MARRIED TO ONE - PART ONE

FIRST NIGHT

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    Why do all fairy tales end with the wedding between the prince and the princess and they lived happily ever after? What did the ‘happily ever after’ constitute? Dorothy had been curious since her teen years. Unfortunately, even as a twenty-five-year-old woman she didn’t have the answer.

          Now it was her turn to marry. She was at the end of the fairy tale: she was getting married to Duncan Mills. All her family members and her friends were present and happy for her, just like in the fairy tales. In her case, there were no fairies; just two families rich enough to pull off a fairy-tale wedding. However, her fairy-tale wedding was a beginning, not a happy ending, with many twists and turns.

          Reality check began on their wedding night. After the hectic wedding party, Dorothy expected them both to be too tired for anything else. After they ate, showered, and got into bed, she felt a hardness behind her. Duncan had spooned her and was dropping light kisses on her neck. The feeling going through her was strange; she had never been in bed with any man in intimacy and she didn’t know what to make of how she was feeling. So she lay still.

          Duncan turned her around and planted a hard kiss on her lips before beginning a slow romance. He nibbled her lower lip while caressing her breast in her lingerie. A sigh escaped Dorothy’s lips and she held Duncan’s arms. He didn’t stop: he trailed kisses down her neck to her left breast, sucking on the nipple ever so tenderly while rubbing the right nipple with the pad of his left thumb. Dorothy threw her hands back and rolled her eyes; her nerves were on fire! She had never felt this way before.

          “Duncan…” she sighed.

Duncan stopped and looked at her, his brown eyes afire. “Do you not like it, my love?”

“I don’t know what to do, Duncan. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“I’ll guide you, love. So glad to be your teacher.” Duncan rasped. She couldn’t recognize his voice. “For now, do whatever comes to you. Allow yourself to feel everything you feel.” He kissed her. “Say my name.”

“Duncan…”

“Yesss…” And he went back to work. Duncan was determined to leave his mark on Dorothy now that he had her all to himself. She had told him that she was a virgin; he had been very wild before meeting Christ so he had some experience in that regard. However, he did not want to ruin the bright future that he saw with Dorothy so when she proposed sexual purity, he concurred. He had had the best courtship ever. Now, he wanted to give her a taste of earthly heaven. He was all hers, as she was his.

“I love you, Dorothy, and I’ll show you tonight.”

“I love you, too, Dun… oh…” her eyes closed to take it all in as he tickled her feminine button with one hand while keeping the other on her nipple. Sensations were flying all over her body; she couldn’t keep up. She felt wet down there, and Duncan stopped stimulating her. He rose to his full height, and she saw him. Her eyes widened; she couldn’t take all of that in.

Duncan read her well and told her, “You can. I’ll show you. Trust me.”

She nodded quickly. She wanted the fiery sensations to return. Duncan lay on the bed and moved Dorothy over him. He carefully guided her to sit astride him and he slid slowly into her to the hilt. Dorothy screamed and fell forward on Duncan. It took all of Duncan’s willpower not to release there and then. His wife felt good. He felt good in her. He ground his teeth and raised her gently, looking into her eyes. “I want to see you, Dor. Steady your knees and move your hips up… yeah… and down… yeah, like that.” He held the back of her waist to guide her. He felt the intensity building in her as his built up too. For a virgin, she was rocking his world really hard.

“Duncan… I feel… I can’t… Oooh….” Dorothy, a woman of thoughtful logic, could not complete any statement. Her mind could not function properly.

“Yes, Dor. Allow it,” Duncan ground out. He couldn’t control himself either. He quickly flipped Dorothy onto the bed (thank God for agility workouts), held her legs up and pumped into her. She moaned loudly; he groaned loudly. He didn’t care who heard them. What mattered was their mutual fulfillment at that time.

It did not take long for both of them to collapse in fitful pleasure. Dorothy was sated and smiling; she felt she could fly. Duncan was proud of himself: he was her first, and he was determined to be her only. He smiled.

As Dorothy lay in his arms, unable to fall asleep because of the new things she had discovered, she concluded that the fairy tales had not done justice to the ending of their stories. She was definitely going to rewrite them with Duncan. She snuggled and fell asleep, blissfully unaware of the clouds gathering.