The cushions were soft as silk as the young pharaoh lay to rest after the wedding. Tonight was special...tonight was the night that he would take his young love, his new wife; into the marriage bed and make love to her. Tonight he would pledge his love to her in flesh and blood.
He lounged lazily, sipping sweet wine, trying his best to calm his nerves as the Nubian slave girls readied their dear friend for slimmer. Through the swaying curtain he could just see a bit of her pale skin, like creamy milk, and with it a sliver of a firm breast before one of the girls shook out her fair. His manhood ached with the thought of her touch and his insides writhed in a sensual dance like the dancers at the wedding. Just then the curtains were drawn back and there she was.
"Oh" He murmured in disbelief, for he could scarcely contain his swelling heart, not to mention his manhood, that ached for her.
Her hands, clasped nervously behind her back, loosed to brush away a lock of golden hair out of her eyes. Color flushed her cheeks as she caught his eye. She wore but a nightshift, woven from imported cloth from the east, its sheerness emphasizing the winding curves, flats, and plains of her sleek body. Her perfectly tapered ankles leading up to supple thighs rounded with the muscles of a skilled warrior, the ripe firmness of her round hips and buttocks gave way to her slender waist. Her breasts hung below the silk, emphasized by the light from the oil lamps in the corner, her nipples proud and rosy. A smile curved her lips as she spoke to calm the fear and wonder emanating from him.
"Do not be afraid, my love, 'tis only me."
"My goddess..." he spoke, holding out a tentative hand to her. "Come to me my love." She came to him then, slowly, softly, like a waft of silk. His arms drew her close, his fingers laced in her silken hair as he clutched her to his chest. Her heart nearly exploded with love for him and she could feel her loins melting with an aching need she had never felt before. It was so powerful that she cried out slightly, before she could stop herself. He pulled away slowly to study her at arm's length. His eyes roaming over her with a need that, at first she was ashamed of, but when she met his eyes that same need flared inside her again. He gently stroked her cheek and his fingers pulled through her hair and to her neck as she pulled him to her. His mouth landed on hers and where it landed his tongue traced a delicious, nearly scalding, line of fire through her mouth. She inhaled his scent like the sweet odor of a fine perfume; the mere scent of him sent waves of emotion and need throughout her body so that she shook slightly. He clutched her closer, one hand in her hair, the other tracing down her spine sending chills down her body. Gently, and as if it caused him a great deal of pain, he broke the kiss, holding her at arm's length again he slid away the silk that covered her to expose her goddess-like form. She hissed softly when his fingers touched her bare flesh, not in pain, but in agonizing pleasure. Together they sank down into the deep cushions, sinking deeper and deeper inside themselves.
He broke the kiss and she moaned into his throat nearly crying out. His lips instead moved to the flesh of her neck and further down to her chest; she knew instinctively what he wanted. Her breast felt hot and heavy in her hand as she gently brought his head to her breast. His lips gently brushed her already swollen nipple and she moaned deeply as sensation shot through her, not just in her bosom but throughout her entire body. His tongue traced the outline of her nipple and she shuddered against him as his touch grew slightly rougher, more urgent, but never ceasing to be gentle.
"I love you," he murmured, speaking to her chest as his hands trailed down her smooth skin to the small triangle of her womanhood.
"And I, you."
He drew her closer, his fingers tracing down her spine down into the cleft of her buttocks.
"Yes!" She cried, arching her back against him. "Like that! Touch me, hold me, love me, I cannot bear it any longer." His hand slid away from her buttock to her chest and down to her womanhood, cupping her in his hand. He gently slid a finger inside of her and she gasped, thrusting her hips onto his hand. He dug his fingers deep into her, moaning slightly as he did so. Her gasps grew louder as his fingers worked her, stretching her slightly, readying her for what was to come. After a few minutes she gasped and writhed hard in his arms as he felt her warm juices spill over his hands. She fell silent in his arms as he brought his hand to him mouth to clean it. He moaned at her taste as she ran her hands over his body.
Her hands followed the line of hair from his chest to his belly and down to his massive erection, pulsing beneath her fingers. She marveled at the texture of him. "So strong and smooth," she said running her hands over it, eliciting moans of pleasure from him as he felt his manhood throb painfully with pleasure.
