Isaac's Hour: A Bridal Night

I wrapped up my last email, closed my browsers and shut down my PC. I shot a quick text to Isaac to let him know I’d be home soon, and he quickly responded to say he’d be at least an hour. That gave me adequate time to drop in to the store for some dinner ingredients and a bottle of wine.

I strolled through the aisles, filling my basket with some steak and fresh veggies, which gave me a moment to reflect.

Isaac and I had been married just shy of three months now. The busy rush of marriage, visiting family and friends as newlyweds, honeymooning across the States, and moving in together was now over, and we’d settled into a peaceful routine as newlyweds. Weekends were spent renovating our home and taking spontaneous day trips out while weeknights were spent together getting to know each other both personally and intimately.

I had just finished plating up dinner when I heard the garage door opening, announcing Isaac’s arrival. He soon entered, and I felt butterflies in my stomach as I watched him shrug off his coat, roll up his sleeves, and stroll towards me.

“I missed you,” he murmured as he enclosed me in his embrace, kissing me softly on the lips.

“I missed you too,” I breathed as I wrapped my arms around his neck, massaging the back of his head.

After dinner, he gathered our plates and took them to the kitchen sink.

“That was really good,” he remarked. I felt my body warming at his casual compliment.

Isaac was working tireless, long hours at his new job, and it filled me with joy to be able provide for him at home. As we cleared up from dinner, we reminisced on our day, him washing and me drying.

I felt his touch linger as he handed me over a plate, his hands brushing over mine longer each time. I responded to his touch, brushing my body against his as I cleared away the dry dishes. With the last of the dishes done, he dried his hands and stalked towards me.

I could see the heat in his eyes and felt my breath catch in my throat.

Wordlessly, he linked his fingers in mine and led me down the hall and into our bedroom.

The late winter sun streamed through the shutters, casting a golden glow in the room. Turning me to face him, he gently grasped my chin with one hand, bringing his lips to mine in a heated kiss. His other hand settled on my waist, slipping under my blouse and caressing my bare skin.

I clutched at his chest as he tilted my head back, deepening the kiss, his tongue pushing past my lips and hungrily exploring my mouth. For a fleeting second he moved away before returning to trail a path of kisses down my jawline and to my ear.

Gently biting on the lobe, he whispered, “I want you, Belle.”

We’d both saved ourselves for marriage (that being another story), and even now, three months in, each time we came together like this felt like a first. Each passion-filled night gave way to new experiences, learning each other’s bodies and what bought the other pleasure. It truly felt better and better each time.

Reaching up, I caressed his chin, feeling his harsh stubble against my soft skin, running my fingers against his lips. His tongue reached out and he gently sucked on my thumb before grasping my wrist and placing soft kisses on each of my knuckles. I drew my hand lower to the top of his shirt and slowly unclasped each button, running my fingers through the soft hairs of his chest until all were done and I was able to peel the shirt from his body.

He pulled away, eyes trained on me as he unclasped his belt and stepped out of his work pants.

“My turn,” he growled, turning to me.

His hands reached to my waist, untucking my blouse and pulling it over my head. Next I felt his fingers on the zipper of my skirt, slowly lowering it down my legs before pushing me gently in a seating position on the edge of the bed. On his knees with his hands at the base of my hips, he fingered the band of my pantyhose, mouth meeting the place his fingers just left. Slowly inch by inch he peeled away the nylon replacing it with the touch of his mouth. I moaned as I felt his lips on my waist, my hips, my thighs and down my legs to my calves until he’d completely removed my pantyhose.

With our clothes now strewn in a mess on the bedroom floor, we moved to the bed. I lay on top of the pillows, and felt his body lower down on top of mine, chest to chest, hip to hip. His hardness pressed against my inner thighs as I wrapped my legs around his, moving in sync with his body. His mouth left mine to trail a path of kisses down my chest and to the top of my breast, his hand reaching behind me to unclasp my bra.

He fumbled with it for a moment, not quite having mastered the technique of unclasping it with one hand yet. I laughed softly and reached behind to help him free my breasts. In an instant, his mouth was on my hardened nipple, sucking gently. I moaned as I felt his teeth graze the sensitive bud before moving to the other.

With my fingers clasped in his hair, I bucked against him as he lavished my breasts with oral attention. We had quickly come to the knowledge early in our marriage that my breasts were extremely sensitive, and his mouth on them could bring me to the edge.

“Gosh Isaac, you make it feel so good!”

Wanting to draw this out, he lowered his mouth down my body, until I felt his lips graze the top of my panties. His mouth lowered and I watched him as he planted a kiss on top of my mound. My panties were soaked at this point, and he groaned against me as he tasted me through the fabric. I whimpered as I felt his tongue lick back and forth over the length of my lips, my panties the only barrier to his goal. Growling in slight frustration, he grasped the material and peeled it away from my body before taking his own briefs and joining them to the pile on the floor.

With both of us now naked, we each took a moment to drink the other in. Slowly he lowered himself onto my frame, his hips meeting mine once again, this time with nothing between us.

“You ready, sweetheart?” he asked, searching my eyes for an answer.

I nodded, widening my thighs to let him move between them and right up against me. I felt his thick, hard shaft pressing inside me as I gently guided him in, gasping at the familiar, slight but sweet sting as he stretched me.

He held my head in one hand, and my hand with the other as he gently rocked into me, deeper with each stroke. Leaning up, my mouth met his in a heated kiss, our tongues quickly forming a dance in unison with our bodies. His strokes increased, both in speed and depth as I felt the familiar warmth low in my belly begin to grow.

“Please don’t stop,” I whimpered against his teeth as he stroked even deeper.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, and I moaned in his mouth. Gripping my hips with both hands now, he slammed into me, our bodies slick with perspiration. He froze inside me for a second before I felt him spill his seed deep inside me and I came undone. My body writhed against him as I came in waves, his strokes slowing, drawing out my pleasure.

Clasping my hand, he led me to the bathroom, our bodies still humming with pleasure. Leading me to the shower, he drew me to his embrace, kissing the top of my head. Looking up at him, I watched as his face broke into a crooked grin.

He remarked, “Maybe we made a baby tonight.”

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