Honeymoon

I had waited so long for the day.  Or rather, for the night of the day.  We were married, and off to our honeymoon.  I could remember having coffee with a woman and some girls from my Bible study years ago, talking about the concept of having a different dress for the reception.  She told me he might not want me to because he might want to take off my wedding dress.  Ever since she said that, I couldn’t wait.

We were off to the island we met at.  His parents had picked out a gorgeous bed and breakfast, right at the top of one of the ‘mountains’. We got off the ferry and drove the half hour route to the destination.   It was beautiful. Quaint, but homey.  The bedroom held a perfect view of the ocean where we had shared so many memories as teenagers.  The sun was setting, slowly, beautifully.  He held my waist, playing with the embroidery of my gown.

I looked at him, lost in my thoughts, in his eyes, at the moment, pushed the door closed gently, switched off the light, leaving the room lit by only the setting sun.  He put both hands on my hips, and pulled me slowly, gently, to the foot of the bed.  He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me, untying the back of my dress, while my face was buried in his neck, breathing in the scent that would be so familiar with the rest of my life.

His fingers gently pulled down the sides of my dress, leaving it in a pile on the floor.  I had my eyes closed. This was the moment I was always afraid of.  The first moment my new husband, my best friend, would see me, fully. I could feel his hands, soft as vows, tracing my stomach, my ribs, my breasts, my collarbone, pushing up my chin to open my eyes and look at him.

He spoke, locking my vision, “You’re beautiful, and you have made me so happy.”
He removed his jacket, placing it on top of my dress, his shirt, and then looked at me, hesitantly. Heart beating fast, and fingers uncontrolled, I reached forward, unbuttoning his pants, and sliding them off his nervous body. This was something entirely new to us.

Suddenly, I found myself, laying on my back, in a sea of blankets, the orange sun resting on my skin like fabric.  He was above me, running his fingers through his hair, nervously.  My chest rose and fell with my breathing, and he reached forward, pushing my hair out of my face.  He slid off my underwear, then his own.  Our eyes closed, and our chests rose.  I could feel him, exploring my waist, my hip bones, everything underneath.  Taking himself, taking a deep breath and entering me.  And then I could feel it, my future.

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