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They passed into the inn, where Eamonn, the small, tubby landlord, greeted them, his bright blue eyes shining. “Congratulations, ye wonderful young people, an’ may ye be showered wi’ blessings forevermore.”
“Thank ye, kind sir,” Greta said, with a gesture of helplessness. “I would kiss ye, but this husband of mine will nae put me down!”
Eamonn laughed, then moved forward to kiss her cheek. “All is ready for ye, sir and madam,” he said with excessive politeness, bowing and smiling. Then he led them upstairs to a room at the end of a short corridor. He opened the door, and Finn carried Greta over the threshold. Eamonn left discreetly, closing the door quietly behind him.
They looked around at the small neat room. It was simply decorated and spotlessly clean, with yellow curtains at the window and a pale-blue linen coverlet on the bed. Colorful garden flowers sat on a table beside the window, filling the room with their fresh scent, and on the bedside table sat a full bottle of Irish whisky and two glasses.
“My God, Greta, this must have cost him a week’s takin’s!” Finn looked at it in awe, then he grinned at her mischievously. “Would ye like a dram tae settle yer nerves?”
But Greta did not want to wait. She shook her head and pulled her husband close, then turned within the circle of his arms. “My nerves are fine. Now undress me, Husband,” she ordered.
Finn chuckled and obeyed her eagerly. He deftly undid the laces at the back of her dress, peppering her neck, shoulders, and back with tiny kisses. Then, as he undid the last lace, he turned her around to face him, then slid the dress gently over her hips. It fell onto the floor with a whisper, leaving her in nothing but a filmy shift.
He gazed at her wide-eyed for a long moment, then began to tear off his clothes as though they were burning him until he was completely naked.
Greta did not have the time to admire his body before he lifted her off her feet and laid her on the bed, then stripped off her shift by pulling it over her head. Only then could they look at each other for the first time.
“I knew ye would be lovely, Greta,” he murmured as his gaze roamed over her body. “But no’ quite as lovely as this.” He ran his rough hands over the perfect globes of her breasts, and her nipples hardened under his touch, then he moved them to skim over the silky skin of her flat stomach and down to the little thatch of hair at the top of her thighs. There he paused and glanced up at her. She looked absolutely terrified.
“Do ye trust me, Greta?” he whispered, as he slid up her body and kissed her breasts, sucking each ripe nipple into his mouth while he teased the other with his fingers. Obeying some primitive instinct she could not fight against, Greta arched her hips up to meet him and felt the hardness of his member against her skin for the first time ever.
When she felt one of his fingers slide inside her, then two, she gasped. “What are ye doin’?” She felt their rhythm as he moved them in and out, then she realized.
“Stretchin’ ye,” he replied, smiling at her. “Ye must be ready for me, darlin’.”
Greta felt his fingers part inside her, widening her entrance. She could not stand the waiting anymore.
“I am ready,” she said desperately. She wound her arms around his neck and looked deeply into his cobalt-blue eyes.
Then she felt him. At first, a gentle pressure against her entrance, then a little more as he inched slowly inside her, his eyes not leaving hers.
He was anxious as he advanced, but he knew that however gentle he tried to be, her first time would hurt.
Greta gave a squeal as he broke the barrier of her maidenhead, and a dart of fierce pain shot through her body.
Finn stopped at once. “I am so sorry,” he whispered as he gazed at Greta’s agonized face.
However, she wanted more, no matter how painful it was. “Go on, Finn,” she pleaded. “Please.”
He needed no further bidding. Her body welcomed him inside, and at last, he was where he had wanted to be since the first time he had seen her. Now she was his, and they were joined by their vows and by their bodies, moving together in the oldest rhythm of all.
It was heaven, but as she climbed toward the peak she had reached only once before, Greta felt a sense of anticipation; something titanic was about to happen. And it did. This time she was able to hold on to Finn, and their flesh almost melded together as a blast of something she could only describe as ecstasy shook her; she clung to Finn as she screamed at the almost unbearable pleasure.
She shuddered as she slowly descended to Earth, clinging to him as a delicious languor crept over her.
Finn reached the fiercest climax he had ever experienced as he saw the look on Greta’s face, and he held her tightly against him as they slowly came back to Earth.
“Is it always like that?” she asked in disbelief. “As if ye are goin’ tae die of pleasure?” She pillowed her head on his hard chest as she spoke.
He kissed her forehead. “Well, it always feels nice, but maybe not as nice as that a’ the time.” He laughed, then kissed her forehead again. “But it will no’ be as sore as that again, or so I was told.”
They lay in contented silence for a long time, then Finn sighed. “Greta, if I lie here much longer, I am goin’ tae have tae make love tae ye again.” His voice was sorrowful.
“Oh, dear, that sounds terrible!” Greta said, giggling. Then she sighed in mock resignation. “Let us get it over with then!”
Finn did not have to be told twice.
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