first night (of so many) - Gwayne Hightower X wife! Reader
Gwayne Hightower and his lady wife have their first night together.
3k words of pure smut, +18, enjoy!
Gwayne Hightower gasped when his gaze met his wife’s, bearing the Hightower heavy cloak on her shoulders over the fine white silk dress. Her eyes were shining more than the diamonds adorning her neck, the smile on her face making his heart race and his pants get tight.
He tried to think of anything else, there were many other steps to follow until he could be alone with his woman, the wedding rite was intricate and solemn. But all Gwayne could think of was her wife’s lips on his, soft and plush, the musky and flowery scent of her hair… her hands were so soft, he lost himself in that feeling for a moment, imagining how much softer the rest of her body would feel under his own… chest against chest, his tongue lapping on hers…
When the newlyweds finally were left alone in their chamber hours later, Gwayne laughed.
“I am glad we were very clear about not having a bedding ceremony.”
She smiled. He couldn’t keep his hands off her anymore. So, Gwayne held her against his chest, murmuring over the fire cracking in the hearth:
“The vows we made. I intend to keep every word to heart. I shall protect you with all means I and my house have. And I will love you and cherish you forever. I promised this before the gods, and I will hold onto these words.”
The lady was crying. Gwayne’s eyes widened, he dried her face with his thumb, furrowing his brows:
“Why are you crying?”
She looked up at him, lip trembling, one last tear running down her face:
“I am so happy, my lord. I am so lucky to have you as my husband… I prayed so much to the Seven to send me to a good man, to a kind man… I couldn’t have been more blessed than I am at this moment…”
Gwayne felt his own eyes wet, lips turning into a smile. He was the lucky one, for sure. But they had already talked too much. They had a week of rites, celebrations, and so many preparations but now he made sure they wouldn’t be disturbed for two whole days. He made his family promise him that he would be spared for the next days to be with his wife, to know her and consummate their sacrament. And by the gods he would do as he said, he would honor his vows and be with his lady wife, and cherish those unusually quiet hours they had to themselves before their lives returned to the whirlwind of work and duties…
All those concerns disappeared from his brain when he noticed the chamber was prepared as he asked: a hot bath, flowers everywhere, incense burning, a table set with all kinds of fruit and delicacies from the banquet, and the finest wine available in Oldtown.
“Here. Let me help you.”
Gwayne untied the Hightower cloak from his bride’s shoulders, placing it carefully on a table nearby. When he got back to where she was, the little wine he had on the feast got the best of his wits and he held her face with both hands, kissing her. She held her breath, but when he broke the chaste kiss she was smiling, her own fingers holding his shoulders. He felt butterflies on his stomach like a boy seeing a pretty girl for the first time.
Gwayne tilted her chin up with a hooked finger:
“Did you enjoy kissing my lips, my lady?”
She smiled, lips parted, waiting for more, but he still wanted to toy a bit…
“Yes, my lord husband…”
He studied her face, her eyes… never a woman had been prettier to his eyes than his wife at that moment. His wife…
He noticed a small movement of her tongue on her mouth, a twitch of her lips… She needed him as much as he needed her. That was clear. But he was no brute, he took his time learning how to treat a woman properly. How to correctly take care of his wife, how to keep his marriage pleasant and true. And they had time to consummate their bond. He wasn’t going to push her or to fuck her as she was an object… Gwayne was no brute, he was a knight.
But she looked at him with clear signs of desire, her body leaning into his space, her eyes drifting between his own and his lips…
He asked anyway, chivalrous as always:
“We do not need to consummate our matrimony tonight. We have time. But if you want to, as much as I want it… I will be gentle, I promise you. I will make you feel good… As it is your right. Do you understand?”
Gwayne kissed her hand, searching her face again, but she spoke:
“Gwayne… I mean, my lord…”
“You can call me Gwayne…”
“I want to be with you. I am ready to do it… Gwayne.”
“Good. Come with me.”
Gwayne guided his wife to the bath, helping her out of her gown, loosening her braids, keeping her jewels on. She looked like a goddess to him, all bare but for the diamonds and pearls she brought from her kingdom. He couldn’t resist kissing her again, holding her naked waist, feeling her skin prickle and her breath harden. He licked her lips, and she opened her mouth to him. The kiss deepened, Gwayne’s hands kneading the fat on her hips, on her ass, making her gasp from time to time, her nipples hardening against his velvet doublet, and the vulnerability of the situation made her drip for him.
They broke the kiss. Her lips were sensitive. Gwayne was starting to get a little more impatient… So he took his time to breathe deep and calm himself down, which he found almost impossible as he was literally undressing in front of his wife, getting ready to bathe and to have her…
She fought her shyness and stared at his naked body, the pale skin taut over the muscle on his chest, his pink nipples, the auburn hair going down from his stomach until his crotch… He embraced her again, and the sensation of skin against skin almost made him come on the spot. He was so hard already, but he would surely take his time with her. He would give his best to pleasure his wife on their first time together. He dreamed of making this a special moment she would keep in her heart forever, a beautiful moment for her to hold onto in difficult times or when he was away… He would teach her how to make love, how to satisfy her own needs with his body. It was his duty as a husband.
Gwayne entered the bath and helped his wife to join him, laying her back against his chest, and she simply leaned into him, head on his shoulder. He put his arms around her body, sighing at the delicious sensation of the hot water and of her body sliding against his, her plump ass brushing his cock, and he was twitching… Then, she moved a bit from him, and their lips joined again. Her fingers carded through his coppery locks while he held her face, tongue sliding against hers, the heat impossible to contain, and they were already panting. He slid one hand to her breast, marvelling at the softness and how it moulded in his palm, the hard nipple rolling against his fingers and making her moan quietly in his mouth.
The kissing hardened. Gwayne positioned her on his lap, straddling him. Her core was now exactly over his rock-hard cock, and she felt so good she thought she would faint. Their hips found a grinding rhythm by themselves as the making out resumed, and he thought he couldn’t get any harder ever in his life. Her pussy was silky against his dick, sliding back and forth, sideways… They both moaned, licking, lips brushing and sucking on one another, and she was already learning how to kiss him back, her body teaching her exactly what it needed to satisfy that hunger that burned her heart.
As the grinding and kissing took its time, she felt a tightening on her lower belly, a raw pleasure she had never experienced before, and her body moved by itself, circling her hips, making that special spot under her feel so good… Gwayne noticed her movements and how she looked already wrecked, and he pressed his hands splayed on her lower back, bringing her impossibly closer to his own hips, making her rub hard on him… He broke the kiss for a moment to talk her through that new experience:
“Chase the feeling… Push it a bit… Let it go when it gets impossibly good. You will know when you get there…”
She just moaned, grinding harder and harder, feeling the first contractions on her now swollen pussy, and the hot water was spilling all around them, the air was filled with their moans and the sound of water being splashed off the bath… She felt her center tightening, and a sensation that she was reaching somewhere… Something, some state she had never experienced before… Gwayne slipped his hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit, pressing it in slow movements, and she felt it crash down like a huge wave, her eyes shut, her mouth opened, and her heart felt like bursting. It was the strongest sensation she had ever experienced. Her body tingled. All that existed was down there, where they were touching each other, where she was still grinding her pussy on his hard cock and his rough fingers circled her folds slowly, helping her ride that peak… And she fell all at once, heart feeling as if it was exploding, her breath so hard as she wasn’t breathing enough air to keep alive, and Gwayne held her in his arms, caressing her hair, kissing her temple.
“That’s it, my love… It was strong, wasn’t it? Your bliss?”
“Yes… I have never… It felt so strong…”
“Shh… breathe. I know… I am here with you… ”
When her body calmed down, she looked at him, and her eyes were wet again. He felt concerned, but she kissed his lips, licking his mouth, caressing his face, and he felt the change in the air: she was a woman now. She was his woman, his wife, to care, to love, to pleasure, to protect. She was his, all his…
Gwayne stood up, taking his wife in his arms, and walked to the bed, leaving a trail of wet footprints. He laid her carefully over the soft sheets, positioning himself over her body, and they hissed at the touch of their bodies now out of the water: it was warmer, softer. They kissed, hands exploring each other’s bodies, touching all the skin available while their mouths kept kissing and licking in a now rougher way. The need they had an hour ago, a curiosity and excitement of having each other, of seeking pleasure, turned now into an unquenchable thirst, and they kept chasing the high of being together, the feeling of not being alone anymore. They both felt like one, as each other’s limbs were their own; she felt the safety his arms offered, the heat his chest provided, and he felt the love her legs around his waist brought to life. Gwayne broke the kiss, holding her face in his hands:
“May I kiss your body? I want… Gods… I need to feel all of you…”
“Yes… yes…”
The orange light of the fireplace and the candles shone on his curls when he looked down at her, waiting for permission… Then, his lips were on her neck, making the hair on her nape stand up and her nipples harden even more. He licked her neck, savoring the faint scent of soap and roses, licking her clavicle, kissing the space between her breasts, lips finding one nipple and licking it in a feverish caress, eyes closed, mouth watering, the delicious bud on his tongue making his head fuzzy… The taste of her body was magnificent, the sounds she made were the most beautiful music he had ever heard…
Her breasts made him feral, and he stood there a bit longer, flat licking one nipple, then another, hissing at her fingers softly pulling on his hair… He latched to one breast, opening his mouth and taking all he could inside, licking the soft peak… But he couldn’t stay there any longer. He had dreamed of kissing her most private flower… the source of her pleasure… He kissed his way down her belly, holding her down while she arched her back under so much pleasure…
He lined his mouth to her core and looked into her eyes while he had the first taste of her cunt on his tongue, eyes rolling back as he felt it hit… She tasted divine, even more than he imagined… He went back to look at her all spread out to him, using his hands to open her folds as he looked into her virgin pussy, waiting to be filled by his cock… creamy, white wetness gathered in her little hole, and Gwayne felt he could die of hornyness. He teased her with one finger, and she wiggled her hips, taking him gladly. It was already a stretch, but he could make it work for both of them.
Gwayne ate her pussy as if it was his last meal, flat-licking from hole to clit time after time, then sucking at her clit, teasing her hole with his tongue and his finger, slowly, making her want him, making her beg for it...
“Please… Gwayne, please… I cannot… I need you”
She shivered and trembled under his touch. He was all over her, sucking her clit hard and inserting only one finger, touching her in the spot he learned felt so good for women… His wife gasped, moaned, arched her back… And Gwayne could feel her cunt throbbing, her little pussy clenching on his finger while she moaned and called his name, until she stilled.
He made her peak again. Gwayne felt proud of himself: he was satisfied with how he made her feel, because he had promised to himself he would pleasure his wife as she deserved it, and now his woman lay under him, panting, chest rising quickly, eyes glassy, mouth open… He crawled up to her face, kissing her, and she could taste herself on his tongue.
“Was it good, my lady wife?”
She nodded, incapable of words.
“Good. Now… I want to… I need to feel you… It may hurt a little at the beginning, but I promise you the discomfort will be quick and it will feel good right after. I promise you.”
“Do it, Gwayne. Claim me… I’m yours…”
Gwayne did his best to inhale deeply and be as gentle as humanly possible, but with her pleas he felt it getting harder and harder, his want growing and his cock throbbing…
He inserted one finger into her hole, then another. She was loose enough after two good peaks, so it would probably feel good for her again very soon. He inserted a third finger, and moved it slowly. She gazed at him, brows together, and soon she was chasing the feeling by herself, moving her hips…
He took his fingers out of her, positioning his narrow hips over hers, between her thighs, rubbing the sensitive head of his cock on her wanting pussy, and then he got inside in one slow movement. Gwayne’s eyes rolled back, and his mouth fell open as he bottomed in. He inhaled, exhaled, and looked down at his lady wife, and she was smiling at him, caressing his face, mouth open, like a goddess made flesh only for him to have, to pleasure… she moved her hips, circling slowly, and both moaned. Gwayne supported himself on his elbows, letting their bellies rub, and the hair at his navel scratch her folds, stimulating her even more. He moved his hip, taking his cock half out of her hole, and then all the way in again, and they moaned loudly. She had her eyes lidded, and lips parted when she breathed:
“It feels so good… You feel so good… “
“Fuck…”
Gwayne wasn’t a man to curse a lot, but he couldn’t contain his tongue anymore. She felt too fucking good, it was like a paradise. He could fuck her like that forever, slowly, feeling every inch of her silky, creamy walls around his dick…
He couldn’t contain himself anymore.
He needed to come.
Gwayne held himself from that for too long. They had time for more later, now he chased his own high, in and out, in and out… The rhythm built itself as pleasure turned impossible to held back, and his hands held her body down the mattress, keeping her knees folded on his sides, and that position made her cry and come again, and that was it, Gwayne closed his eyes, moaning, mouth agape, his ears ringing, a string of drool fell down his chin to her face, hips moving on their own, their gasps and cries mixing…
And then all got silent but for their panting and their hearts drumming inside of them…
Gwayne got out of her, his seed dripping over her ass, over the sheets, but he kept his wife close, holding her as their breathing slowly turned to normal and the cold air made their bodies shiver.
Her voice brought him back to reality:
“I cannot believe I heard you cursing, my lord…”
Gwayne laughed.
“You made me curse… wife. With this delicious body of yours… I am afraid I will be cursing many times in the future…”
They rested under blankets and furs until the cold air of dawn brought the sounds of the Hightower stirring to life again. But not for them. They would be inside those doors for the time they deserved, only caring about each other and savoring the honeyed feeling of those newfound emotions.
Fuck everything else.