A full moon hung high in the cool, cloudless sky. Its bright light shone through the open balcony of an expensive hotel illuminating a previously darkened room. The sounds of a creaking bed could be heard reverberating off the walls and exiting into the clear night. Sitting upon a small table was a metal ice bucket holding a still unopened bottle of champagne. Over the chairs hung a pair of dress pants and a fine pin stripped jacket, their companions flung less thoughtfully around the room.
A white silk tie hung from the ceiling fan, black socks and a pair of boxer shorts had found their way into the hallway and a white shirt had fallen into the corner in a heap. The only piece of clothing treated with any respect seemed to be the pearl white wedding dress placed carefully back on a coat hanger and hanging in the open wardrobe, dazzling in its magnificence.
Heavy breathing and slight moaning joined the creaking as Chloe climbed atop her new husband. The light that spilled through the open doors exposed her slight frame, highlighting the red marks across her back from where the wedding dress had pulled too tight in its vanity. Her light freckles glowed in luminance as her pale thighs straddled the tanned skin of her lover. The small amount of makeup that had been applied the morning that now seemed so long ago was still present on her face. It felt dry and almost alien but Chloe felt beautiful. Today had been hers and when she looked down she saw rapt awe in his eyes.
Her wedding day, Chloe still couldn't believe she was now a married woman. A year in planning, what felt like twenty years of worry, and an appalling amount of money had gone into one day and it had been worth it. It had been the best day of her life but also the longest. She was tired from lack of sleep, sore from new heels and the dress. Hungry because she hadn't eaten and a bit dizzy from drinking and dancing, but she was also very wet from anxiously awaiting this moment. It wasn't their first time together, she was neither old fashioned nor religious but this was her first time, with her husband.
The creaking of the bed picked up pace and decibels as their love making grew more passionate but Chloe was absolutely oblivious to it. Placing her small hands on his strong chest she twirled her fingers through the dark hair found there. Her fingers pulled gently on the tender curls and she rocked back and forth. She felt her joy taking physical form and as her eyes closed memories of the day flooded back through her.
The ceremony had been by the ocean, on a small rocky beach not many people besides the locals new about. It had been their beach, where they first met, where they first kissed and it felt so fitting for their wedding. It had been a beautiful clear day. The sun had warmed her skin as she tearfully walked down the isle to join the man who she was now becoming one with, again, in a much more physical sense.
Chloe opened her eyes to find him gazing up at her. His eyes where filled with a love she had never before felt and it added to the lust she saw in his smile. Even as her heart melted she wondered if it was due to the flames licking out from her womanhood. She had never wanted another person more then she wanted him, and now that they were married. Now that they were joined forever she felt like she could finally let go, and give of herself totally. Chloe finally felt safe, like she didn't need to hold back and her husband was going to find out he didn't have a kitten but I tiger.
