SINEAD’S NIPPLES GREW taut and erect as Lechaim's promiscuous tongue sucked and teased them. Then he slowly slid his lips down over her stomach to the mons veneris and that secret place below. She held her breath as he buried his head between her legs and foraged there. Her initial shock at his audacity quickly turned to pleasure as his tongue parted the inflamed moist inner lips of her vestibule. The walls of the vagina were already secreting furiously in anticipation of the delights to come, and the swollen sentinel at its entrance, hood discarded, stood brazenly waiting to meet the intruder.
She groaned uncontrollably as his tongue titillated the ripe cherry stone already bloated with its own self-importance. Wantonly, she pulled his head even further into her soft underbelly and fought back the climax that was overwhelming her. The trembling limbs beneath his gave warning of her approaching storm, prompting him to lift his head from her sweet spot to assuage her heat. Their mouths met eagerly and their hands caressed one another as their bodies sought release from their sexual tension. Goosebumps arose on her skin as his organ nuzzled itself slowly and gently into the wet undergrowth that concealed her passage.
Reaching down between her legs with her hand, she touched the object of her delight that was now poised for its final assault; its size and feel increasing the fervour within her. Quickly, she positioned its broad head between the folds of her labia minora where it was clasped greedily in a clammy embrace.
At her growing insistence, he slowly and tenderly eased himself into her until the hair on their bellies touched. There had been a momentary pain as her hymen tore but it was soon forgotten as her nerve ends responded to his movements. Deep long thrusts, leisurely of pace, caused her to omit low murmurings of gratification. Her cries of rapture became more and more audible as he increased his tempo and she started to cry out.
“Am I hurting you, darling?” Lechaim asked huskily, pausing briefly to check with her.
“No!” Sinead gasped. “It's wonderful, darling! It's wonderful!” and her fingers tightened on his buttocks urging him on. Her bucking body rose once more to his as he began his ride anew.
“Oh, darling! darling!” she moaned in complete abandonment; the muscles of her canal clutching frantically at his driving tumescent member. “Faster, faster, darling!” she demanded and he started to pump even more vigorously. The legs she had clasped behind his back, constricted as she met his unrelenting thrusts with hers. They were like a reciprocating engine out of control as they pulled and pushed violently.
Sinead tried to wait for him but she couldn't. “I'm coming! I'm coming!” she exclaimed frantically in his ear. His patience rewarded, he now responded in kind, ejaculating a barrage of sperm that sprayed itself enthusiastically deep within her. For a brief moment in time, she was held spellbound on a tidal wave of pleasure that she had never known before. The orgasmic ecstasy within made her body writhe as a series of spasms racked her. She sought to ensnare the magical beast as it played its sweet song within her brain, but it was ephemeral by nature and quickly dissipated.
They lay for some time locked together before he finally uncoupled. As he withdrew the fine membranes of her rippled channel clung stubbornly to his contracting shaft and he had to ease it out slowly. Then, satiated and spent, they cuddled one another as the sweat from their exertions cooled their exhausted trunks. They were now complete as only two lovers can be in perfect harmony of body and mind. Still locked together whispering endearments, they drifted into sleep.
Some hours later she woke and lay watching as the coming dawn intruded. The room began to take shape, and she propped herself on one elbow staring at him as he slept on, the love evident in her eyes. They had been married for a day, and almost one night, yet she still could not quite believe that he finally belonged to her. At that moment, she would not have changed places with anyone else on Earth.
Their plans to marry in secrecy had gone without a hitch thanks to a conspiracy between her uncle, the monsignor, and the clergy of St. Brendan's Abbey. Only the Cronins and Lechaim's mother were present at this, their first wedding. At the end of the year, when all the fuss had died down, they would have another wedding and all would be invited then - her friends and his, Lechaim had promised her that.
Like all women, Sinead wanted a wedding to remember and their second promised to be all of that. The Press, she knew, would be invading the Church en masse then. The occasion and the fanfare that would follow would be memorable indeed. However, that was for later. The only thing that really mattered to her now was that she was Lechaim's wife at long last. No one could ever take that away from her.
Watching him, she found it hard to equate this gentle man with the person that had killed nine men a few weeks ago at the abbey. Certain sections of the media were already becoming frustrated at Lechaim's refusal to be interviewed and were making up their own stories about that night. Their secret marriage would certainly have the Press more offside than ever when they found out. The Press, she thought ruefully. What wouldn't they do to get a story? One London tabloid had even come up with an article entitled, “DEATH AND HORROR AT THE ABBEY” claiming that some of the policemen on hand that night were so shocked by what they saw that they were given sick leave. According to the article, one policeman stated that “some bodies were literally cut to pieces and their hearts had been torn out!” She knew such stories were a complete fabrication for she knew her husband to be a lovable giant. Yet, she could not forget the violent way Lechaim had dealt with Shamus Dooley in the pub, and he had killed nine men, albeit in self-defense. Conversely, in her eyes, Lechaim was a humane man by nature. His gentleness had never been more evident than just hours before when they had made love for the first time. The two sides of his nature didn't balance somehow.
She reached out and stroked his bare arm softly with her finger as he lay sleeping alongside her and recollected how it had been when they had made love for the first time. Now, as she turned over onto her back and rested her head against the pillow, she marvelled at the passion he had stirred in her. The months of waiting and the expectation of that moment had not prepared her for the sheer pleasure of the act itself.
The experience had been a complete gratification of all her senses mentally and physically reaching into every fibre of her femininity. Recalling the bliss of it all, she reached down and placed her fingers along the outer lips of her vagina stretching them as she did so. They were a little tender from the battering they had received but were more than willing to take up the fight once more. This was only the beginning, she thought. How many times would those soft folds capture and release him in the years to come? She began to feel the desire well up in her again, and she shamelessly reached over beneath the sheets and began to explore the wonders of his penis with her fingers.
Her exploration woke him as it was meant to, and he smiled as he looked into her beautiful green eyes that were now dilated with sexual ferment. She leaned over him and parted his lips with her fingers. Lustfully, she plunged her tongue between those parted lips - the deep-tongued kiss no longer that of the young, inexperienced virgin that had existed only hours before. Their hungry bodies met stimulating their desire for more. Earlier, she had been his ready pupil, now she had graduated. He guided her head with his hands as she ran the side of her face down his torso seeking out the object that had already provided her with so much gratification. It stood waiting, tall and erect, ready to do its duty. Running her tongue over its corona and down the neck, she heard his grunts of approval as she proceeded to titillate it, and then felt his body stiffen as she took it into her mouth. In doing so she had even astounded herself because to her such an act would have been unimaginable in her former world of sexual conformity. The awakening he had performed on her female psyche had been all-consuming, eradicating the restrictions her Catholic upbringing had imposed. Above all else she wanted to pleasure the man she loved in every way. To her great surprise, she found that servicing him in this fashion also gave her enormous enjoyment.
The action of her mouth and tongue soon made him rock as his body solicited release. At last, he erupted inside her mouth and the rich semen washed down her throat like nectar from the Gods. The realization that she had drunk the very essence of him filled her with joy.
His hands sought her clitoris again and he felt her respond. Soon, she too rose to that peak that he had just descended from. Her toes bunched and curled as multiple orgasms shook her and sent her soaring to dizzy heights of unreality.
Finally, they were done - their senses cloyed from prolonged bouts of lovemaking. In each other's arms, they rested content - the euphoria of sexual release washing over them. Holding her now in his arms, he couldn't help but wonder at her performance. Whilst he had gone down on her, he had never expected that she would do the same for him. It was more than he had dared hope for. His wife, it had turned out, was, beneath her quiet demeanour, a woman of great passion, and their life together promised to be a rich and rewarding one.
With legs entwined, they lay floating in an ethereal world that only lovers can truly experience. Nothing else really mattered as long as they were together.