The Wedding Night

Colonel Brandon and the new Mrs. Brandon had finished dining in the large dining room at Delaford.

Mrs Brandon had taken wine with her meal, 2 glasses, and was feeling slightly light-headed. However, she herself knew it was not solely the wine had her head turned. It would shortly be time for them to retire and she could feel the anticipation of the coming night within her very being.

The handsome Colonel stood and held his hand out. ‘My dearest Marianne. Let us sit awhile, I would have you play for me before we retire, if it pleases you?’

‘Of course, I would be happy to play for you, my love.’ Marianne smiled and bowed her head, taking his hand.

Christopher Brandon was using all of his gentlemanly reserve by not suggesting they retire immediately to their bedchamber.
His bride looked very beautiful, her gown cut in the modern fashion that showed off her pale décolletage to perfection. He was trying hard not to think of his hands, as they would be, removing her corsets, and felt listening to her play an ideal distraction. He smiled at her and bent to kiss her hand, his lips lingering slightly. He thought he may have heard Marianne gasp slightly at the touch of his lips but as he looked up at her, she averted her gaze.

They walked into the elegant drawing room and Marianne took her seat at the pianoforte. She chose the melody he had sent her from London and played as he watched her, her voice ringing sweetly around the room.

Marianne stopped playing and looked over at her husband. He was looking at her intently, a small smile on his lips.

‘You play with such joy, my love, it is quite wonderful.’ He smiled at her.

Marianne looked at him and tipped her head to the side in a coquettish manner. ‘I am full of joy! Why would I not be? Is it not my wedding day?’ She smiled at him.

He stood and put his hand out to her. Marianne walked towards him, taking his hand in hers. He held it to his breast, looking searchingly into her face.

‘You do not regret this?’ He asked her.

‘How can I regret love my love for you, or yours for me? What is there to regret when we have such love to share?’ Marianne smiled at him.

He leaned towards her and kissed her gently on the cheek as Marianne closed her eyes.

‘Let us retire, my love.’ He smiled at her and she looked down shyly as they walked from the room and headed towards their bedchamber together.

The arrived at the door and the Colonel paused. ‘Shall I wait awhile, my love, or will you permit me to enter?’

‘It would not displease me to have you with me.’ Marianne spoke softly, her cheeks flushed as she looked into his eyes.

The Colonel smiled at her and opened the door. The bedchamber was warm; a fire had been set in the grate. A lamp on the dresser bathed the room in golden light and as Marianne walked in, she observed her trousseau had been laid out on the linen box at the foot of the four-poster bed. She jumped as she heard the Colonel closed the door behind her. Never before had she been alone in a bedchamber with a man.

Marianne sat at her dressing table and began to unpin her hair. She watched her husband in the mirror as he began to disrobe. He had removed his tailcoat and hung it over a rail at the side of the bed. Her heart began to beat a little faster as he unfastened his necktie and started to unhook the fastening of his shirt a little. Marianne paused in her task as she observed him pull his shirt from his britches, averting her gaze as he looked over to her and caught her watching him.

Marianne unpinned her hair quickly, allowing it to fall in long curls about her shoulders. Christopher watched her as she did this and was pleased by her appearance with her hair let loose. He walked to where she sat and placed his hands on her shoulders.

‘Let me help you, Marianne…’ He whispered to her softly.

Marianne stood in front of her husband and he kissed her rosebud lips gently with his. They had shared a kiss on a previous occasion, chaste and sweet. The day he had offered himself to her.

This kiss was new, searching. Christopher put his arm around Marianne’s waist and pulled her body to his as his tongue pushed its way into her mouth. Marianne gasped and kissed him back, her head swimming as she started to feel something she had never before experienced.

Christopher felt a stirring in his groin and did not wish to scare her. He pulled away gently and she opened her eyes. She had not experienced such fire in her heart before this day. He noticed her eyes had grown darker in colour; her lips were parted and flushed red.

‘I have never seen you look as beautiful, my darling Marianne…’He spoke softly to her and embraced her, running his fingers through her soft hair. He stepped away a little and Marianne smiled at him. His kiss had awoken her senses and she wished for him to kiss her again and again.

‘Will you help me with my gown, Christopher?’ Marianne spoke his name like fine wine on her tongue and he smiled at her. She was becoming more sure of him. Marianne turned her back and lifted her hair to enable him to unfasten her gown. His nimble fingers took their time to unhook her and he held the gown as she stepped from it and laid it over the chair at her dressing table.
He took her hand and gently led her towards the bed. He looked at her. Her corset was pulled in tightly, pushing her breasts upwards; the pale pink satin complimenting her naturally pale skin. She wore white stockings held up with lace; her underwear was close fitting and showed her shapely buttocks.

Marianne watched as he admired her. She observed his face light up with desire for her and started to enjoy his gaze. It was clear to her that her new husband had passion inside him that he had kept well hidden. Marianne felt she was perhaps the person who could assist him to bring it to the fore. To be loved by a man with such passion was what she had dreamed of all of her life.

‘Will you not kiss me again, my love?’ She asked him with a hint of a challenge in her voice and he looked her in the eye. He saw that she was enjoying the effect she was having on him and smiled at her.

‘In a moment, my darling Marianne.’ He removed his shirt, revealing his broad chest. Marianne’s eyes went wide as she watched him remove his britches.
He was fully naked in front of her, his manhood standing upright. He remained out of her reach and walked around her as she turned to watch him, his firm thighs, his rounded buttocks, and the shape of his penis. She drank him in with her eyes, her mouth open slightly.

Her Mother had spoken to her about male nakedness and what would be expected of a bride on her wedding night. Marianne had not expected to enjoy it quite this much and wondered if it was improper to be so enthralled by him.

Christopher walked behind Marianne and lent to her, kissing her bare neck gently. He reached for the laces of her corsets and untied them, slipping her soft curves from their confines and turning her to face him.

‘My heart is yours, my beautiful Marianne…’ He sighed as he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately, his tongue finding hers as they thrust into each other greedily.

Marianne could feel a stirring between her legs, and wetness. She couldn’t understand it but she was enjoying the sensations that tingling amongst her nether lips. They clung to each other and Marianne gasped. She felt his manhood through her underwear and stepped back a little in shock.

‘Do not be afraid, my love’ His eyes were full of love for her. ‘I promise, I shall do nothing to hurt you.’ He smiled and took her hand, leading her to lie next to him on the bed.

Christopher lay next to Marianne and kissed her deeply. She kissed him back and allowed her arm to wrap itself around his waist pushing her breasts firmly into his chest. The touch of flesh against flesh was arousing her, her pink nipples were hard against him and he gasped, realising he had to slow down or he would reach his own conclusion before he had ensured her own pleasure.
‘Permit me, my love…’ He looked at her as his hand found the top of her underwear and slipped it from her, exposing her nakedness. Marianne felt a thrill of excitement as he did this and sighed gently.

Christopher looked down at his new wife. Her legs were splendidly clad in their white stockings, her soft curls were exposed to him for the first time and her breasts were pert and begging for him to take a nipple into his mouth. He did just that, bending his head gently and covering her nipple with his soft lips. Marianne shuddered and her buttocks wriggled a little on the bed. This was a newfound pleasure and she could barely contain her desire to shout out. Christopher traced a line from her breasts to her stomach and laid a hand softly over the soft triangle at the top of her thighs.

‘Oh Marianne…how I have longed for this day, my love..’

‘I too, my love…’ She answered him, her awareness fully on his hand, he felt warm and she had no idea where he was going next. She wanted his touch, her body sang with desire for it.
Christopher bent his head close to hers and they looked into each other’s eyes as he slowly explored her feminine curls with his smooth fingers. He found her moist and gently ran his fingers through her labia. Marianne bit her bottom lip and gasped a little. She had no knowledge of such a feeling and thought she may faint away with the pleasure of it. His fingertip brushed her clitoris and Marianne could not stop a low moan escaping her throat. He covered her mouth with his and continued his stroking and caressing as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth.

Marianne felt a sensation upon her the like of which she had never imagined. She found herself gasping, unable to breathe; the sensation between her legs was building to a point where she had not control over her body. Christopher was aware she was hitting her peak of pleasure and moved his slick fingers quicker across her clitoris.

‘Oh…oh my…’ Marianne moaned beneath his mouth, unable to continue kissing him, her hips pushing themselves upwards as his hand stroked her faster. Her orgasm washed over her, wave upon wave pulsing between her thighs, her nipples as erect as they had ever been. As she calmed, he continued to kiss her as he lay himself gently between her thighs.

‘Oh my love…my beautiful Marianne…I love you so…’ He looked down at her face; her eyes were closed as she savoured her first orgasm. She was elated, ecstatic…why did no one tell her this was the way of it?

‘And I love you, my husband..’ Marianne opened her eyes and looked at him in awe of how he had made her feel. She adored him before but this, his touch, his passion, she needed him now.

Christopher kissed her, passionately, before raising his head. ‘I promise to be gentle, my love. You are still wet, I will not hurt you.’

Marianne gasped as she felt his manhood at her nether lips. Christopher had a need to be inside her but he knew he must go slowly, this time, her first time. Later, perhaps, he will be able to take her as his passion was driving him to. He gasped as her felt her wetness over the tip of his penis. He gently found her entrance and pushed in a little, pausing to look at Marianne’s face. Her lips were slightly apart, she was hoping he would not hurt her but she wanted him inside her. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the feel of him.

Christopher took his time and thrust himself into her wet vagina, slowly, gasping. She was very tight and he felt a little resistance, which he knew he must push through.
He kissed her, trying to hold on to his rising desire, and thrust himself firmly inside her tightness.

Marianne gasped as he entered her. It was an exquisite pain, a slight aching and then, nothing but pleasure as she enveloped the whole of him in her.

‘Oh…my love!’ She cried out with joy. He filled her up and she knew his love for her was complete.

‘Ahh…Marianne…my Marianne…’ She was warm and tight and very wet, he knew it would not take him long, but there would be other times this night to teach her the ways of loving him.

He began to thrust his penis in and out of her. Marianne shuddered at the feel of it, her vagina started to contract against his length and she knew the feeling he had brought her to was about to happen again. She cried out in sheer ecstasy.

‘Oh Christopher…my love….’ She held onto his shoulders, her nails digging in and he knew she was reaching her peak as he reached his. His head went back and he stiffened as he spurted forth into her, thrusting himself as deeply as she would allow him, his legs trembling with the force of it.

He lay inside her and caressed her face. She smiled at him and he kissed her tenderly.

‘I had no idea…’ She sighed and smiled as he bent to kiss her again.