Stepping out of the carriage Trent swept Eliza up into his arms and carried her across the threshold. He was kissing her before the door shut behind him. Matthew’s servants quickly made themself scarce as Trent carried his bride up the stairs to the room that had been prepared for them. Once in the room Trent set Eliza down. “I’m going to go down and get us a bottle of wine and a little food” kissing her neck “that way we won’t have to leave the room again tonight” Eliza shuddered with pleasure. Before he was fully out the door Eliza remember the gown that the French seamstress had made her. “Can you help me with a few buttons before you go?” She asked. Trent laughed “woman, if I do that, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave” she pleaded “please, just the top couple, I should be able to get it from there” Trent groaned with desire but did as she requested, kissing the back of her neck as he worked the buttons with his fingers. Eliza was back to trembling at his touch. Tempted as she was to give in to her desires and let him rip the dress the rest of the way off of her, curiosity won out. Trent’s mother and sister had been in her room when she was unboxing her dress and she hadn’t dared to pull out the other package she knew his inside. Once the top two buttons were undone, she shooed Trent out the door and quickly removed the dress the rest of the way herself. Pulling out the night gown, she slipped it on and walked to the mirror to see the effect. The silk gown was long but had a slit over her right leg that came up all the way to over her hip bone. The silk only came up to under her breasts where lace took over, covering the white curves but the delicate pattern allowed the dark of her nipples to peer through. The lace came up to make thin dainty straps holding the gown in place. The back was cut low, exposing her whole back, the silk beginning again just at the curve of her butt. She heard the door open and turned to see Trent standing frozen in the doorway. She could actually see his manhood begin to press hard against the seams of his pants. She crossed her arms shyly over her bust. She felt more exposed in this than she ever had lying naked with him. In a hoarse growl Trent said “don’t you dare” and was across the room, shutting the door behind him in an instant. His mouth was pressing hard on hers, one hand moving up the skin exposed by the slit, the other hand on her breast. The texture of the lace rubbing against her nipple amplifying his touch. He lifted her and set her at the edge of the bed.

Starting at her lips he kissed her passionately, then moving his lips he worked his way slowly and deliberately down her body. It reminded her of that first night at the lake, how he had moved his hand over her body and wanted her to know exactly where he was at all times. So it was now with his mouth. Pulling the tie that held the two pieces of lace at her breasts together they fell apart exposing the porcelain mounds to his exploring tongue. When she thought she would burst and was begging him to enter her he simply shook his head and moved to her arm kissing down to her finger tips. He moved from her arm down to her ankle that still rested on the floor. He worked his way up her leg along the line of the slit, but pulling the rest of the gown up as he went. As he reached her hip she fell back on the bed writhing with pleasure and need. Still kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed he lifted her hips gently to push the gown over her hips exposing everything below her belly button. Her groans becoming loader she pleaded with him “Trent, I need you, I need all of you, please.” His tongue on her belly button, he shook his head no. As he drew a line with his kisses down she parted her legs instinctually as his head filled the space between them. His tongue move over her sensitive tip, she let out a scream of ecstasy. Trent grinned. Moving her legs over his shoulders Trent leaned his whole mouth on top her tip alternating between sucking lightly and flicking it with his tongue her hips moved against him, her hands reaching to grab hold of something moved into his hair. He moved one hand up to a breast, the other he used to slide a finger into her. Using both his finger and tongue to enter her, caused her pleasure to multiple. Her body was trembling, she couldn’t breathe the wave was crashing over her only to surge up and crash hard over her again and again. Her body tensed with the pleasure of it all, her toes curling and her hands pulling hard at Trent’s hair. Then she went limp. Her arms stretched to the side, her legs trembling and panting for breath, her chest heaving with the effort.

Trent stood removing his own shirt as he let Eliza recover. Her eyes still closed her breath still heaving, he grinned and move over to the table and poured two glasses of wine. In a raspy voice Trent heard Eliza say “what was that?” Trent moved over to the bed. Sliding her up and onto his lap, he handed her a glass of wine. Nibbling at her ear, he teased “if anyone asks if you were surprised on your wedding night, I wanted you to be able to say ‘yes’ honestly”

She laughed and turned to kiss him. “I love you so much and yes that was ‘surprising’” they finished their wine and lay back on the bed laughing. Trent caught Eliza’s face in his hand holding her eyes locked on his, his perfectly imperfect smile making her breath catch, their laughter stoped “I love you Eliza, I’m so glad you’re my wife” and with those words he leaned in and kissed her with all the love and passion he felt.

The End