MoonLife (22 page)

I giggled at him. Never in my life have I had more people bow to me. It was so annoying I didn’t know if I would ever get used to it. I watched Sebastian as he sipped his drink. He was so handsome in his tux. He was still fully dressed, yet he had untied his bow tie, it was hanging around his neck. He looked
stunning
, like a male model. He was so tall and well
built;
you could even just make out his
muscular
chest through his dress shirt. He caught me taking him in, and I saw his eyes begin to change. They were going from his usual chestnut to a darker burgundy.

He walked towards me and took the champagne out of my hands, setting the glasses on the edge of the bath. “Let’s get you out of that dress and into the tub.”   He gently spun me around so my back was to him while still standing in front of the full length mirror. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me tightly, tucking my back into his chest while softly kissing up and down my neck.

“You made such a beautiful bride tonight. When you walked through those doors, you stole my heart away yet again.” He kissed slowly down the bend of my neck to my shoulders, planting little soft kisses along my collar bone. Then kissing back and down other side, but this time he let his fangs drag over the pulse points on my neck. “I feel like the luckiest Mandurago alive.” He nibbled at my shoulder and looked up to see my face in the mirror. His eyes were crimson red now and I knew his desire was upon him.

He moved back a little, not to let me go of me, but to hold my waist. He was taking in the intricate bow and ties down the back of my dress, deciding his plan of attack. Carefully with nimble fingers, he began to undo the loops and the ties that were put on with so much care earlier in the night. He seductively kissed my shoulders as he carefully tugged on the bow, letting the dress and the ties loosen up. It felt good to feel the tight dress relax under his fingers. He pulled the bow a little more, placing his fingers in-between the threaded ties, unraveling them slowly down the back. “I have been fantasizing about getting you out of this dress all night,” he whispered into my ear.

The dress was unfastened enough now that he could pull the back apart. With considerable attention, he gently slid it down my body, with the underskirt and everything going along with it. It created an enormous pile of fabric hovering around my knees, leaving me there standing almost naked in just my red lace bustier and matching panties. His eyes took me in, “You look so beautiful, like a porcelain doll.” He turned me around inside the vast pile, and gently lifted me up and out of the dress. In his arms, he carried me over to the side of the soaking tub.

As he stood me near the side, I tried my best to cover myself up with my arms… I felt so vulnerable, so helpless. He leaned over and looked into my eyes, gently caressing my shoulders. “Don’t cover up. You are my beloved. I want to see you…all of you. You have nothing to be embarrassed of. Your body is perfection.” He leaned in and tenderly kissed my lips. Then pulled back and smiled at me. “I am going to take the rest of this off you now, is that okay?” he asked…waiting for my reply.

Looking at him I realized he had entirely too many clothes on for me to be completely naked just yet. I looked up at him through my lashes and replied, “No, not yet…let’s get you out of that tux first.” He smiled mischievously as I began unbuttoning his vest. The crimson color of
his vest now matched his eyes. His fangs were fully extended, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to take me here in the bath.

I walked behind him slowly and put my hands on his shoulders. I leisurely removed his tuxedo jacket, thus hiding myself from the mirrors that surrounded us in the bathroom. I peaked around his side to see if he was watching me in the mirror, and he was. I took his untied bow tie and slowly pulled it off the right side of his shirt and tossed it to our growing collection of clothes. I then reached around and started unbuttoning his shirt with my arms underneath his arms. I played with the buttons, meticulously undoing each one. I could see it was driving him crazy, the slow pace I was taking, but I wanted to drive him a bit wild with anticipation. Dragging my hands across his back to his arms as I walked, I came back around in front of him and
untucked
his shirt from his pants. I could tell he liked this as he smiled down at me in appreciation. I put my hands inside his shirt at his shoulders and pulled it off his body. It fell to the floor behind him while I tenderly let my hands roam slowly down his chest, feeling the muscles ripple under my fingers.

The sight of him shirtless was breathtaking. His skin was flawless with a natural light pigment to it, not white like the vampires in movies, just light and indeed several shades darker than mine. His chest was defined, but not too bulky like a body builder, just right. I ran my fingers over his nipples and down past his belly button and he inhaled deeply. I reached down to the waist of his pants and started to unbutton them. The button was tight and hard to undo. I fiddled with it for a few seconds and finally coaxed it open as Sebastian let out a stifled groan, letting me again realize the power I had over him at the moment, so I played with the skin underneath the button area and his eyes turned even darker red.

Moving my hands down, I slowly unzipped his zipper while staring deep into his eyes. He was so sexy and I couldn’t wait to feel his naked body against mine. He smiled at me knowing what I was thinking. His breathing was becoming heavier, and I could tell he could barely stand waiting for me to finish undressing him. He leaned over and kissed me passionately while his pants dropped to the floor. Looking down, I realized he was ready for me, standing at attention in his full naked glory. I felt like any moment he was going to throw me down and take me. And let me tell you, that feeling was damn sexy.

“Okay, now it’s my turn my love,” he said pulling me in close to him. “I need to take the rest of these garments off you now.  I can’t wait to feel your skin my beloved, naked in my arms and finally be able to do something about it.”

The anticipation was growing between us. He leaned in close to me and held me, while slipping a hand behind my back to unhook the red bustier I had been wearing under my wedding dress. It was a harder undertaking than he had thought, and he gently pulled away from me. Dragging his fingers down my arms he paced around me like a tiger on the hunt. He came up behind me and touched me again, sending goose bumps shooting through my body. I was already tingling up a storm at this point and his looks and touches were driving me crazy.

He placed his hands on the back of the bustier, and one by one started unhooking the eyehooks down the back. There were at least 50 of them, and with each unhook he placed a kiss on my neck or shoulder. I was squirming in place by the time he reached the last hook. Slightly pulling back from me, he lifted my arms and removed it fully, letting my breasts burst free of the tight corset. Looking over my shoulder into the full length mirror in front of me, his eyes admired the sight of my naked breasts and he let out a loud growl from deep in his throat.
It was so primal that it made me tingle even more. He placed his hands on my now sensitive breasts, massaging them while still watching me in the mirror. I laid my head back against his shoulder and enjoyed the sensations of his touch. It was odd to watch him fondle me in the mirror yet such a turn on at the same time. I could tell he was enjoying it too, as I watched his eyes change into an even darker crimson.  He was beginning to get a wild, almost feral look in his eyes, and I wondered if this was more of the Mandurago taking over or if he was always this way before making love.

Turning me around to face him he kissed me passionately, while reaching around and grabbing my ass, pulling me in even closer towards him. Kneading my butt with his fingers his kiss deepened, pressing his lips firmly to my mine and lunging his tongue playfully into my mouth, searching for mine. When he found it they danced together, circling one another, feasting on each other. It was incredible. His kiss was filled with a passion I had never felt before. I caught my breath for a moment as he loosened his grip on me long enough to reach down and pull my panties off.

As his eyes turned a darker shade of red, it was then that he caught the first sight of me totally naked. A slow, long smile came across his face as he drank me in. I followed his eyes as he took me in from head to toe. He started at the top of my body, looking deep into my eyes then took in every inch while scanning down me slowly. His smile grew larger when he suddenly stopped at my new, fully waxed area. His eyes went wide as if he was surprised at what he saw, but looking extremely pleased.

Feeling self-conscious yet sexy at the same time, I said, “I did that for you, Sebastian. They said it was tradition for the Mandurago to be completely waxed. I hope you like it.”  I reached my hand down and ran my fingers over the soft delicate area so he would know just what I was talking about.

“Thank you, my love. I am very aware of the tradition, but I didn’t think you would allow them to do that to you.” Following my lead he reached down and gently rubbed his fingers over the freshly waxed, smooth skin, touching me there for the first time as husband and wife. “I am going to make you appreciate that you did this for me,” he said, taking my mouth with his lips again while still fondling me.

Without any effort, in one quick movement he took me up into his arms and carried me slowly down the steps and into the large soaking tub. “I want to bathe you, cover you in oils, and take our time together. I feel the need to throw you down and take you and I am seriously trying to control myself. I want this to be special, to be slow… but damn Sadie, you’re so fucking sexy you’re killing me.”

The water lapped around us like a lover and I thought about what he had just said. My husband (husband!) was so turned on by me that he couldn’t control himself. That idea made me wet and not just because I was in a bath with him. The thought that he feels I am so hot that it makes him crazy was a major aphrodisiac to me. This amazing, gorgeous man that is holding me in his arms, that I love so much, finds me so attractive and sexy that he could lose control at anytime, was completely overwhelming. I had spend most of my life not fitting in and not feeling loved, yet here I am with Sebastian and I make him lose control! How far I had come in a year I thought, and I felt if I was doing that to him, then I was doing something right. I relaxed a bit more in the water and began to lose some of my self-consciousness. If he wanted me that badly and he loved me, why am I being embarrassed of my body?

Taking on this new found confidence, I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and enjoyed the feeling even more of being submerged into the water with him. It felt so good as the water moved around us, touching our naked skin. The tub was deep like the one I had been in earlier this evening. There was a ledge around the side, and it was easily almost five feet to the bottom. He carried me to the middle of the warm tub, kissing me the entire time, holding me tightly in his embrace. Releasing my legs from where he was carrying me, I found us standing face to face in the tub. His sexy smile was doing all kinds of things to me. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. “I love you, Sebastian. I can’t believe we’re here, we’re married. We finally did it,” I said, while enjoying his hands roaming over my naked wetness.

“I know I was worried for a bit that we wouldn’t make it to this point. It’s just you and me now Sadie, forever,” he said, moving his hands down my sides to pull me up in the water. He kissed me then, opening his mind and letting his thoughts and feelings out to me. They raced over me, letting me feel his love for me, but I could also see what he had in mind for me. It was hot and making me squirm inside. I knew he said he wanted to take it slow, but I wanted him more right now than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

While he pulled me up in the water I moved a bit and repositioned myself, letting the water float me up on my back, while I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was surprised at this. I could tell this wasn’t his idea of going slow. With my legs wrapped around him, I could feel his hardness press closer to my heated core. He stifled a growl in his throat, and I knew he was enjoying what I was doing. Pulling my head up out of the water, he kissed me deeper and harder than before, tugging me into him, getting his hard shaft closer to my extremely hot center. I wanted to feel him inside of me; I wanted to know how it was going to feel being completely filled up with him. Suddenly he stopped and pulled me away, sitting me on the inner ledge of the bath. Taking a deep breath, he paced backwards away from me in the water.

“Sadie, you’re going to be the death of me,” he said as he ran his fingers through his tussled hair, “I truly want to make this special for you, but I am only a man. I have waited my whole life for you and to have you that close to me, it’s more than I can take.” He came back up in front of me, pleading with his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but when you sent me those feeling and thoughts, it was overwhelming.  I just want you. I want to feel you inside of me so badly, it’s like this sensation I can’t control is overtaking me.”

“I know that feeling, but I want to make it last for you, I want it to be something you always remember.” He reached up and touched my hair, realizing it was still all pulled up. He turned me around on the ledge, my back to his chest, and fiddled with my hair while pulling the pins out. Tendril by tendril my hair came down and it was free. I rotated my neck and swept my hair around, letting the new sexual tension be released. It felt good to get my hair down.

I turned to him and thanked him with a kiss. Still sitting on the ledge, as he stood in front of me, I pulled him in close to me and hugged him tightly in the water. Our bodies rubbing together in the water, sweet friction as our nipples scraped over one and another. He smiled down at me as if he was surrendering, reaching over he grabbed for the champagne.