A Ritual - The Wedding

As I came home from the day out with my friends, Craig was already home,
waiting for me, in a way I enjoyed my husband waited for me.
I did hope he enjoyed the day as much as I had done, but did not ask him.
Somehow it did not feel like I needed to ask him, it’s as if I already had a good idea.
With time we discovered more and more, new things about how things work.
Like how he lay limp, waiting for me the other day, I now get the impression he love it.
On the other hand, I feel I would have loved that too, possibly just as much.
A memory, a recollection of the day starts a chain reaction, it’s the situation before.
Suddenly it strikes me how I’m to go about realising my desire I recognised.
Moments later I could see his lips was sealed, as I thought about the moment.
I also noticed how excited he got, how it reminded him of his moment.
Then I realised my lips also was sealed,
a moment before it hit me how excited it made me feel.
As if I had not been fully aroused from the moment I entered my home, as he was home.
I notice that he carry me to the bed, our bed, placing me on it, with my back down.
Somehow I can’t help myself, I enjoy it, but I simply can’t move, even more exciting.
He leave me motionless, limp on our bed, then walks out of the room for a moment.
After that he come back, looking at me, as if he had found me for the very first time.
From one perspective I guess it is true, as he could not have seen me like this.
He never could have known me quit like this, just like I never saw him like this.
Laying on the bed, much like a doll, motionless, yet there are things I had control over.
Only that is no part of myself, such as you would see me, even if this now is more me.
Slowly he moves up, towards me, my limp body, I feel he is also fully aroused, erect.
My eyes move, drift off to greet him, so that I can see him coming towards me.
I follow him, his movements towards me, all the way, until he leans forwards over me.
He hold me in his hands, delicately grasping me in his hands,
with the care one can only manage from love, the love we feel for one another.
He briefly lift up my waist for a short moment, before his hands slide further down.
Ending up between my legs, sliding in, inside me simultaneously, then separating.
I feel his gaze on my hips, gliding in, inside me, pleased with the pink hue inside.
Knowing it means to represent my arousal, never ending, never diminishing.
Silent, wordless I can only look at his face as he look into me, then licks eagerly.
Lapping inside of me, in an effort, so futile to dry me up, not bothered or hindered.
With my hands at my sides, I feel his hands retracted, as he finishes of here for now.
His hands then finds my other entrance, open only for him, then enters his hands.
How wondrously I feel my hands drawn towards it, to wards his hands as he spread me.
As his hands allow my hands entrance, I feel them slide in, inside of me, just before.
Then his hands suddenly pulls out of me again, and with that sealing my hands in.
For some exciting reason that leaves me somewhat restricted, excitingly enough.
Now he leaves me like this for a moment, as I can’t help myself, enjoying this too.
Soon he is back, then I see him over me, looking into my eyes again, shining brightly.
He then place a hand on my face, slipping his hand inside of my mouth.
I notice him pulling out my tongue, unable to move I can but enjoy the wondrous act.
As he let go of it, it has to remain outside of me, as he then kiss me with his sealed lips.
Naturally I do part them, before I pull him out, sucking him in, united in joy.
Then he enters me again, causing me to cum once more, then again, again and again.
The clock is ticking, enjoying, enduring the pleasures granted us, unable to resist.
Caught, captured amidst passions, never letting go.