pulled them out and placed them on the dresser. He had quietly extracted the cork and poured two chilled glasses by the time Tanya's shower stopped. Leaving the glasses on the dresser, he returned to sit on the edge of the bed.
A moment later the door to the bathroom opened and Tanya stepped out.
He found himself sucking in a deep breath in an involuntary reaction.
She was beautiful, an alluring goddess come to earth.
'Like it?' she asked, uncertainty in her voice. 'I picked it out especially for tonight.'
'Beautiful,' he nodded unable to find the words to all the things he was feeling. 'The most beautiful woman in the world.'
His virgin bride wore a long, black, lacy negligee. It was sheer, giving glimpses of the voluptuous body beneath, but the intricate pattern of the lace completely obscured all the vital areas of her body.
'I thought black would be sexier than white,' she said, smiling now that she realized he did indeed like the gown. 'It's also easy to get out of.'
Rising from the bed, he walked to her and pulled her to him, holding her tenderly while they kissed long and lovingly. The fabric of the gown was so thin he could feel her warmth suffuse through it.
'Mrs. Weston, have I told you I love you?'
'Not in the past half-hour,' she said with a pleased sigh as their lips parted. 'And that's thirty minutes too long.'
'I love you.' They kissed again, her arms holding him a little bit tighter, but he could detect traces of tension and nervousness within her. He expected that. Thus the champagne.
When they separated again, he reached to the dresser and lifted their glasses.
'Mmmmmmm,' she said sipping the golden wine. 'This is a nice surprise.'
'Especially for you,' he replied. It was. A bit of alcohol would help relax her, and that was what he wanted. Too much would numb her.
Exactly what he didn't want.
So by the time they had shared that one glass and several more kisses, he was ready to get down to the matter at hand-making love to his wife.
'Do you want me to take this off?' she asked, indicating she was ready for the real wedding.
'I'd rather.' He reached out and slowly unfastened the buttons of her gown. Her eyes were on his. Her breathing was short and quick, nervous.
When the last button came free, he slowly opened the gown, like an artist unveiling a sculpture. It slid from her shoulders and dropped to the floor around her ankles.
His eyes took in all of her, devouring the unashamed beauty that stood before him. It was the first time he had ever seen her totally naked, and all the hints he had before didn't equal the magnificent woman that now offered herself to him-his wife.
Her hair, raven black and shining, hung loosely at her shoulders in a neat flip. Her breasts, though he had seen and played with them before, now looked opulently large, like creamy melons, ripe and full. Her stomach, flat and taut, trembled slightly as his eyes roved downward.
Her hips were flared, feminine and seductive. Her calves shapely and her thighs supple and smooth. But his eyes focused on the dark triangle of fleece bushed over the womanly bulge of her pubis. There awaited the virgin treasure his bride brought this wedding night. His cock twitched and jerked, coming to life at his crotch.
'Beautiful,' he whispered again, once more taking her in his arms and kissing her.
Despite her understandable nervousness, she melted against him. Her mouth reached for his and accepted the probing of his hungry tongue.
His hands caressed the silky smoothness of her back, reveling in the feel of her nakedness. He moaned softly as she pressed the waiting knoll of her sex against the rising stalk of his prick.
He wanted this girl-woman. Every cell of his body ached for her. His excitement was a fiery ball of need. He wanted to lay her on the bed and mount her, blasting her full of the desire he had contained within him for three months.
To have done that would have ruined everything. Unlike the eager boymen who rape their brides, either out of ignorance or a juvenile belief that a woman is satisfied by just having a cock slammed into her cunt, Chance Weston was a man. And he knew that what happened this night could well shape the sex life he and Tanya would share throughout their marriage. His primary task was not to sate his own carnal needs and lusts, but to see that this black-haired temptress was introduced to the pleasures a man and woman share, that she was satisfied. Then, she would satisfy him.
As their tongues danced and dueled around in their mouths, taunting and thrilling, he edged her toward the bed and lowered her atop the mattress. They embraced, holding each other close before he rose above her.
His eyes roved over the voluptuous curves of his new bride's body again. The now domed mounds of her breasts, shimmering like satincovered pillows. Her dark nipples standing atop each, stiff and hard in arousal. The haloes around those tempting buttons sleek and stretched looking.
Her thighs opened, parting for his intimate gaze. Small droplets of moisture welled from the lips of her vulva, lubricants already flowing within her virginal body, preparing the channel of her quim for him.
She shivered, raising her arms, beckoning him to her.
Pulling on the sash of his robe, he pushed it back over his shoulders, dropping it to the floor. His cock, thick and swollen with pulsating need, lanced from his groin. The black-tressed temptress stretched out before him trembled. Her eyes widened as they drifted down to his crotch.
'Big, you look so big,' she said, her eyes remaining on the fat bludgeon of his sex. 'I've never seen you so big.'
He moved beside her, sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing her.
The action took her gaze away from his cock. It wasn't larger than when she had held it, jacking it off. However, now, knowing his thick root would soon he shoved deeply inside her body, it seemed to have grown.
She saw him through the uncertain eyes of a girl. His kiss took her attention off his size and redirected it back to his love for her.
Lovingly, his tongue teased around in the warm sweetness of her mouth.
He kissed her firmly, with apparent eagerness, but tenderly, purposely controlling his own need so as not to scare her.
At the same time, his hand moved to her chest, gently fondling the bountiful mounds of titflesh she sported. His palms languorously slid around their bulging contours, working upward in titillating spirals.
His fingertips found the rubbery points of her resilient tits and caressed them, working all sorts of fiery sensations within her, thrills that raced on a direct line to the waiting cleft of her loins.
Unhurried, he toyed with her mammoth breasts until they heaved in deep, labored breaths. Then he slowly let his right hand drift downward, over her fluttering belly, and into the dark strands of her pubic moss. He found the silk-fringed slit of her virgin pussy and ran a fingertip up and down its slightly parted lips.
Accustomed to his touch, her body trained to the feel of his hands over three months, she spread her legs wider for him. When her thighs opened, his delving finger slipped into the outer lips of her labia.
Thick, syrupy juices flowed from the well of her body. She was wet and ready, but being ready wasn't enough for him. When he entered her for the first time, he wanted her aching, every nerve crying out for the feel of his cock.
Upward, his finger tickled, finding the nubbin of her clit. He rubbed and rolled it tenderly. She moaned around the mouthful of tongue he fed her. Her hands slipped down along his chest and over the rippled muscles of his stomach. At last her hands found the rigid stalk of his prick. As she had done for three months, she began jacking at the unyielding wand of lust.
Using a soft, stroking motion, he slowly whipped at the fiery needs of her body. At the same time, her hands tightened around him, moving up and down. This was the way he wanted it. Everything was familiar to her. She knew the pleasure of his hands. He wanted her to associate that with the greater pleasure he could give with his cock.
Her moans were constant now, quick pants of arousal. She writhed beside him, her hips undulating in rhythm with his teasing finger. She was close, rapidly rushing toward climax. But he didn't want to finger-fuck her. For
