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The car was quiet. Bobby wasn’t sure how he felt about it. As much as he joked about how much more talkative Frankie was compared to him, he liked being around someone more outgoing and more willing to voice their opinions, even if it annoyed others, including him very, very occasionally. But in this moment, driving to a small countryside inn in England (a place not so dissimilar from where they grew up but appropriately far enough away to feel like a small vacation from their daily lives) where they would be spending their honeymoon, Bobby wanted nothing more than to hear Frankie’s witticisms or snarky comments as they drove over the hilly landscape, still approximately ten kilometers away from their destination. The quiet wasn’t awkward or unpleasant, but there was something about it that was disconcerting.Finally, he broke the silence. “Frankie?”She turned towards him, clearly jolted out of her thoughts. Bobby noticed the surprise right before she collected herself, her cool, serene smile quickly spreading across her face.He tried not to frown in response. She was putting a mask up towards him, reminding him of before they’d finally confessed their feelings for one another. Admittedly, he had had more of a mask up than she, fearful that she would find his growing feelings for her pathetic, but he’d seen her own mask crumble when he’d told her how he truly felt and she eagerly reciprocated. So why, on their wedding night, nearing the hotel where they would spend their first night together as husband and wife, was she suddenly guarded again?“Are you alright?” He asked, hoping he sounded gentle. His Frankie was a feisty one, afterall.While Bobby was expecting a sassy retort, instead he got more silence. He turned his head to look over at her, keeping an eye on the road out of his periphery.Frankie’s mouth was curled into a frown, her dark, thick eyebrows furrowed. She was staring straight ahead, but gave him a quick sidelong glance before going back to focusing on the roadway. Her arms were crossed around the simple white dress she had changed into after their ceremony, and her hair was blowing haphazardly in the wind.“Are you cold?” He asked, getting ready to pull over so he could put the top on the convertible.“No, no.” She paused for a moment. “I’m fine.”Another silence passed over the car. Bobby kept expecting for her to elaborate, but she never did. “It’s just, you don’t seem fine.”Frankie sighed and rested her hand on her chin. “It’s nothing, really.”“Is it something I did?”“No!” Frankie said quickly, letting out a sharp breath of laughter and turning back towards him. “Nothing of the sort. You’re perfect.” Her eyes softened as she examined her husband, and she reached out a hand to touch his arm lightly. “Perfect.” She repeated, quieter.Bobby decided to drop it for now. Hopefully, when they got to the hotel, she would feel more comfortable discussing whatever was weighing on her. He took her hand and squeezed it. “I love you.”She squeezed back. “I love you too.”~Arm in arm, they walked into the small hotel, pleased to find it wasn’t too crowded. The older woman behind the counter gave them a knowing smile. “You’re the two newlyweds I suppose?” She asked.Bobby felt his face redden; he hoped the woman didn’t notice. “Yes.” He squeaked out before clearing his throat. “Under Jones.” He heard Frankie stifle a giggle, which made him smile involuntarily.The woman handed him their key and pointed towards the stairs before smiling at them with that knowing look in her eye once again. “Best of luck to you.” She called after they’d thanked her and, arm in arm, walked up the stairs.“I’ve never heard your voice go that high.” Frankie chuckled once they were at the room door. “Like a little churchmouse. Oddly appropriate for a vicar’s son.”Bobby shot her an unamused look, then shook his head, laughing. The door clicked, and the pair stepped into the small and cozy room. It had a lived in feel to it, with a colorful quilt on the large bed and a well loved fireplace across from where they’d soon spend their first night together. The thought made Bobby’s stomach flip.Setting down their suitcases, he strode over to the window, admiring the view. A vast, hilly expanse of every shade of green he could possibly imagine. It was vibrant and tranquil all at once, reminiscent of home but also thrillingly new. When he turned around, he saw Frankie was still in the doorway. “The view is beautiful, if you’d like to come see it.” He said hesitantly.She walked over and he could immediately sense that her timidity and apprehension from the car ride was back. “It’s very nice.” She monotoned.Bobby had never seen her like this. Even when they’d been kidnapped and left for dead, she’d always had that self assuredness, that confidence that kept him enviously enraptured. He wrapped an arm around her, and she stiffened, causing him to pull back in alarm. “Frankie, seriously, what’s wrong?”Frankie walked to the bed, arms crossed once again, and sat down, looking at the carpeted floor. “I’m just,” she sighed, “I’m scared.”Bobby sat next to her, leaving a bit of space. “Well, I can understand that. I’m scared too. Marriage is something entirely new-”“No, I’m not scared about marriage.” She picked at a small hangnail on her pointer finger.He leaned closer, catching a whiff of her flowery perfume. “What is it? I want to be there for you.”She rolled her eyes. “You can be so daft sometimes. I’m scared about the wedding night.”Oh. Oh. God, how could he be so dense?! She had every right to be nervous, baring herself to him for the first time, feeling him closer than he’d ever been before. His own excitement had clouded any of his nervousness, but he certainly didn’t want to disappoint her, which was somewhat daunting.“Of course. I’m sorry I didn’t realize what you meant. Seeing as we have never been with each other in that way-”“Oh my God, Bobby!” She turned to look at him with bewilderment. “I have never been with anyone that way, as you so astutely put it!”“I…” Briefly, he was at a loss for words. “I didn’t realize, I figured,” he cleared his throat but he only got more flustered, “it’s fine obviously, obviously of course, but I had assumed,” he stopped talking. Nothing felt like the right thing to say. It wasn’t like he cared if she was a virgin or not, but the fact that she was a virgin did take him by surprise. Frankie, who was always up for the caper, who had readily stayed in the house of a murderer after crashing a car? Who had risked her life to solve a mystery? The woman who had kissed him in a way that made anyone else pale in comparison? An adventurer through and through, with a rebellious spirit and plenty of suitors, he’d assumed she had some experience, more than he had, which really wasn’t all that much, but now he felt silly for assuming wrong.“It’s not like I don’t know what sex is.” She said, cutting his thoughts off. “I’ve read plenty of books. Very educational stuff.” Her lip curled a little bit, but her serious look quickly returned. “I’ve known boys who wanted me to, and I’ve nothing against the activity outside of marriage, you know me, I’m no prude,” the words were spilling out of her. “But no one was worth it. The trouble, the hassle. The…everything.” She leaned against him, letting out some of the tension in her body, relief all over her face at having confessed what was burdening her. “You, you were worth it. God, you’re more than worth it. I…” a shaky breath followed, “I want you so badly, more than I’ve ever wanted anything else. I want to know what you feel like,” her breath caught, “but I…am scared.”Bobby was at a loss as he was engulfed by her words, the vulnerability he had never seen from Frankie, the desire that was permeating her confession. “Frankie,” he put an arm around her, holding her closely, protectively, “the last thing I want is for you to be scared. I love you so much,” he kissed the top of her head, “and we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. When you’re ready, I’m ready.”She groaned. “I want you tonight. I feel like I need you.” She looked up at him, her eyes shining, wide as saucers. “Just be gentle.”He placed a feather-soft kiss on her lips. “Always.” He whispered, and she kissed him back, clumsily, fervently, trying to convey how much she wanted him in that moment, scrambling onto his lap. He felt a stirring in his loins and let out a lusty breath before wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss.She moaned into his mouth before pulling away. “I’ve…” she paused to catch her breath, “I’ve wanted this for such a long time.” She kissed him again, “I’ve touched myself so many times imagining this very moment.” The words flowed out of her like exhaling a breath held for far too long.Bobby thought of Frankie, writhing and panting, her hand buried down her skirt, and felt his cock twitch. He pulled away from her to collect himself briefly, and raised his eyebrows at her. “Really? For how long?”She laughed, “Since I figured out how good I could make myself feel if I touched the right spots,” she kissed him on the side of his mouth, “It’s always been you, never anyone else. I always thought of you.” The confident look he knew and adored came back into her face. She wriggled slightly on top of him, causing him to hold in a grunt of pleasure. “Didn’t you ever think about me?”She was going to be the death of him, Bobby thought, taking him time inhaling and exhaling and beginning to unbutton his shirt before responding, “Yes, I can’t even remember how long I’ve thought you were the most beautiful, sexiest person I’d ever seen.” He swiftly took his shirt off, then his undershirt as well. “I’ve thought of you so many times, and recently it’s been much, much more.” He laughed and kissed her again, his hands gently trailing under her dress, up her stomach to the underside of her breasts, caressing them carefully, making sure she was still comfortable.She nodded in approval and pulled her dress over her head. Staring in awe at her bare chest, he hungrily cupped her breasts before leaning down to kiss them, pressing his face against her soft, pillowy skin, sucking on her nipple as she moaned in approval. She squirmed, and pressed her palms flat onto his chest, making his dick even harder.
“What did…” she let out another moan as he circled his tongue around her other nipple. “When you touch yourself, what do you think about me doing to you?”Bobby popped her nipple out of her mouth and looked at her in surprise. “You want to know?”Bobby’s eyes trailed over his wife’s gorgeous face, flushed with color, the color of desire, her pupils dilated and breath heavy. She nodded. “Please,” she whined.He couldn’t believe he had ended up with someone so incredible. He felt like the luckiest man alive to be with a woman so smart, funny, pretty, and undeniably irresistible. Nothing had ever been sexier to him than his wife, wiggling in his lap, begging him to tell her his most private fantasies about her.“Well,” without meaning to, he looked down at his cock, which was straining, a bit painfully, against two layers of clothing. Following his gaze, Frankie immediately started fumbling with his belt. Laughing, he assisted her with his more stable hands over her shaking ones, and pulled his trousers down. She thumbed the top of the underwear, but he moved her hand away. “Now we’re both as undressed as the other.”“Do you think about being inside of me?” she desperately but slowly rubbed a hand over his fabric-covered erection. “I think about you being inside of me, as near me as you could possibly be-”She was going to make him cum long before he was even close to being inside of her if she kept talking like that. “Of course I think about that,” he paused, “I think about how good I know your…” he paused, but there wasn’t enough blood in his brain to help him truly think about word choice, “pussy feels, how beautiful you must look on the brink of an orgasm,” he was surprised by the words coming out of his mouth, but he couldn’t stop, “how good your mouth would feel-”“My mouth?” She looked perplexed. Absent-mindedly she shifted her hand away from his dick, and he greatly missed the contact. “What about my mouth?”He wasn’t sure if she was trying to get him to say something embarrassing, or if she was genuinely asking him what he meant. He loved that about her, her unpredictability, her sharp sense of humor, how they could keep each other guessing and laughing at the same time. “Your mouth on…my…um…my dick.”Her eyes widened. “Oh.” She smiled and chuckled to herself before quickly kissing him. “Evidently I missed the book on that particular act.”He laughed with her and kissed her on her nose. “A bit of forbidden knowledge from your husband, I suppose.”“And here you were, thinking I was the one who knew my way around things,” she said teasingly. Her gaze drifted back down to his cock. “So…” she leaned forward. “What do I do with my mouth?”There was a pause. “What?”“Again, so daft!” She ran a hand down his cheek, traveling lower, tracing the contours in his chest before settling again at the waistband of his underwear. “What do I do with my mouth on your dick?”Bobby’s face reddened. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Well,” he cleared his throat, “...do you want to?”She nodded.His expression remained bewildered. “Right now?”“My God!” She rolled her eyes. “Yes!” She leaned closer, her hot breath tickling his ear. “Unless it’s boring, of course. Then we better not bother.”Bobby let out a laugh despite himself, then brought his thumb up to her chin, tilting her face so they were making eye contact before placing a gentle kiss lightly on her lips. “I certainly don’t find it boring,” his eyes flicked down to his waistband, and Frankie grinned devilishly, the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen, and also the most wicked.Frankie stood up, and while Bobby immediately missed the touch of her warm, soft skin against his own, pleasure bolts lightninged through him as she pushed his legs apart and kneeled between them, her face almost level with his groin, his cock craning towards his wife’s gorgeous and ravenous look. She reached her smooth, delicate fingers under the waistband of his pants and, after waiting for Bobby to lift his hips slightly, she revealed his nakedness in a swift and anticipatory movement.Frankie’s eyes widened. Bobby watched her carefully, making sure her face wasn’t shrouded with fear. Frankie finally looked back up at him with a small, almost undetectable smirk. He relaxed under her gaze, and couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she adventurously rubbed her hands on his inner thighs.“It’s…hard.” Frankie grazed the head of his cock with her fingertip.Bobby hissed in response, unable to say anything more than a strangled, “Uh huh.” He took a deep breath. “All for you.”She wrapped her hand around his dick, maintaining devious eye contact with Bobby as she did so, obviously relishing the tension that ran through his body all from a simple touch of her hand. “What do I do with my mouth?” She said as she experimentally moved her hand up and down his shaft.“Christ…” Bobby leaned his head back and groaned at Frankie’s slow, teasing, methodical strokes. The bashfulness and propriety he’d still been grasping onto before she’d touched his cock had completely evaporated. “Lick the tip.” He commanded.Without breaking eye contact, Frankie obediently licked the tip of Bobby’s dick, her eyebrows knitting as she took in the taste of him, sweaty and unfamiliar, but intoxicating all the same. She licked again, and Bobby involuntarily bucked his hips. Her eyes widened in surprise, and while the motion briefly shocked her, it also made her feel powerful, knowing she could reduce her husband to such a state without having to do much of anything. “Now what?” She asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes in an exaggerated manner.Bobby’s thoughts were too flooded with desire and his cock was too engorged with arousal for him to think of a witty retort to her coquettish play-acting. “Put your lips around the head,” he said, running a hand through her wavy chestnut hair, “and…suck on it.”The order was so frank, so obscene, that Frankie blushed, secretly thrilled by the filthiness of Bobby’s words. She’d never even imagined him speaking such dirty words, but she’d also never imagined solving a murder mystery with Bobby, and that had most decidedly happened. Frankie opened her mouth, placing her lips on the head of his penis, taking him into her mouth just past the crown of his cock.Her mouth was so warm and wet, and when Bobby looked down, her eyes were still defiantly locked on his. “Fuck…” he muttered, hardly realizing what he was saying as she took more of his cock into her mouth.Hearing Bobby curse caused Frankie to let out a moan herself. Even more excited than before, she sucked determinedly, trying to open her mouth to his full length, but when he hit the back of her throat, she involuntarily gagged and quickly popped him out from between her lips. “It’s too big.” She coughed, shaking her head.Bobby caressed her face. “I’m oddly flattered, my love. But you don’t have to take all of it in your mouth. If what you were doing before was comfortable, do that. It felt incredible.”Reassured, and bursting with affection as Bobby’s gentle “my love” repeated in her mind, Frankie slowly allowed the crown of Bobby’s dick, now leaking a few drops of cum, back into her mouth, noting the salty taste of the droplets as she flicked her tongue over them. Bobby sighed as she did so. Frankie felt a tingling between her legs with every sound of pleasure Bobby made, her arousal throbbing to the quickened pace of her heart.Bobby could feel himself getting close to orgasm as Frankie continued to bob up and down on the head of his cock. As he neared that precipice, he gently pulled away from Frankie, immediately missing the feeling of her feverish, passionate mouth. “I’m getting very close,” he breathed out as Frankie stood up, climbing back into his lap. He placed a kiss on her lips, tasting his own musk and finding himself surprisingly excited by it, “Do you want to…get undressed?”Trepidation flashed across Frankie’s face again, and Bobby rubbed her arm in comfort. “We go at your pace,” he whispered, kissing her cheek, then her chin, then her neck with the softest of touches.Frankie leaned into the kisses, feeling Bobby’s member, still erect, press against her inner thigh. The feeling was like nothing she’d felt before, pleasure bubbling up in her lower stomach in a way that was nearly painful. She wanted nothing more than for Bobby to be inside of her at that instant. “Please,” she stood up and practically tore her panties off herself, the thin fabric already drenched, “I want you.” Back in his lap, their bare skin touching each other, Frankie kissed her husband deeply, trying to let him know how much she needed his touch.Bobby responded to her kiss, his hands splayed across her back. In a fluid motion, he gently laid Frankie’s naked, trembling body against the bed, never breaking the kiss even now as he leaned over her. She parted her legs to give him more space and Bobby took the opportunity to bask in the beauty of his wife’s nakedness, all of her beautiful, perfect body uncovered and waiting for him.“I love you so much,” he said, wishing he could worship at the altar of her body for every waking minute for the rest of his life. He could give everything to this woman, this goddess in front of him, and it still wouldn’t be enough to represent how much he adored her.Frankie brushed a hand over Bobby’s defined chest. “I love you too.” She stretched her legs out, still on either side of him, and arched her back. “Please,” she whispered, “fuck me.”Bobby shivered. He never thought he’d hear those words from Frankie, and he had never felt luckier in his entire life. Lucky to know her, lucky to even be near her, let alone in love with her, and having that love returned. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, imbuing the action with as much of his adoration of her as he possibly could, wishing he could express to her how much she meant to him.Continuing the kiss, Bobby simultaneously moved his hand down Frankie’s soft stomach, soon finding the coarse tangle of hair at her center. He basked in her wetness, her own sign of her desire for him, just as strong and powerful as his own, and found her swollen clit, begging for his touch. Frankie sighed into his touch, encouraging him to massage her at a more fervent pace, but abruptly she stopped him, her eyes meeting his eyes with a look of sheer desperation. “Bobby…” she pleaded, wiggling her hips against him, and bringing her own hand to tentatively grip his cock, still throbbing with want, “I want to feel you inside…” she gasped out, pulling him in for another kiss.After he broke away from the kiss, Bobby gladly obeyed his wife. He raised himself on his knees as Frankie spread her legs further. He could feel her shaking ever so slightly, so he leaned down and kissed her stomach, then the inside of both of her thighs, gently and soothingly rubbing his hands on her body. She steadied, and they exchanged a glance, Frankie looking at him gratefully.“Is this good?” She asked, “Do I need to spread them more?”
Bobby rubbed a hand along her lower thigh and smiled. “It should be. But if anything hurts, just tell me.”Frankie nodded. “Go slow.” She sounded so much more meek than usual, which pained his heart. He didn’t like to see the Frankie he knew, confident, crass, and wise cracking, feeling fearful. He wanted to make her feel as safe as she felt with him when they both had their clothes on. He’d never felt so safe with anyone as he had with Frankie, even through kidnapping, drugging, and coming face to face with multiple murderers.
He took a breath, and focused on lining his cock up with her entrance. Making contact with her skin, she jumped a bit, and he waited for her to settle. Once she did, he again made the slightest contact, her slickness on the crown of his cock. Just the touch itself caused both of them to shiver, which was followed by a laugh from each of them.Slowly, cautiously, Bobby began to push the head of his dick inside of her. Frankie’s muscles tensed, and Bobby looked up, his concern for Frankie far more important than the beginnings of pleasure he was feeling as he broached her walls. “Are you okay?” Bobby asked, taking Frankie’s hand.
She nodded and let out a shaking breath. “It hurts, but keep going. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”“I love you,” Bobby said, squeezing her hand.Frankie smiled. “Love you too.”Bobby pushed onward, his eyes locked on Frankie’s face, which was still pinched in discomfort, until Bobby was halfway inside of her, and her face relaxed.Bobby, for his part, had never felt anything like this before. His few experiences with sex had been perfectly pleasurable, but the experience of warmth, physical and mental, that he felt in this moment, with the woman he loved more than anyone else, was one of the most powerful experiences of his life.
“Keep going,” Frankie said. Bobby, his eyes fluttering open, saw the excitement in her eyes, the confidence making a flickering return. Frankie shifted her hips, causing Bobby to slip further in, earning a grunt of pleasant surprise from both of them. “It’s starting to hurt less.”Bobby, emboldened but still cautious, thrust his member further, nearly all of him enveloped in her folds.Frankie could feel the uncomfortable pinch inside of her subside. While she adored his careful, delicate spirit, her body, coursing with yearning and need, was calling out for him in every nerve end, for him to be completely inside of her, as deep as he could be. Finally, in a last, glorious (albeit tepid) thrust, he was as far into her as possible. Frankie’s muscles relaxed. While the pleasure she’d felt when Bobby had touched her clitoris was evading her as he penetrated her for the first time, the feeling of being full, even if it was uncomfortable in its unfamiliarity, was also deeply satisfying. Any pain she was feeling in her body was overpowered by the state of her mind, the bliss of connection with a man she loved so deeply, who understood her on every level. As Bobby began to thrust rhythmically, the pinching continued to subside, replaced by a dull but consistent tingling of pleasure. While she wasn’t reaching the incredible highs of the women of erotic fiction she’d been able to read without her busybody mother catching on (who preferred to tell her horror stories hammering home the moral of chastity), she felt great joy in how comfortable she felt.
Bobby’s pace was heightening, and she could see from his expression that he was holding back his sounds of satisfaction. She studied his face, his furrowed brow with a tinge of sweat and eyebrows knitted together in deep concentration and exultation, his cheeks rosy and his sweet, sensual mouth slightly ajar. Her eyes drifted to his arms, strong, muscular arms she was so eager to have wrapped around her waist as they slept. His hands, limber and elegant. She nuzzled her face into the left one, and even in his lustful daze, he caringly reached his hand towards her and stroked her cheek, the gentleness of his touch an exquisite contrast with the brawny, rugged power his hands also possessed.Bobby could feel himself getting closer, and the expression on Frankie’s gorgeous face, the pleased, slightly hazy look in her eyes and the smile dancing across her pink, flushed lips, was pushing him ever nearer to the brink. She felt absolutely incredible, the feeling of being sheathed satisfying on every level. It took all his strength to hold back his vocalizations of ecstasy, but he didn’t want to overwhelm Frankie with the bodily rapture she was giving him, her comfort still paramount.“I love you so much,” he gasped out, kissing her, his thrusts becoming more varying. The sensation of Frankie wrapping her gentle and graceful arms around him, pulling him closer, deepening their kiss, was what finally sent him over the edge, and he moaned into her mouth as he came inside of her, his heartbeat amplified in his head as the apex of his pleasure subsumed his every nerve.
Frankie lapped up his moans with her tongue, running her fingers through his hair as she felt the sensations of his orgasm inside of her, her own arousal picking up, thrilled by Bobby’s loss of control, how he practically collapsed into her because of her. Her initial nervousness had been entirely replaced with a feeling of capability and excitement for the future. She wanted to come undone in Bobby’s arms, to moan into his mouth with the same ardor he had given to her.Bobby laid down next to his wife, spent, but mulling over the word over and over again in his head. Wife . He was quick to drift into sleep.Frankie turned onto her side and giggled upon seeing Bobby, immediately sound asleep. She slid closer to him, wrapping his arms around her, the wonderful coda on a perfect night. She didn’t mind his immediate trip to dreamland after they’d coupled for the first time, even though Frankie knew Bobby would probably apologize for it profusely over breakfast, wishing he’d been able to ask her how she was feeling. The thought made her smile.
Right now, she was glad to communicate through touch, on that primal, spiritual level. They had all the time in the world to talk.