Curtains the color of milk draped from the ceiling. A thick fur rug welcomed her wearing feet with the decoration of petals and sweet fragrance. Flowers of myriad colors slept in pots illustrated with tales older than Agnes and her new husband.
The breaking dawn beckoned to her from the window.
Agnes set her belt on the table and pushed open the window to let in the fresh breeze of the coming morning.
"It feels like a dream." She spoke to herself.
Adris stayed by the door focused on her.
He'd been impatient to get here. Reminiscing on the words made her hot all over. In their room, he stood there watching her with adoring eyes, yet... there was an absence in them. He was elsewhere in his thoughts.

"What is it?" She asked.
It was too soon for regret, was it not?

He finally left his station with an outstretched hand.
"Will I be enough to make you happy." He asked playing with her fingers.

He touched her heart. At any point if she thought she could never fall further she'd been proven wrong that second.
"You're far more than enough."
She kissed him. "You're all I'll ever need."

One determined tug brought her dress and underskirts round her ankles. Her spineless protests were swept away by a wicked tongue.
A tongue that pushed back all the distractions so she could taste him with undivided attention.
Her back was exposed to his slow caresses traveling down the curve of her waist, to the flare of her hips.
Agnes sucked in air when he lifted her buttocks and squeezed unleashing the moisture in her core.
"I can't hold back." He meant it.
His clothes flew off and they toppled down on to the bed as he pushed his length inside of her.
She wasn't braced enough to deal with the pain, but it wasn't as before. They was no sharpness on the mouth-watering pleasure of him moving inside her on baseless rhythm driven by a lust mingled with the deeper realization of love.
Agnes felt it too. She bared herself to him and gleefully received his love. He came harder and faster and She wrapped her legs over his lower back biting into his shoulder terrified she'd lose control of herself.
Her moans resembled a staccato, coming in short high pitch burst.
He pulled her hair and held her shoulder as he delivered one deep thrust after another, finding a motion that fell apart with the remnants of her resistance after a few minutes.
Bodies glistened in the sweat from the exertion that rendered them both immobile. They laid with Adris comfortable weight on her while he stayed nestled in her sated vagina.

Agnes was early to rise and sore in an areas she was quickly getting used to.
After her long bath, she prepared Adris and roused him after it was ready.
"Adris, I have prepared a bath."
Adris rolled on his back and stretched out like a spoiled cat only to keep his eyes closed and return to sleep.
Agnes threw the blanket off him. Her eyes instantly fell below his waist.
Adris quietly watched with a wolffish grin.
"I-I told you to wake up." She said walking away as though her body wasn't burning from getting caught ogling him.
Upon second thought, she paused remembering he was her husband. She'd done nothing wrong.
Knowing this did get her the courage to watch him slip into the bath. Only after her was partially emerged did she grab the cloth.
"You should join me. It's grand enough for two."
She laughed washing his shoulders and arms.
"I already had my bath."

"Such a bad wife." He teased.

While he dried himself, Agnes gathered her scented oils. She'd treat her husband to an amazing experience.
"Lie down." She ordered pushing him to the bed when he didn't immediately jump to action.
She poured generous amounts in her hand and applied it on his back. She oiled his wide shoulders, back, legs, and his tight ass.
A small voice dared her to trace a line somewhere between his legs but underneath his cheeks.
Adris jumped when she touched her sensitive sack.
"I'm sorry." She said wide eyed with a smile she fought to conceal.
Adris narrowed his eyes at her.
"Lay on your back."
She carefully sat on his abdomen and avoided the area.
"Stop looking at me like that." She said.

"I don't know how I'm looking at you."

She got off.
"You don't have to stop." He said.

"I'm not." Then she grabbed another kind of oil and worked on his legs. Then higher. Before she dared, she met his eyes and saw the challenge there. Agnes wouldn't back down taking his member with both hands and massaging the oil. The flesh turned hard in her hands and she watched his eyes do the same.
He didn't hide his pleasure or smother the sounds birth from his chest.
A preseed oozed out and her curiosity won the battle. Her tongue tasted of salt.
She liked it. So again she licked his dick when the substance trickled down.
"Shit Agnes!"
She readied the cloth but still continued her seductive combination of hands and tongue until he came.
She carefully cleaned him and jumped up.
"Done."
Revenge and retribution- she saw it in his eyes. She had to run.

"You must be mad if you think we're close to done."
He trapped her beneath him and ripped her new clothes.
She closed her eyes anticipating his revenge.
The oil on her skin wasn't what she expected. Neither did she expect his skill in massaging her body.
Of course he's good. He has the experience.

Her senses heightened when he moved lower. His thumbs pressed at her entry point and left.
He poured more oil and repeated from her neck to her vagina. After endless minutes, he didn't seem to want to do anything with her arousal.
"Up." He breath tickled her back.
She ascended to all fours.
Adris slathered the oil over her chest and supporting arms.
"Here." He said moving them to the headboard.
She was braced, but for what?
His hands smoothed down her thighs then on to her lower stomach.

"I won't be gentle."
Agnes clamped her teeth over her lower lip feeling his cock rub against her.
His entrance was controlled except near the end.
She rocked forward falling from the unexpected force.
His arms lifted her by the waist repositioning her on her knees and hands. He fastened on her hips, guiding her to him and away from him to match his frenzy.
The skin over her knuckles stretched holding on to the board ready for his next plunge.
"Adris... Ad..."

"Do you like?" He pressed her breasts.
She nodded.
Gods, she truly had been a whore all along. Worse, she liked being fucked like this.

"I love you, Nessie. I love you." His confession cemented with love making.

She loved him too. She would have confessed her heart but she screamed his name.

"Say you love me." He spooned her, nuzzling her neck.

She smiled. How could he doubt her.
"I love you Adris. Forever and ever."

She meant every word. But stray words from Deedee disturbed the peace in his arms.
"A year might be a lot especially for Adris." She'd said. "He's never been with one person for longer than a year."
Her smile though innocent spread seeds of doubt in Agnes' mind.