Anne and Gilbert's Wedding Night

As Gilbert carried his bride over the threshold of their new home he could hardly believe this moment had finally come. After years of rejection, pursuing, fantasizing and waiting, Anne was finally his. As he set her down, he did so slowly, letting her glide down the length of his body and catching his breath at the intimacy of it. She was so beautiful. Her shiny red hair was still piled loosely on top of her head but a few of the silky curls had escaped and were framing her face. Her green eyes were shining with love and passion and her pale skin was flushing under his gaze as his eyes traveled slowly down the length of her body. She was slim with curves in all the right places. She looked so pure in her wedding gown. "I'll soon take care of that" he thought to himself and then groaned audibly at the mental image it produced.
Anne stood there with Gilbert's eyes fixed on her and felt herself blushing uncontrollably. She could recall about a half a dozen times in the past when she had caught Gilbert looking at her with that same look in his eyes and she was momentarily embarrassed at the realization of what he had been thinking during those times. She watched his eyes as they hungrily devoured her from head to toe as she wondered what sort of lover Gilbert would be. Would he be slow and gentle in his lovemaking? Something in his eyes and his rapid intake of breath told her that would not be the case tonight. Unconsciously her own breathing became labored as she thought about what Gilbert would look like naked and how it would feel to touch him.
Gilbert noticed the change in Anne's breathing and his eyes were drawn back up to her face. The look he saw there was almost too much. Her eyes were wide and misty, her cheeks were flushed pink and her lips slightly parted. He swiftly drew her to him and as she let out a surprised gasp his mouth descended on hers, his tongue forcing her lips apart as he kissed her deeply and thoroughly.
Anne's head was spinning. Even she had never imagined a kiss like this. As her legs grew week she clung to Gilbert and returned his kiss with equal passion. Her body was pressed tightly against his and she could feel his unmistakable arousal, she let out a moan.
Hearing Anne moan and knowing he had caused it was almost too much for Gilbert. He was more aroused than he had ever been in his life. His body was aching with need. Reluctantly he broke the kiss and once again swept Anne up into his arms as he made his way to their bedroom.

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