At Long Last

At Long Last

Copyright © 2013 N.R. DeRaj
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Published
Toronto, Ontario, Canada

I took a deep breath as I sat on the edge of the tub, my white gown pulled up
near my hips. Gently, I tightened the elastic straps connecting the stockings to my garter belt, careful not to cause a rip in the delicate fabric. My mind replayed the day's events in my head as I reached behind my back to loosen the corset-like ties of my dress—the beautiful white and gold ceremony, tearful wedding vows, his lips brushing against mine afterwards, the cheerful dancing and pouring of wine, dinner and dancing. I could not have dreamt of a lovelier wedding day, or a more wonderful person to share it with.

Arion
had won my heart from the first date. He was not the rugged, muscular type of man which my friends always sought, but he was perfect for me. I loved everything about him—his light brown eyes, his clean-shaven and kind face, his messy dark tresses. I loved his lean physique, his height, and the fact that I was able to look in his eyes and wrap my arms around his neck when we kissed.

We’
d met at college in a psychology class, a month after my 19th birthday. Arion was a year older than me, quiet, and very intelligent. While I was struggling with the class, he easily completed assignments without any problem. I boldly asked him one afternoon to help me study for the mid-term exam, and then talked him into meeting me at the campus coffee shop. He was accommodating, patient, and understanding as he explained cognitive development to me, a subject that completely bypassed my understanding, and I was charmed by his amiable personality. After a few study sessions, he asked me to join him for dinner. The subsequent years of restaurants, movies, and various dates seemed to have passed quickly now that I was sitting in the bathroom of our honeymoon suite after a day of elaborate celebration.

Although we’
d dated for five years and been engaged for another two before getting married, Arion and I had never consummated our relationship. I’d never been with a man and wanted to save myself for the right opportunity. As always, Arion was supportive and understanding of my desires and agreed that we should wait until our wedding night to be together.

There’
d been several times throughout our relationship that we’d nearly broken our pact, especially after the engagement. I found Arion very attractive and it was hard to resist him at times. Once we graduated college and were free of dorms and roommates, the temptation to ask Arion to stay the night was greater than ever. Arion had always been strong-willed though, and urged me to keep true to the promise I’d made myself. He refused to treat me with anything other than honour and respect, and always kept my happiness and best interests at heart.

I loved him more than words or
simple wedding vows could explain, and I couldn't imagine a more wonderful man to give myself to.

I took another deep breath in an effort to calm myself, but it rattled in my throat. The night that
Arion and I had spent seven years waiting for was finally here, and I was undeniably nervous. With the corset back loosened, I slid my satin gown to the floor and quickly gathered up the fabric. Placing it on a hanger, I pulled the garment bag around it and slowly zipped it closed before turning to look at myself in the mirror. A light pink flush had already formed over the pale skin of my upper chest and cheeks, and I was certain it was not caused by the wine I’d sipped at the reception.

I’
d worn my honeymoon lingerie under my gown—a white corset with baby blue trim at the top and bottom edges and a pair of low-cut white panties. I opted to leave the pale blue garter belt and sheer hose on as well, but removed my satin shoes and placed them beside the door. I gave myself a slow look-over in the mirror, smoothing out my lingerie and wondering if Arion would approve of what I chose to wear. I turned to the side and straightened the stockings, then placed my hands under the cups of my corset, pushing up a little to see if it enhanced my bust.

I imagined
Arion's hands were pushing at my chest instead, and a small sigh escaped from my mouth. My face flushed darker and I quickly dropped my arms to my side, shaking my head to try to calm my mind. I began removing the pins from my golden blonde hair, smoothing my curls as they fell from the intricate up-do.

I worked quickly, letting my hair down and
arranging it over my shoulders. I leaned forward towards the mirror, checking my makeup and making sure no smudges had appeared at my eyes or lips. I absentmindedly wondered how long I’d been in the bathroom, and as if he had heard my thoughts, Arion knocked at the door.

“N
eed some help with your dress? You've been in there a while, love,” I heard him call from the other side of the door.

“
No,” I answered back, my voice coming out more unsteady than I’d hoped. “I'll be out in just a moment.”

I heard
Arion's footsteps move from the door, and I sighed heavily as I looked in the mirror a final time. Although my reflection stood perfectly still, I felt as though every inch of me was trembling. I swallowed hard and backed away from counter, turning and flipping the light switch as I opened the door and exited the bathroom.

* * *

As I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, I felt as though I’d somehow left my body. Arion's eyes met my own before I quickly looked at the floor, and I felt his gaze slowly travel down the length of my frame. A sudden flood of insecurities rushed to the back of my mind as I stood in front of my new husband, nervous and inexperienced, wearing lingerie that highlighted parts of my body no one else had ever seen.

I bit my bottom lip as I
forced myself to look up at Arion. He was lying on his side on the bed, in nothing but a pair of dark blue boxers. His brown locks were tousled as if he’d just woken up, and his typically light brown eyes seemed darker than usual.

I let my gaze trail over his chest, sprinkled with sparse dark curls, down to his lean stomach where a thicker trail of dark hair lay under his
navel. I felt my face flush again as I noticed that the trail of dark curls disappeared into the top of his boxers, and that there was a slight bulge at the front of the fabric.

I stood still and stared at the
sheets, unsure what to do at this point.

My breath was slow and shallow, and my body stiffened as I heard
Arion move off the bed and begin walking towards me. I didn't dare move as I felt him settle behind me, but a soft gasp came from my mouth as I felt him lightly touch my side. One of his hands slowly began to move up and down, seemingly stroking the silky fabric of my corset. I felt the other gently remove my hair from my shoulder, and I felt his warm breath on my neck as he leaned forward.

“
Why are you so nervous, love? It's me,” Arion spoke softly before planting a kiss on my skin.

I felt myself relax a little at his words, leaning back against his chest as his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I moved my hand over his, squeezing softly and letting out another small sigh.

“I'm…I'm sorry,” I whispered softly. “I don't know what’s come over me. Do you like it? The clothes. Outfit. The lingerie, I mean. Melissa helped me pick it out. I wasn't sure what you would like. If you don't like it then—”

Arion
's hand moved over my mouth and he laughed softly. I felt a little embarrassed, but my nervous rambling was quickly forgotten as he placed another kiss on my earlobe. A shiver ran up my spine and I relaxed more against my husband's chest.

“Y
ou look beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “More beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined. And I've thought about this many, many times.” Arion pulled me tight to his chest and trailed his kisses down over my shoulder, moving his hand so that he could hold my own. “Can I touch you?”

I felt my br
eath hitch at his question, and I squeezed his hand tightly. “Yes,” I replied.

Without any hesitation, I felt
Arion's large hands move to my stomach. He trailed his fingertips lightly over the fabric and buried his face in the crook of my neck, pressing his lips against the warm flesh. I felt as though my skin was on fire, and every kiss or touch he placed on my skin heightened the sensation. I couldn't help but let out a small moan as his tongue trailed over the area his lips had just touched. His hands moved towards my back and he slowly moved away, putting a little distance between us.

My body nearly went limp as
Arion began rubbing my spine, making deep massaging movements to work the tension out of my body. I vaguely noticed being moved towards the bed and being laid on my stomach on top of the sheets. I felt the lacing on my corset being untied, and moaned again as Arion's palms pressed against the skin of my bare back with slight pressure. Every touch felt incredible and although I’d experienced professional massages before, nothing compared to this.

He continued to move his hands up and down my spine, relaxing my body further as he worked. I gasped as I felt
Arion's hands slide down over my backside, squeezing softly. A tingling sensation began to build between my thighs and I involuntarily moved my hips towards the bed, forcing another gasp from my mouth.

Encouraged by the sounds I was making,
Arion began squeezing and massaging my flesh with more pressure. I squirmed on the bed, grasping at the sheets and moving my hips with his touches. Arion gently grasped my arm and side, moving me with care until I was on my back. I looked up at my lover—his eyes were still dark, his lips parted, a flush had settled over his skin as well, and a growing need was visible on his face. He reached for the front of my corset, slowly pulling the fabric away from my midsection. I resisted the urge to cover up my chest, but I couldn't help but look away as Arion's eyes scanned over my body. His finger under my chin tilted my face up towards him again, and I felt his lips press softly against mine in a reassuring kiss. Soon his lips were crushed against my own and our mouths began moving with need.

I couldn't remember a time that
Arion had kissed me like this, with this much fervor. I felt one of his hands cup my breast, squeezing softly as he parted my lips with his tongue. I moaned again, this time into his mouth as he kissed me. His thumb brushed over my nipple, causing more heat to pool between my thighs, and I dug my fingernails into the sheets. I squirmed on the bed and pressed my thighs together, reluctant to move and possibly lose the delicious sensations I was experiencing.

As
Arion moved his mouth, I nearly opened my own to complain. Any words preparing to exit my mouth were quickly pushed from my mind as I felt Arion's lips press against the soft skin of my breast. I nearly jumped on the bed as he moved to my nipple, kissing over the small nub over slowly. As his tongue dipped out from between his lips, I felt my hips jerk upwards and I grabbed at his shoulders. Arion's free hand moved to my other breast, cupping it gently and massaging with his fingertips. I couldn't decide which I found more gratifying: the relaxing pleasure resulting from his massage, or the warm, wet stimulation from his mouth. The trembling between my legs was becoming nearly unbearable, and I felt desperate to find an end to it. Arion trailed his tongue downwards slowly, dragging it over the rest of my chest. I shivered and looked down at him, watching curiously as he moved over my stomach.

“
Arion? What are you—” I began, stopping my question as he made his way to the top of my garter belt. I gasped softly and touched at the flush on my cheeks as he looked up at me before pulling at the sides of the undergarment. I lightly lifted my hips, and he easily pulled the belt down to my knees. I felt him unbutton the straps holding onto my stockings, and in a moment they were pulled from my legs. His fingers quickly found their way to my panties, pulling at the revealing bottoms. He gently tugged the fabric down and off of my body along with the remaining belt. I pressed my thighs together as I lay in front of him wearing nothing but the ring he had given me. I stiffened as Arion placed his hand on my knee, starting to push my legs apart. Quickly I gasped and sat up, covering my face as my body quivered from all the stimulation. Arion wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest, stroking my hair lightly and planting a kiss on my forehead. “Tell me what's wrong,” he said as brushed my hair behind my ear.