[Wedding] Wedding Night (for Zell)

Dec 08, 2011 15:54

After we said our goodbyes, Dairine hailed a cab, by darting out onto the sidewalk, putting fingers to her lips and letting out a shrill whistle. It may not have been ladylike, but it worked. Zell and I bundled in, and Dairine ordered the driver to take us to the best bed and breakfast in London. The driver tipped his hat, and we trundled off ( Read more... )

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spirited_hero December 8 2011, 21:44:05 UTC
spirited_hero December 11 2011, 00:30:41 UTC
polly_okeefe December 11 2011, 02:24:09 UTC
I let out a huge sigh and a groan of relief as he somehow managed to untie the corset stays and ease the thing off. I stretched and breathed deep. "Oh, god, Zell! I couldn't believe I could love you even more."

The corset came off with the outer underwear. What it revealed was the chemise beneath, and the wire cage that held out my skirts. We weren't done yet.

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spirited_hero December 11 2011, 05:42:04 UTC
polly_okeefe December 11 2011, 13:46:14 UTC
I laughed. "It's called a crinoline. There's a buckle. You undo it, and the whole thing parts at the back, and I step out of it." I held my arms up so he could see it.

We were getting closer, and my heart was beating harder in anticipation.

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spirited_hero December 11 2011, 18:09:14 UTC
polly_okeefe December 11 2011, 18:18:41 UTC
I had wanted to get Zell to work a little for his wedding night present, but the truth was I wanted this as much as he did. And he was doing a good job. I shook myself a little to loosen up the crinoline, and then I stepped forward, leaving the cage behind. Now I was down to a chemise and some frilly leggings, not to mention my boots.

I giggled. "Though this may be hard to believe, I'm already scandalous by Victorian standards."

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spirited_hero December 11 2011, 18:44:51 UTC
polly_okeefe December 11 2011, 21:35:35 UTC
Just because I was letting Zell take care of undressing me didn't mean I just had to stand there. As he came close and looked me over, I wrapped my arms around him and pressed myself close, kissing him. It gave me an extra thrill to feel his body through my single layer of underclothes.

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spirited_hero December 11 2011, 23:00:12 UTC
polly_okeefe December 11 2011, 23:19:16 UTC
"Oh, I don't think you'll be complaining all that much," I said. The last layer could be slipped off my shoulder and down, allowing me to step out of it. I figured that Zell would find that to be quite sexy. "After all," I said, reaching out and undoing the collar of his shirt early, "I know my dear husband doesn't like to wait too long..."

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spirited_hero December 11 2011, 23:29:56 UTC
polly_okeefe December 11 2011, 23:49:22 UTC
"I figured you were," I said. The winter chill on my naked body was a new feeling for me, and it added to the sensations that were buzzing in my head this night. Even though we hadn't waited until marriage -- and the thought that we could made me laugh a little -- I knew that this night was going to be extra special.

I manoeuvred him around and pushed him against the bed. Then I straddled his lap and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. As I did this, I leaned forward and kissed him, hard, on the mouth.

Then, as he got good and into this, I undid the last button of his shirt and I shoved his shirt and jacket halfway down the arms. So trapped, I leaned into him, pushing my body into his and grinding into his lap. My kisses strayed from his lips and travelled down his neck and shoulders. My hands rubbed the sensitive areas of his chest.

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spirited_hero December 12 2011, 00:19:46 UTC
polly_okeefe December 12 2011, 00:39:40 UTC
I pushed him down on the bed and looked him in the eye. "I'm never going to stop." I gave him a throaty chuckle. "Not now when we're good and married."

I hadn't expected to take charge like this, but the spontaneous thing seemed like the right thing, so I kept going. It could be Zell's turn to take charge next, but for now...

I kissed him again, and then traced my kisses down his throat, and then the line of his chest, detouring slightly to give those sensitive areas some extra special attention. While I headed down, my hand reached lower and started undoing the buttons of his fly. It would be a little while before I had all of my husband's clothes off him, but I doubted that he'd complain.

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spirited_hero December 12 2011, 00:47:06 UTC

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