My Dream Marriage

Grace has made delicious dinner for us. Today it’s just the three of us in the house; Edward, Grace and I. I persuaded Grace to have dinner with us but she had declined. I think it’s because Edward is here and she told me sometime that it’s against the rules so I get to break them when it’s just the two of us.

I eat slowly occasionally stealing glances at him. He eats elegantly minding his table manners like holding the knife and fork like an expert. He might have been to a table manners school, if there is even one.

“I have come to realize that you always stare at me. Is my face really that funny or disgusting?” He says and I wasn’t expecting that from him. He really caught me off guard.

“I was just liking what I was seeing,” wow, that was so brave of me. Anyway I can not be blamed for this because men, my husband is so handsome.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Oh, you were? I appreciate that very much,” he says. “You mean to say I can’t admire my husband?” I ask him.

“Of course you can for as long as you want. I just wanted to know what you see when you look at me,” he says. “For your information it is a handsome face,” I tell him. “Yeah sure it is,” he knows himself well and is proud of himself.

We are done with dinner and Grace doesn’t hesitate to clear the table after us. Edward leaves the dining table and goes back to where he was seated the time I came in from my walk earlier. I watch as he retrieves his phone from the small stool beside the couch and starts scrolling through it.

An idea comes to my mind when I remember that he said something along the lines of bringing me a gift. I get off my seat and head upstairs to our bedroom. I will have to see the gift before he does away with it because my curiosity needs to be fed.

I close the door behind me and scan the room. I notice a small shopping bag on the bed and I instantly know that it’s the gift. I get to the bed and fish the contents out of the bag.

I expected some kind of jewelry maybe a wristband, a necklace or a pair of earrings. The thing I am seeing here is beyond my expectations. Lingerie. Edward bought me lingerie. I am lost for words.

I guess he did this maybe to apologize for being absent since we wedded. Come to think of it, today is the only day since we got married that we got to have a good conversation. Today was really a good day. I got to know Aniston’s life a bit- or rather the part of his life I didn’t know before. After that Edward and I shared a light moment that I was courageous I don’t know how I got that courage from.

I am standing in front of the mirror looking at myself and wondering if I have done the right thing. This expensive black underwear that barely covers my nakedness fits perfectly on my body, as if I had tried them on before buying them. I wanted to try them on and see if they fit me and yes they do. I can wear them in here or maybe I could try with a certain dinner dress or sun dress tomorrow. This is so beautiful and comfortable and oh so sexy.

I haven’t even got to tour this island well. I should consider talking to Edward about this. The last time I talked to my friends Jackie and Azila they couldn’t stop asking me to send them pictures of me and Edward. I have none. I should try this tomorrow.

The door opens abruptly and I turn to face the intruder. My eyes meet Edward’s and his mouth drops open. I instinctively turn around showing him my back but it doesn’t help because I am now facing the mirror. Oh Lord! This couldn’t get more embarrassing.

“Just give it up, you have tried your best,” he says but I cover my face thinking like a child, ‘if I cover my eyes and not see him, he can’t see me either.’

“Can you turn around please? So that I can change?” I plead. “Oh no, young lady. Not when you are looking this hot,” he says.

I can feel his movements as he gets closer to me. My heart is racing right now and I don’t know what to do to calm it down.

Maybe I should sprint across this room and get to the bathroom, or rather leave the room. No, I should just calm down. He is my husband for crying out loud, I shouldn’t be afraid of him.

I close my eyes and mentally prepare for his next move. I have never been this intimate with a man, I don’t even know if the nights I have spent here we slept together because I was always asleep before he could come. Now here he is, and this is new to me.

His scent gets close and I can feel his breath fanning my ears. It is so intoxicating. He doesn’t touch me but stays so close to me. I want him to touch me, I want to feel his body on mine. I want his hands all over me, for the first time in my whole life, I want the touch of the opposite gender tonight.

In a more calculated move, I move my legs slowly backwards and as if I am tripping on my feet, I lean on him and he holds me steady circling one of his hands on my chest and the other one just below my navel. My plan worked perfectly fine. He was taking too long. Or better still he could have been asking for my permission. Well I have given him the permission.

We stay in this position for a few seconds before I feel his hand move from below my navel. His deft fingers leaves small circles on my stomach before moving to the side of my hip. The other hand ministers the chest making my mouth open in pleasure. It stops at the other side of my hip and whispers in my ear, “tonight I will make you mine. I will make sure you forget that man you met earlier today,” I don’t even have the time to think about what he says in the last sentence as his hands start undoing the straps of my lingerie. He is now breathing hard and I can feel something pressing me from behind. I give myself a silent thumbs up since I can turn on a man like Edward, his body really responding.

I am now in my birthday suit while he is still dressed like he is prepared for a day’s work. I turn around to face him and look at the shirt he is wearing. I move my hands to start unuttoning it slowly one by one. My fingers are a bit shaky but I manage to unbutton. I help him get it off and lets it fall on the ground. I stand and look directly in his eyes but my shyness can’t let me do it for long so I look down on his broad chest. My hands settle on either side of me because I don’t know where to place them and I am to shy to touch him further, not on his bare body.

“You aren’t done yet, you know,” he whispers. Oh wait, what? He is actually telling me about his pants that he still has on. There is no way I am going to be able to do that. “You should finish what you started,” he adds. Silence.

“Come on. I am waiting,” he commands in a soft tone and I know without a doubt that he is bound to make me strip him. I sigh softly and gather the courage to touch his belt. I fumble with the belt’s lock to try and unbuckle it but I fail miserably. I try more times but I can’t get to loosen it.

“Have you ever done this before?” He asks.

Feeling embarrassed that I failed to do a simple task like unlocking a belt I answer, “n… no I haven’t,” I never encountered such a task before and this is the very first time.

“So how did you do it? Was it just a hit and run without anything to it?” He says. “Uh, what do you mean?” I asks genuinely.

“Don’t be coy with me, you know what I mean.” Oh the intimacy.

I have never shared any information on my sex life. Azila is the only one who knows about this because I spend more time with her during my free time. She even joked about me lacking some hormones in my body, pheromones. Now that my husband is asking about it, I will have to let him know about it.

“Actually I have never done this before. I have never been intimate with a man before,” there, I said it.

“What! I never thought of that. This means you have never, in your whole life?” He is really surprised. He can’t even hide the emotions on his face.

“Yeah, never in my whole life,” I answer him.

“And I don’t know about it. You have never told me about it,” he accuses me.

“Yes because it is not everyday that I get to narrate to people about my lifestyle, not to talk about sex life. You never asked me and we have never talked or discussed anything about this side of relationship. Hell, we have never even had a proper conversation,” he should know I really want to know about him.

“I see. You can understand I was always busy handling that project. It takes a huge toll on me sometimes and I cant miss the plans of it considering I am the one investing in this.”

“I know and I understand perfectly well Edward. I just want to know you more, your likes and dislikes, everything. I need to know the type of food you like, your hobbies, the kinds of movies you watch. All in all I want to know what you like in me and what you dislike so I can change to your desires. Nothing much, okay. I want to be a good wife to you.”

“Alright, I will let you know all of that, okay? I will try to create time for us, but first things first,” he whispers, “I need to get off this now. It is so uncomfortable down there,” I smile knowingly but nervously because I know what is going to happen next.

He unbuckles his belt bends down to remove his pants and I don’t dare look down. After he is done he stands back upright looking directly into my eyes holding my chin to hold my head in place.

“Don’t be scared, it is just for a moment, I will make sure you are not hurt,” he assures me knowing very well that I am getting nervous. The only thing I can do is close my eyes when he starts doing what he knows best on my body, leaving me yearning for more.

I can hear rain starting to pour from a distance. Nature is also celebrating. When he makes me lie on the bed and he joins, I know this is the day and the time has come for the beginning of a passionate night. My mind shuts down giving room to a mix of feelings I had never experienced before. Losing my flower to the man that I love and cherish as my husband and I don’t regret it since he is the right person. He is the one that I vowed to before God and man that I will love unconditionally, for better for worse, in sickness and in health.