Crimson Vows: A Bridal Night Awakening

The cool late-afternoon breeze made Gideon’s short hair dance slightly as he stepped out of the car. He let out a puff of air and shook his head slightly, having a difficult time believing everything that had happened. Less than six hours prior, he had been standing in front of his whole family and so many close friends, pledging himself to his beloved, barely breaking eye contact with her the entire ceremony. Once they faced each other to say their vows, the only time Gideon could remember looking away was when he sheepishly realized he had mixed up the rings and was trying to put his own on her finger. He grinned remembering the mistake, finding it amusing how nervous and love-struck he had been at the time. He stood with the car door open, staring at the beautiful mountain horizon as these thoughts flashed through his mind in a split second.

Waking back to the present, Gideon closed the door and took a quick look at their home for the next week: a lakeside mountain house that could almost pass for a cabin. He had searched hard to find the right place and discovered this location with the perfect balance of modern comforts and rustic simplicity. He circled the car to open the passenger door for his new bride, Annabelle. As he moved, he observed that the adjacent properties were spaced far enough apart that they were mostly obscured by the trees. “That’s good, just in case things get a bit noisy tonight,” Gideon chuckled to himself. Admiring her again for roughly the 500th time that day, Gideon helped Annabelle out of the car. Like Gideon, she had remained in her wedding attire for the short drive from the venue to the vacation home. Her dress wasn’t overly ornate, yet it was beautiful in its simplicity. Both of them cared little for fanciness and besides, their main interest was in each other.

Always a joker, Gideon put on his best impression of a stereotypical English butler and addressed his bride: “Welcome to your home for the next week, Ma’am. I will have your bags moved inside shortly. Might I be of any further assistance?” With a look of playful exasperation, Annabelle gave him a quick kiss, started toward the house and replied, “Come on, you big goof, I’m getting hungry.” Gideon shivered slightly as energy from her kiss bounced around inside him. They had both been very shy and had never actually kissed before the wedding. This was a new thing for him, and he loved it. All 13 times it had happened earlier in the day, he got the same adrenaline rush, and the 14th time was no different. And yes, the crazy man was counting. But by the end of the night, he wouldn’t have been able to say whether that number was 100 or 1,000.

Inside the little house, Annabelle explored the kitchen as Gideon brought their bags inside. They had packed lightly, so the task took almost no time at all. Having spent the past half day in dress clothes, they were both eager to get into something more comfortable. After a brief tour of the house together, Annabelle picked up her bag and headed for the bedroom. When Gideon began to follow, she suggested, “How about we change separately? We really don’t need to delay dinner any longer.” Knowing that watching each other change had the potential to be just a bit distracting, Gideon replied, “I guess you’re right… just a peek for now?” She began moving again, saying, “We’ve got all night, you’ll see everything soon enough.” With a wink, she turned and continued on her way. Gideon laughed, calling after her, “You’re such a tease!”

As there was only one bedroom in the cozy little home, Gideon decided to simply change in the living area next to the kitchen. Naturally, he finished changing first, opting for boxers, shorts, and a T-shirt. He hung up the various pieces of his suit, then went to check on Annabelle. As he approached the door, he realized it was open just a crack. The sound of clothing shuffling about was audible through the slight opening. Gideon moved right up to the door, careful not to make any noise. He could see his wife’s wedding dress laid out over the bed, but the door wasn’t open enough to get a view of the whole room. He shifted to the side slightly to change the angle and found what he was looking for. She was standing at the foot of the bed and beginning to dress herself. Gideon wished he had been a few seconds earlier. Annabelle had just finished putting on a very skimpy, partly sheer black bra and pantie set. He had just missed her being entirely nude, but even so, the view was spectacular. She was facing away from him, so the bra couldn’t be fully appreciated, but he got an eye full of her backside. It was a perfect balance of plump and firm, magnificently framed by the dark panties contrasting with her light skin.

As he admired Annabelle’s beauty, she put all the other clothes away apart from athletic shorts and a T-shirt, which she pulled on over the sexy undergarments, and turned to leave the room. Gideon reflexively pulled back and took a few hurried steps away from the door. Annabelle exited the room, saw him nearby and put two and two together. A knowing smirk broke out on her face, and with a hand on her hip, she asked, “Were you watching me?” Caught red-handed, Gideon admitted with clearly false reluctance, “Yeah, I was…” “Sorry, I know you wanted some privacy.” She was silent for a moment, so he added, “You’re really hot by the way.” Her grin grew bigger, and slowly walking up to him she replied, “Naughty boy.” Gideon embraced her, and to his surprise, heard a whisper in his ear: “I left it open on purpose, you know.” With a bit of a giggle, Annabelle kissed him on the lips, sighing slightly. After just a few seconds, she broke the kiss, saying, “Come on, let’s get something to eat.”

As they began to prepare the meal, Gideon walked up behind Annabelle and hugged her around the torso, just underneath her breasts. “You know,” he said in a mildly suggestive tone, “I’m getting hungry in a couple of ways.” Laughing, she pushed him off, saying, “Then keep helping me with this!” She turned to face him and pressed her body into his, picking up a suggestive tone of her own. “Besides, you need to take in some calories if you’re going to burn a bunch tonight.” Agreeing with her reasoning and appreciating her playfulness, Gideon set himself to work double time. Viewing that food as fuel for sexy time suddenly made it much more attractive.

All throughout dinner, Gideon’s heart rate was considerably higher than normal. Though the conversation was notably devoid of innuendo, he could tell Annabelle was slightly on edge. No doubt she was feeling the same anticipation he was. Gideon had to continuously remind himself to slow down, relax and actually chew his food.

After the newlyweds had finished eating and cleaning up the kitchen, they both stood still for a moment, wondering what was next. Gideon spoke up. “Well, dinner was great, thank you for another wonderful meal… do you want to head to the bedroom now, or do something else for a while?” At a slight loss for words, Annabelle replied simply, “No, bedroom’s good,” and started in that direction. Gideon could tell she wasn’t quite herself. He went after her, touched her shoulder and stopped her. “Hey, is everything okay? Are you doing alright?” She turned and embraced him, resting her head against his shoulder. With a bit of tightness in her voice, she said softly, “I’m fine, just…” Gideon took advantage of the break in words and asked jokingly, “Did I do something to the food?” She laughed, feeling the mood lighten a bit. “Honestly I’m getting nervous now.” Gideon pulled her closer, and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, you'll see everything soon enough." She leaned into his embrace, and he began to run his hand along her back, slowly tracing the curve of her spine. The feeling of her body against his was both exhilarating and comforting. It wasn't long before they were both locked in a passionate embrace, lost in the joy of their shared intimacy.

As they continued to cuddle, Gideon noticed that Annabelle’s breathing had become heavier and faster. He gently pulled back, just enough to get a better look at her face, and saw that she was blushing. He smiled softly, and whispered in her ear, “You’re looking pretty hot right now.” Annabelle giggled, and reached out to gently stroke his hair. The warmth of her hand felt incredibly sensual, and Gideon couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. The anticipation built, and he knew that he was about to fulfill a long-held desire. Just then, Annabelle began to remove her shirt, slowly and deliberately, each movement drawing out the pleasure of the moment. As the last thread fell to the floor, she turned to face him, her eyes wide with anticipation. Gideon leaned in, and slowly began to kiss her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. It wasn't long before their lips met, and they plunged into a passionate embrace. Their bodies intertwined, lost in a world of pleasure and desire.

Gideon continued kissing her neck, pulling her closer and closer until they were pressed against each other. He slowly moved his hand down her back, tracing the contours of her body, and then, with a gentle push, he guided her towards the bed. Annabelle followed willingly, her body arching slightly as she laid down beside him. Gideon slid under the covers and quickly stripped off his own shirt, revealing his bare chest. As they lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, they continued to explore each other’s bodies, both seeking out the most intimate and satisfying sensations. The hours passed quickly, filled with passionate kisses, tantalizing touches, and shared moans of pleasure. They moved together as one, lost in the depths of their desires, both feeling more alive than they had ever felt before. As the sun began to rise, casting a golden glow over the lake, Gideon and Annabelle finally came to rest, exhausted but content, knowing that their night had been filled with love, passion, and the fulfillment of their deepest desires. The world outside may have been waking up, but in their little mountain house, they had created their own private paradise, where every moment was filled with the intoxicating magic of love.

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