Struck
dumb, he knew he needed to say something. Deciding to let his actions
speak for him, he took Dollie in his arms, kissing her slowly,
deeply. Her hands snaked around his waist and her breasts pressed
against his chest.
Unable
to believe his good fortune, Luke stopped kissing her. "Are you
positive, Dollie?"
"Absolutely.
I want to share this with you and only you."
"Then,
let's go to bed." He stood, holding out his hand.
Dollie
took it, smiling up at him. Her dark eyes sparkled, setting his body
on fire
Is
this really happening?
Shutting
the bedroom door, Dollie locked it. She made sure the bedroom windows
were closed and the drapes shut. Once she felt comfortable, she led
Luke to her bed. Stopping, her hand on her blouse buttons, she paled.
"I
don't know what to do," she gasped. "What am I supposed to
do?"
Lucius
took her hands, kissing them. "You let me worry all that and
just let me kiss you."
His
hands moved to her blouse, slowly undoing the buttons. Dollie sighed
contentedly as he took charge. Lucius took his time, touching her
softly, waking her long suppressed feelings. Each gasp and giggle
made him smile, exciting him more than he ever thought possible.
"You
ready for me, Miss Dollie?" he murmured, his lips brushing the
sensitive skin of her stomach.
"Lucius
Henry, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Miss
Dollie?"
"I
reckon one more time—Sookie."
She
laughed as his hand dropped between her thighs. Gasping as his
fingers touched her, she bit her lip when he penetrated the thin
membrane of her maidenhead.
"Reckon
you're ready now?"
She
nodded, still biting her lip. Luke kissed away her fears, gently
taking her body. Their love making was sweet and sensual, everything
she ever could have wanted from their first union. Afterward, they
lay in bed, arms and legs entwined.
"Is
it always that delicious?" Dollie sighed.
Her
head bounced when Lucius laughed. "Only when it's you," he
replied. "Thank you, Dollie. For letting it be me. For loving
me."
"For
not making you wait until November?"
He
laughed loudly, kissing her. "Yes, that too. I love you,
Dorothea Belloit. Since the day we met."
"I
love you too, Lucius Henry. Since I first laid eyes on you."
Dollie
and Luke were married in the chapel the weekend before Thanksgiving.
The little building wasn't big enough to hold all the guests, so they
opened the windows and people gathered outside. The reception was
held at the dining hall and afterward, everyone followed the young
couple up to their house for an old fashioned shivaree. They played
music, sang songs and banged metal pots and pans for nearly thirty
minutes.
Finally
fed up, Lucius went to the door. "Y'all go on home! Think you'd
never seen a married couple off home before. Go on now! Git!"
"Take
your missus to bed!" his cousin Phineas yelled.
Luke
struck a comical pose. "Well, Phin, reckon that's what I'm
trying to do, but y'all are making enough noise to wake the dead.
How's a man to concentrate. Go on! Git!"
Laughing
and singing, their friends and family went home.
When
Lucius got back to their bedroom, he found Dollie in a lacy
nightgown, waiting for him. He couldn't get out of his clothing fast
enough. They made love most of the night, only stopping when they
were too tired to continue.
Outside,
the sun rose, birds sang and the world came awake. Smiling and
content, they fell asleep, safe in one another's arms.
THE
END
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2019 Dellani Oakes
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