When the sun found its way through the window, Bill was already awake and holding Allison happily in his arms, her hair tickling his nose, her scent intoxicating him. It would be so easy to just make love to her now, to show her all the intimate activities two people shared. But his mind refused to allow that. He knew, just as surely as he knew his name, that this woman was meant to be his wife, his lifetime love, his best friend. He wanted their lovemaking to be a celebration.
Leaning down, he kissed her nose and began whispering tender words into her ear. "I love you, Allison. Wake up and share the day with me. We have the whole day ahead of us, then tomorrow, then every tomorrow for the rest of our lives."
Allison opened her eyes to the face of her beloved. She smiled and yawned, stretching, her body seductively pressed against his. It all came back to her, the day of flirting and learning, the evening with the exchange of vows, going to her bed with a man for the first time. Now, she was waking with her love, something she wanted to do for the rest of her life. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his face close to hers, their nose bumping, their lips meeting.
Bill was a success in business because he was able to make a decision and execute the plan, and his judgement was sound. So it was this morning. He decided that he was going to marry his Allison, and when they finally made love, she would be his wife.
For her part, Allison knew she had found her true match. If she never knew more about him than she knew today, it was enough. This man was good, loving, kind and wonderful. She had the rest of her life to learn anything else she might need.
"I am thinking of a wonderful day. Will you join me, Allison? Will you spend this day with me?" he whispered. Her dazzling smile was all the response he needed. As she snuggled against him, she became aware of the nakedness of their bodies. Last night, she had been drunk with passion and desire. Today, she was suddenly shy. Sensing this, Bill left the bed and walked into the bathroom. He left the lights off and the room was softly lit only by the candles he found there. Removing his shorts, he started the shower and called to Ally, inviting her to join him.
She was shy, but she was also a woman in love. She couldn't pass this opportunity to be with Bill, learn new things, share another new experience. Ally quickly climbed from the bed, shedding her satin underclothing, and entering the shower. It was cozy there, the candle light glowing through the curtain, Bill filling the space with his presence. His hands were soapy and warm, finding her naked body and covering it with lather. He used no cloth, just his palms, finding their way over her flesh, cupping her breasts, sliding over her soft skin, finally moving between her legs to cleanse her. She cried out more than once at the pleasurable feelings he was creating. His hands moved up and down her spine, pulling her close to him, shaping her willing flesh. He moved her under the spray and wet her hair, then shampooed it, playing with the long strands, creating intricate hairstyles. Ally felt so pampered and loved. His hands never stopped, moving and learning, inciting her body with his touch. Finally, he rinsed her and declared she was sparkly clean.
Now, it was Allison's turn. She filled her palm with the scented liquid soap, warming it before she touched her love. Then, she began washing him, his lovely furry chest, his muscular back. It was incredibly sensuous, touching him so lightly, yet intimately. Finally, she stood close to him, cupping his ass cheeks in her hands, feeling his manhood taut against her. They kissed and he throbbed. Ally felt the now familiar ache between her legs and wondered how they would be able to wait another minute. She pulled away from his tempting lips and looked down at him. Even in the dim light, she could see clearly his engorged cock. It was so lovely, so hard. Her soapy palms slid down his chest, moving into his curlies and touching his hot cock for the first time. She loved the texture, the smoothness, the slickness.
Bill almost came from her touch. He wanted her so much, and finding her so willing and trusting excited him. Still, he moved away from her, rinsing himself and keeping some distance between them. "Do you trust me, Ally?" he asked.
"With my life, Sir" she replied.
