Fulfillment-By heathisforme
Running through the grassy fields, they teased each other with a longing only
lovers can feel. He chased her, finally catching her, falling to the ground,
laughing loudly. She looked up into his sapphire eyes, smiling. Slowly, as in
slow motion, he leaned down and kissed her ruby red lips, gently. With closed
eyes, she deepened the passion, making him groan with desire.
"I love you Heath." she whispered into his ear, her breath making him
desire her more. They rolled around the grass, wanting each other, but knowing
that they had to wait till after they married. Heath looked at his intended,
long blonde flowing hair, now with sticks of grass poking out. Her eyes heavy
with desire as she closed them and they kissed passionately once again.
"I love you too, Lucy." Suddenly, they remembered where they were and
pulled themselves together. "Can’t get too carried away, Lucy!" said
Heath, standing up, holding his hand out for Lucy to take hold. Hand in hand
they walked back to their mounts, Heath helping her up. She smiled down to him
and watched as he leaped up onto Charger. Sighing, she kicked the flanks of her
golden horse and took off in a rush. Heath laughed and followed her, letting
her win the race. They raced through the open field, the grass blowing in the
wind. Their laughter filled the air as they reached the gates of the ranch
house.
"I told ya I’d win, Heath. I told ya!"
"Yeah, you sure did, Luce. Ya sure did." He winked at her as he
helped her down both knowing he let her win. It was just part of the game. Hand
in hand they went in, giggling and chuckling, making the others smile as they
entered the foyer of the giant house. It was so wonderful to see Heath so
happy.
The next few days past by in a blur, the wedding coming closer, the couple was
understandably nervous. There was a lot of preparation involved, dresses,
suits, flowers, decorations, people to invite. They weren’t going to have a
large wedding, just wanted the important people there, their family. They went
for a daily ride through the grassy fields, eventually stopping to talk about
the future.
"How many children you want Luce?"
"I don’t know…maybe three?"
"Three? How about four? That’s a nice round number." He smiled
lopsidedly at her, and pulled at a blade of grass. He traced a pattern around
her lips with it, making her swat at his hand. He pulled his hand away,
chuckling as she rubbed her face.
"Four? Four? You want FOUR? Who’s looking after all these children?"
"We will together, Luce." She gently slapped his hand as he tickled
her again with the blade of grass.
"And while you’re out playing with the horses and the cattle?"
"Well. I guess that’s your job then." He chuckled at her expression.
She pouted as he leaned over and kissed her puckered face. He placed a trail of
kissed to her ear where he breathed "I can’t wait till you’re Mrs. Heath
Barkley. Mmmmm….what a nice sound that is."
"I like that sounds of that, Heath. Mr. and Mrs. Heath Barkley."
Closing her eyes, she let her hands roam down his muscular back, pulling him
closer. His hands caressed her face, around the back of her neck and deepened
the kiss. Her lips parted as he gently probed her with his tongue. She
hesitatingly touched it with her tongue, enjoying this new way of kissing.
Still sitting up, his hands roamed hesitatingly to her chest, waiting for her
to protest. When she didn’t, he caressed the mounds slowly, watching as she
enjoyed this first experience. He smiled when she closed her eyes, and arched
into his hand, moaning quietly at the unbridled pleasure he was giving her. Her
hands crept around to his chest and slipped inside the blue shirt that was
opened at the top. She gasped as she threaded her fingers through the soft mass
of hair that was at the top. It felt so right being here with him. Suddenly she
opened her eyes. "Heath?"
"Yeah Luce?" He stopped what he was doing, searching her face with
concern. "Are ya okay, honey?"
"I’m scared of the wedding night, Heath."
"You don’t have to be Luce. I’d never hurt ya."
"I know, but I’ve never done this before." He smiled, wrapping his
arms around her.
"I’m glad, Lucy. I promise to make our wedding night a very special
night."
"Heath?" She looked up at him with passion in her eyes.
"Yeah, my love?"
"Promise me it’ll always be like this." He nodded as their mouths met
again in a fury of passion. When they finally parted, he caressed her face and
pulled her up.
"Time to go, my love." She kept her smaller hand in his larger,
callused hand and they walked over to the horses who were munching the browned
grass. The sun was starting to set as they rode back, slowly, each deep in
thought about the wedding day.
The day before the wedding was a flurry of activity. Lucy’s family arrived and
settled into the hotel. Lucy was at the ranch house, making sure that things
were perfect and pacing around the room. Heath chuckled as he watched his
intended, feeling the knot tightening with nervousness. He wasn’t nervous about
marrying Lucy but he was nervous about the wedding night. He hoped to make it a
special night, knowing it would be the first time for her. He watched as she
scurried around, then caught her eye. He nodded his head towards the door,
hoping that they would get a few minutes alone before the house was busy with
family. She nodded, taking his hand. They walked towards the far paddock,
silently, each knowing that this was the last day of being single. They were
both looking forward to their day and the wedding night.
"I can’t believe it, Heath. We’re going to be married tomorrow. This time
tomorrow night we’ll be Mr. and Mrs. Heath Barkley!" She grinned at him
and wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her head on his chest. She
smiled as she felt his arms wrap around her, his head resting on hers. He
smelled the scent of roses and breathed deeply.
"Are ya okay? Not too nervous are ya?"
"I’m not nervous about marrying you, honey. You’re the one I’ve dreamt
about. You make me very happy. I’m only nervous about making a mistake in our
vows, tripping over my dress, fainting." She grinned, "How about you?
Are you nervous?"
"No, I’m not nervous. But like you, I’m scared of making a fool of myself
with the vows, messin’ up the words, scared ole Nick will forget the
ring." She smiled as she thought about the family she was marrying into. A
prestigious name, wealth and family closeness. A family that stuck together
through thick and thin. Yes, she thought, I’m going to be very happy married to
this man. A kind and gentle man who will do everything to protect me and his
family. She snuggled closer to the man she loved while he tightened his
embrace. He was very happy to be marrying the woman of his dreams. A woman he
knew would stand by him no matter what. A woman that made him feel complete.
Tomorrow they would be married and then they would begin their lives together.
Happiness. He loosened his hold on her and saw her brown eyes searching his
face. She stood on her tip toes, wrapping her arms around his neck drawing his
head closer. She kissed his lips slowly, seductively, wanting more of him. As
he pressed his body closer to hers, she felt his maleness hardening against
her. He groaned as she ground herself closer, wanting something but not knowing
what. "Honey, I think we had better go in now. After tomorrow, I’ll teach
you everything you need to know." She smiled as she kissed him again and
again, loving the feel of his masculinity against her. She was nervous about
the wedding night.
The next morning was spent with the bride and groom dressing with nervousness
of their day. Lucy’s mother came in, giving her something old, the veil that
she wore on her own wedding. Something borrowed, a necklace that belonged to
her grandmother. Something blue came from her sister, a blue garter and
something new, the handkerchief embroidered with her initials that she held in
her hand. Lucille Gabrielle Andrykew looked stunning in her long white gown
with flowered lace forming the collar. The shoulders were pleated to make it
look larger and the bodice closing around the waist making her look very
narrow. The rest was flowing over feet with a small hem of lace. It was
buttoned up with ivory buttons and a flowered veil completed the ensemble. She
was a sight to behold.
While her mother and sister helped her get dress, her mother gave her the
wedding night talk. About how it was her duty to please her husband in the
marital bed. She didn’t have to like it, but she had a duty to provide him with
children and she was not to refuse him. Lucy couldn’t look either one in the
eye after this talk, her face reddened as her mother spoke and her married
sister winked at her knowingly.
Finally it was time. Lucy’s father gasped when he saw his daughter for the
first time. She was beautiful. He kissed her cheek while she looped her arm
through his. He patted her hand, "Are you ready, Pet?" She took a
deep breath and nodded. Slowly they descended the stairs to her future husband.
Her heart pounded wildly but she was happy. She was getting married. They
walked up the aisle, staring at her intended. His blue eyes smiled as she
walked towards him. What a handsome man, she thought as she observed Heath in
his navy blue suit, with a white shirt, and string tie. He had a white
carnation boutonniere. He took her soft and small hand facing the minister. He
said the words of the ceremony and they responded automatically, never taking
their eyes off of each other. They heard the words, "You may kiss the
bride." He smiled, nervously, and lifted up the veil. They kissed in front
of family and friends as the minister announced, "Ladies and gentlemen,
may I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Heath Barkley." They turned and walked back
down the aisle that they previously walked up as single people.
They barely ate the potluck lunch that was brought for the reception. There
were presents to open and a dance then they could go on their honeymoon. They
held hands, opened their presents, thanked everyone for the gifts all the while
thinking about the night ahead of them. They danced a few dances then it was
finally time to go. They changed into their travel clothes and said goodbye to
everyone as they made their way into the covered carriage that was to take them
to the hotel for the night. They would take the train to San Francisco in the morning
and spend a week there in a hotel on the ocean front, a gift from Heath’s
family.
When they arrived at the hotel, Lucy was very nervous. She didn’t know what to
expect. She knew she wanted those special kisses and the caresses that made her
melt into his arms. He took their valises and her hand, leading her upstairs
into the room. She was shaking as she changed into her lacy nightgown that her
sister had given her, shyly making her way to him. He had his back to her but
heard the water closet door close. He slowly turned around, seeing his wife.
She was beautiful with her reddened cheeks, unsure of what to do next. He held
out his hand. She took it, and watched as he poured champagne into the flutes
on the table. She took the offered glass, never taking her eyes off of her
husband.
He took the glass from her setting both glasses back down on the table. He took
her in his strong arms, whispering to her that he loved her. He kissed her
lightly on the lips, and slowly caressed her back, trying to relax her. She
responded, wrapping her arms around him. He moaned as her hands ran slowly up
and down his back and under his shirt. She felt the taut muscles as she
caressed him. He kissed her more urgently, but gently pushing his tongue
through her slightly parted lips. He tasted her mouth, searching for her tongue
that he found, waiting for him. His hands caressed her back and down to her
buttocks, pulling her closer. His body responded as he listened to her sighing
his name. He picked her up, trailing kisses down her neck and gently placed her
on the bed. He undid the lace on her nightgown, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Trust me?" he asked as he held her shaking body next to hers. She
nodded and drew his head down to hers as she kissed him with all the passion she
possessed at that moment. He kissed her lips, her chin, and slid the nightgown
over her shoulders. He kissed her neck, moaning as his hardness pulsated
against the tightness of his pants. Her hands moved down his back and under his
shirt, wanting to feel his skin next to hers. He lay on his side, caressing her
heaving breasts, making the nipple harden with desire. Her heart was pounding
at the sensations that ran through her body.
She worked at the buttons on his shirt, wanting to feel the soft hair that was
there. She slid the shirt off his shoulders and gasped at the muscles that
rippled as he continued to caress and kiss her mounds of flesh. She lifted her
body so he could slip the dress off. He gasped when he saw her silky body for
the first time. His body responded with a strong desire. Their touches were
more desperate now as he kissed his way down her stomach. His hands touched the
soft hair that was protruding from the lacy undergarments. He gently removed
them as he kissed her thighs and touched her glistening tunnel. She gasped as
he gently caressed her. Her body felt alive as he kissed the wetness that
formed at the apex of her legs. Her body began moving all on its own, she
couldn’t stop the rushing feeling as her husband kissed, licked and nibbled at
her most vulnerable spot on her body. She moaned and writhed as he gave her the
pleasure of his mouth. He wanted to feel her wetness around his maleness,
wanted very much to enter her and let her feel the pleasure of married love. He
took his time and when she was quiet he kissed his way up her body to her lips,
letting her savour the taste of herself.
He sat up and pulled off the rest of his clothes and lay beside her, letting
her touch his body. His shaft jumped at her touch on his body. He took her hand
and placed it on him, showing her how to give him pleasure. He smiled as she
felt the liquid that leaked out and rubbed it between her fingers. She brought
her fingers to her mouth and tasted it. She smiled and kissed him, her tongue
searching for his. When she found it, she moaned and pushing her body closer to
his. She knew what it was she wanted. She wanted to be one with him. He rolled
her on her back while he covered her body with his own kissing her slowly and
deliberately. "Heath?"
"Yes love?" She shuddered as his hand slid down between them.
"I love you." He took hold of his manhood and rubbed it against her.
She writhed beneath him, "please Heath. I’m scared."
"It’s okay. It’ll only hurt for a minute. Then I will guarantee ya
pleasure." He placed himself between her legs and pushed at her entrance.
"Relax honey. Take my hand." He took her hand and placed it on his
growing manhood, and guided it inside her. She never felt anything like it. He
was right there was a little pain but it soon stopped hurting and pleasure over
took her. He moaned as he slowly ever so slowly brought her to dizzying
heights. He couldn’t stand it anymore and moved faster as his shaft grew
larger. They both moaned in ecstasy as he gave all he exploded inside her. Their
passion died down and Heath moved the hair from her face and kissed her gently.
"Are you okay?" he asked in concern as he moved off of her. She
turned on her side and moved closer to him.
"I’m…..I’m…..I’m…." she couldn’t get the words out. He chuckled as he
noticed the redness in her cheeks. "I didn’t know it was like that."
she whispered. He pulled her closer, loving the feel of her nakedness against
his skin. She pushed herself up on one arm and caressed his side with the
other. Lucy smiled as she felt his body harden against her. "is there any
more of that champagne left?" He nodded, getting up. She watched as he
strolled over to the table and poured themselves another glass of champagne.
She sat up, took the glass from him and sipped the bubbling liquid to wet her
dry lips. She glanced at her husband and blushed. He grinned and took the glass
from her. He placed them on the floor beside the bed and covered her body with
his own. It was a long, beautiful night.
They made their way to San Francisco staying the week there, walking on the
beach. They found a hideaway quite a way down the beach where they sat and
loved each other. Lucy told Heath about what her mother had said about pleasing
her husband and that’s it her duty to bear him children. "I really hope
you don’t think that it’s terrible, Luce." She blushed and shook her head.
"I like it Heath. I like it very much" she told him quietly as he
pulled her onto his lap. He wanted to fill her with his throbbing manhood to
the very core then and there. She grinned and ran up the beach making him chase
her. She ran back to their hotel room and collapsed on the bed breathless.
Heath shed his clothes, flopping on the bed beside her. Soon she had her
clothes off. She brought him to complete and utter pleasure as they both moaned
each other’s names giving themselves to each other.
After a week, they had to go home, and begin their lives together. They always
made time for each other at night, talking and loving each other and once a
week they made a date. They went for moonlight picnics, out for dinner, and
other romantic pleasures. They took turns planning the dates.
One night a few months later, Lucy planned a special picnic in their room. She
had Silas make all of Heath’s favorite foods while she made dessert. They were
eating their meal on a blanket on the floor of their room. She had candles,
champagne and wore a thin negligee knowing how the evening was going to end.
"How’s the meal, Heath?"
"Very good, my love." She smiled as she moved closer to him. She
nibbled at his ear, and caressed his chest. "You know what happens when
you do that, right?"
"I know." she said, eyeing him seductively. She moved closer to him,
since he had finished eating and undid his shirt, slipping it off his
shoulders. "I have something to tell you, Honey." She kissed him
passionately, purposely thrusting her tongue in and out of his wanting mouth.
"What?" he said when she let him up for air. He was surprised at her
fervor. He was the one that usually initiated the sex but he was happy that she
wanted him first. She motioned for him to follow her. She slowly undid her
negligee and stood before him as she slipped it off her shoulders. He came
closer to her but she stopped him.
She undid his pants and let them fall down to his ankles. She stared at him and
licked her lips. She pressed her body close to him, then gently pushed him down
on the bed. Lucy took his boots, socks and pants off then lay on top of him.
She kissed, caressed him and made love to him not giving him a chance to
relent. When she was done, she lay beside him, running her hands through his
hair. "What was it you wanted to tell me honey?"
She blushed. "Remember when we spoke about how many children we
wanted?" He nodded and sat up.
"Are ya?"
"Yes Heath. We will have a baby sometime around Christmas."
"Oh Luce! What wonderful news!"
The years rolled past and they had four children. They always had their once a
week dates though sometimes it was hard when the children were small. They
loved each other intimately and completely. They grew old together and their
family grew. Lucy couldn’t believe her luck when she found Heath. They had a
fairy tale marriage and a fantastic life together. Life had been good to them.
She closed her eyes and joined her husband in the afterlife. They would be
together always.