Annette Shelley

He smiled shyly at her and gazed into her hazel eyes. He took her hands for the first time. “It’s going to be okay.”

Marie nodded. She knew it would be and she felt better than she had in any recent memory.

David held her hand, rubbing his fingers over each one of hers. He led her down a long hallway on the far side of the house into what looked to be a child’s bedroom. There were cars and trucks and stuffed toys everywhere, baseballs drawn on the walls and a bright blue comforter with race cars on the tiny twin sized bed.

David didn’t speak. He gently laid her down and undressed her slowly like he’d always done when he was alive.

She reached up to touch him and pull the hair from his face. He looked sexy like she remembered. She unbuttoned his long sleeved plaid shirt and revealed strawberry hair that perfectly lay over well-formed muscles.

He sat up on his knees and finished the job of removing the shirt. He hadn’t changed a bit. He still had the same beautiful body and the tattoo.

The Tattoo. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten the time he went to have her name emblazoned on his arm in a deep tribal band. The name itself could only be revealed to the most discerning eye.

Marie traced her fingers over it while memories of all the times they’d shared came rushing back—her fear when she’d first seen it, wondering what it meant for someone to put such a permanent marker on their body for all to see, for all eternity.

He approached her, holding himself in his hand, his manhood in his palm.

She gasped, afraid of his size. She kept her legs shut tight, hoping he would continue being gentle with her.

"Don't worry, darling." Cassius slowly opened her thighs and moved his fingers to her opening. He moaned and seemed pleased to find her wet.

His body and touch excited her. She had run the moment over in her mind many times before today wondering, what it would be like. Nobody had ever rested between her thighs.

"Fresh, delicate, unused. So desirable," Cassius dipped his finger deeper into her, probing, stretching, opening. "And tight." He licked her juices off the tip of his finger. "Delicious."

He held himself up on a strong forearm and slipped his erection between the outer edges of her, waiting to plunge deep into her recesses and make her his wife in the flesh. "Relax." He kissed her mouth and slid his eager lips down her neck. "It's okay."

The feel of him on her, the smell of his hot body, enticed her in ways she never knew possible. Cassius awakened a deep and dormant feeling she never knew existed. "I know."

"Trust me." He held himself and ran his tip over her opening.

She gasped when he entered her and held her breath as the initial pain soon gave way to faint pleasure. "Oh, Cassius."

He spread her legs wider with his hands, reached a strong hand around to support her back, lifting her to him. "My God, you are sweet."

Instinctively, she grabbed him with inner muscles she didn't know she had. It made things more difficult. Slowly, she released her hold on him and gave in to the feeling of each stroke of pleasure he offered.

He felt better than she'd imagined, and with each stroke, she knew she would enjoy being his wife, not only in mind, but in body as well.

Cassius ran his hand down her back to her buttock, squeezing and pushing her body into an arch to deepen the sensation. "That's it. Relax." He went deeper and grew larger.

He increased the sensations deep within her and soon sent shockwaves through her system that seemed to come from a bottomless well inside her being. His slightest movement he suddenly made her clench him tighter and tighter until she felt herself pulsating and pounding into a state of pure ecstasy.

Cassius closed his eyes and pumped quicker inside her.

Amelie felt him expand further in her, until he pulsed, pounded and moaned in apparent sheer pleasure.

He finished faster than she thought he would. After he pulled out, a tiny spot of blood stained the sheets, marking his territory with her. She belonged to him now. He'd seen to that and the blood only made the bond that much stronger.

"Some wine my love?" Cassius jumped up, his body speckled with beads of sweat as he ran a hand through his thick black hair, smiling at her with perfect teeth.

His Greek origins, olive complexion and strong jaw line made him the most handsome man she'd ever seen.

"Oh…I don't know," Amelie said quietly, wishing he would come back to bed, but unwilling to tell him so.

Cassius's strong and willful nature had made him impossible to refuse. Prior to their marriage, he chased her like a rabbit in the forest. Now that he'd succeeded in capturing her, he left her side quicker than she would have liked. She couldn't understand it.

Cassius did not take no for an answer. "Here you go." He handed her the wine. "Go on, drink it. It's good for you."

"Aren't you going to have any?" She noticed his empty hand and vaguely recalled drinking some champagne outside the reception hall. Had it make her sleepy? She shouldn't have anymore. She didn't want to forget anything about her time with him.

Cassius insisted. "No, no, my love. It's for you. Drink this glass now, darling."

Amelie drank. She didn't like the bitter taste and put the glass aside. "That's enough for now, thank you."

Cassius picked it up, filled it again and handed it back to her. "Another, my dear. I insist."

"But why?" Did he want to celebrate the claiming of her virginity? She put out her hand to refuse. "I don't need anymore."

"Drink it," Cassius shouted.

Amelie saw the rage in his eyes. Never seeing him quite like this before, she decided to follow orders. She never wanted to give him cause for anger, so she picked up the glass, drank it down. "Mmmm. Tasty, thank you."

He studied her and ran his eyes over her face, her hair, her hands.

Within a moment, she felt dizzy and exhausted. What's come over me? Before she finished the thought, her world went black.

"This is the kitchen…and the living room." The living area looked manlier with dark wood paneling and beige carpet. David pulled me to the couch and put his arm around me. Wasting no time, he moved his lips over mine, explored the interior of my mouth with his tongue.

He was a wonderful kisser. I instinctively pressed my body against his, felt the heat of his chest against me.

That reaction triggered his hands to slowly move up my thighs to the edges of my sweater. I could've stopped him, but I didn't want to. It felt so good to be touched again.

His eager wandering fingers crawled under my sweater, and rubbed my stomach through the fabric of my t-shirt underneath.

I moaned my approval, which gave him the cue to try more.

His hands wandered up to my bra and he gave me a gentle squeeze. Part of me wanted to stop him, but the other part of me knew I didn't want to.

The conflict was easily won. I ran my hand under his sweatshirt through the hair on his chest in response. He smelled so good. My tongue explored his mouth more eagerly than before.

David slid his hand to my bare skin, quickly made his way to the center clasp of my bra and released it in one motion. He tweaked my nipples in his fingers while I leaned back and uttered a deep groan of approval.

Both his hands aggressively brushed over my hips. David powerfully removed my sweater and t-shirt. My bra tumbled to the floor.

I glanced around, realized I was bare-chested in his living room and recognized he was one up on me. I needed to get to work and get him undressed. I pulled off his sweatshirt and we pressed our skin to each other, kissed, groped, moaned out in pleasure while we rolled around on his ex-wife's coral carpet.

Fortunately I was way too aroused to really think about that.

David stood and pulled me to my feet, wrapped his strong arms around me and carried me to the back of the house into the far bedroom. A king sized bed sat against the far left hand wall.

On the bed and on my back, I looked up at David who immediately reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. He unzipped me and pulled them by the ankles to the floor, opened my legs with his hands, pressed his hot body against mine. For the first time in the two years I'd known him, I saw and felt the benefits of his workout.

Strong biceps pinned me down, his mid-section thrust against me through his clothes. He leaned in for a kiss and my hands escaped to his jeans where I immediately unbuttoned him and pulled his pants down as far as I could before he helped. A split second later, we were bare, except for our underwear.

His teeth found their way to my panties and pulled them down to my knees. I kicked them to the floor, reached for his briefs with my right foot.

My palms ran over his smooth back and rested on his ass. I enjoyed the roundness of his buttocks, the weight of his torso against me.