After a wedding day of fear, fun, food and frolic, the married couple left their elders and made their way to their humble, sturdy and new house so lately completed. Thomas drove the team, but Jo-Anne still held both his hands. They said little, but eyes and facial expression spoke volumes of joy , rapture, love and passion. They halted three times for a series of searing kisses and breathtaking embraces. The horses waited patiently and took up the gait when Thomas realized they had stopped. All in all it was a short trip and at their door, Thomas leapt to the ground and seizing his bride by the waist lifted her manfully from the wagon. She slid down his body to the earth. Her taut breasts grazed his cheeks and slid over his chest. Aroused, his manhood, was trapped between her thighs, clothes or no clothes. Both hips thrust forward. There was a fumbling of hands, another passionate kiss.

“Thomas, put the horses away. Hurry!”

Thomas tried to gain some semblance of order releasing Jo-Anne reluctantly. He had such an ache in his groin. He stepped away, but Jo-Anne grasped his member with both hands.

“Thomas, hurry!’

He released her and he stumbled into the wagon. He drove to the barn and unhitched the horses. He unsnapped the lines and they made for their stalls. Off came the bridles, on went the halters, and the harness and collars were stripped , but not any faster than he was about to lose his clothes. He fed the team and gave them a few extra oats. He was still feeling his oats himself. As he left the barn the last rays of the setting sun lit his path to the house. In minutes it would be dark. The ache in his sacrum continued: he adjusted his thrusting pulsating member. He didn’t run, but he made haste for the house. A tiny candle flickered in its holder on the table.

“Jo-Anne?”

No answer. He made for the bedroom. It was pitch dark. He stumbled to the bed.

“Jo-Anne,” he whispered. No answer. He felt across the bed. Something blocked the rays from the only light in the house. He turned.

“God!” There was silhouette of womanhood. Not a god but a goddess in flimsy nightdress was outlined by the candle behind her. The gossamer dress floated over a voluptuous body. The curvaceous hour glass figure paused momentarily striking a sensual pose. Thomas was about to explode. He tore off his garments. Keeping the light behind her, Jo-Anne sinuously slipped toward the bed. The last few steps she danced lightly on tiptoes and gracefully slid beside Thomas. He was so stunned by the theatrical entry he did nothing. He was frozen. Not Jo-Anne. In a reverse of a fairy tale she rolled over his chest and kissed him gently . Thomas responded in kind. Her tongue darted out and skirted his lips. The tactile sensation brought him to life. His tongue sought her mouth. Jo-Anne placed her hands on either side of his head and Thomas encompassed her with his great arms. Neither could escape the kiss. They forgot to breathe. They were strangled for air. Finally for oxygen their lips separated. Thomas hugged her fiercely and began to stroke her back. She moved his head and bit his earlobe. Thomas was surprised. Jo-Anne bit his neck. Her diaphanous cover was open down the front. Both firm breasts were within reach of Thomas’ lips. He kissed them and gently took a hardened nipple into his mouth. She responded. Four hands began to explore. Every orifice received the soft touch. Jo-Anne moaned and Thomas heaved himself against her. “Oh my God!” Jo-Anne rolled aside and the transparency she wore was loosed. Thomas rolled with her and was enveloped by her shapely legs. He sought entry and found it.

“Slowly, Thomas, Slowly.”

They fell into rhythm with their breathing.

“More, Thomas, More!” and she grasped his buttocks and pulled him until he broke her hymen.

“Faster, Thomas, Faster!” and they increased to heartbeat rhythm. The throbbing encompassed their bodies.

“Now! Now!”

Who said that? Without practice they climaxed their union. Thomas tried to withdraw, but Jo-Anne scissored about him. Finally with much bussing and fondling they rolled apart. They drew deep breaths and quietly searched the others body. Even though they had given their all, Jo-Anne found after a period of time her husband was aroused again. Sore though she was, she knelt over him and took him again.

“No, lie still Thomas. I’m going to give you something!”

This time the hip thrusts were hers. Thomas could only stretch and arch his back. The heat, the power, the intensity, the necessity, the drive and they exploded again. Thomas was out of his mind. They lay coupled. They may never stop. Eventually, fatigue and excitement claimed them and Morpheus took them into a heavenly sleep.