted smiling. "Your aunt is a total handful."
"Come here he called," throwing his arms Wide open ready to envelope me.
I abandoned unpining my well knotted bridal hair and all but ran into his arms sighing in content.
Lifting my face up with his right index finger while his left arms circled me, "did I tell you how beautiful you looked today?" He asked.
"Only a few hundred times," I shrugged.
"Then let me say it once more. You looked absolutely stunning. Every bit the beautiful woman I chased down the street two years ago and I'm glad that you're mine."
Wrapping both arms around me now, he pulled me flushly against his body. Getting no complains from me, he pulled me tighter, as If that was even possible causing me to giggle. Slowly, he bent his head down on mine and kissed my anticipating lips so tenderly and passionately. Twisting, turning, rolling, bitting, chewing, sucking and just about every sinfully beautiful miracle that could be performed lip to lip. I had warned him to show restraint when kissing me at the church and he had shown it just a little too much to my chargin.
I moaned deep and low into the kiss and let my hands do as they bidded. The hair which I had spent the past 5 minutes trying to loosen from its decorative knot, came apart at the mercy of my husbands hands. His very skillful hands. I threw my head back burying my chest deeper into his body as he latched onto my neck, performing the same miracles as before. He sucked, bit, licked, urghhhh! And I lost track of my thoughts. Though I was more on the receiving end, I was not a dormant player either. My hands found their way to his shirt, tearing it from his body, to mold and to hold.
Yes! This was my wedding night. The wedding night I had always heard snippets about. My first night with a man, my first night with my husband, and just like that, the horns began to hoot, the sirens began to blow, trumpets sounded, all my insecurities came crashing down on me. What if my boobs where too small? What if he feels they have fallen? Or worse still, what if he doesn't like their shape?
Oh! And my laps!! Oh god my laps, so big and huge, they weighed a ton. No! No!! No!!! I can't let him see my stretch marks, the ones bimbe said looked like ancient carvings just at my lower back to the top of my buttocks.
"Babes? Babes? What is it?" He questioned. Releasing me slightly.
"Urmmm, nothing." I replied, shaking my head
"Nothing?" But you just pushed me
"I did, didn't I?" I just wanted to ask if you'd like to eat something, I lied.
"I'm hungry he agreed. Smiling silghtly and pushing me on the mattress, but for something else"
The moment my back touched the linen off the mattress, I rolled off. So fast, you'd think it was hot coals.
"You're not hungry?" I asked my shock stricken husband. He shook his head, indicating he wasn't.
"Well I am," I said raising my half worn, half falling wedding gown off the ground and all but running out of the room.
I wasn't hungry, we both knew. I was just scared. I was the virgin, with a million insecurities who couldn't let her newly wedded husband see what a mess she was inside. I made a show of hitting the kitchen cupboards in search of food. I had to keep my pretense up. 10 minutes later, sitting on the cold hard kitchen floor, resting my back on the wall with nothing whatsoever on the gas burner, I admitted how foolish I had truly been.
"Sunshine?"
"Baby?" He called, opening the kitchen door ever so slightly. He stretched his hand out to me and I grabbed it as though reaching for dear life.
"You can come out now, he said pulling me out of the kitchen. Nothing is going to happen, not tonight anyway, he laughed." Making me pout. Of course he saw through my charade. "And....he continued, my hunger has been dampened by a cold shower which you also need by the way, no body should ever be that scared in their life." I was so relieved, I laughed so hard.
So yes, my wedding night didn't end with my husband "knowing me", but in assuring me, that yes indeed I had married a man who loved me, and obviously had my back even in his discomfort.
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