War Torn Love (22 page)

CHAPTER EIGHT

                       
 
“THE HONEYMOON!”

             
The last of the wedding guest - together with our families - at last left, around ten pm. Not that I did not enjoy the whole wedding, but I was ready to start my honeymoon. Before Momma and sister had left, I went once again, to make sure that I knew what I needed to. I must admit I was intrigued by what was going to come to pass, also extremely nervous. Abram kept smiling at me all night. I was not sure if it was that he was excited that we had just married, or we were finally going to consummate our relationship, or perhaps both.

             
Before the wedding, my honey had set up us a romantic love nest in the barn, with help from his mother. Set up in the loft, from this vantage point, we were be able to see the sunrise from where the two of us slept. He had told me of his plans.

             
As we slowly strolled over to the barn, we held onto each other’s hands. We smiled back at each other, though I remember both of our hands felt slick with sweat. I think we were both quite nervous. I was staring up at all the stars, when he said,” Hana I’ve been waiting for this moment, this day, for so long, I can’t even begin to express to you just how much I want this. I mean us, well you know what couples do on their honeymoons, ever since I saw you at
the dance, well you know, it’s been driving me completely crazy. I want you to know how happy you have made me by choosing to become my wife!”

             
“Abram honey, it’s ok, I know exactly what you’re trying to say, I feel much the same way.”

             
Though in the pit of my stomach I suddenly got very anxious and uneasy knowing what we were now preparing to do next, this too was part of the wedding.

             
“Wait Hana, I wouldn’t want you to think that I may have forgotten that it was your 18
^th
birthday, just because we have both been so busy getting married, you were kind enough to have shared this special day with me.  I really wanted to give you a birthday present! I just wanted to wait until we were all alone.”

             
“Oh you didn’t have to do that, you have done so much for me already - you’re so sweet!”

             
He handed me a birthday present, producing it from his inside blazer pocket. I of course excitedly opened it up. It was a brand new journal with my new married named emblazoned on the cover in gold lettering. He was so sweet to have done this.

             
“I know how much you like keeping a journal, and I knew that you wouldn’t want to forget a moment of the start to new chapter of our lives together!”

             
Our little honeymoon room was all set up in the loft of our barn. The difficult part for me, in a wedding dress, I had to climb a wooden ladder to get up to it - not so easy to
achieve in my tight dress, I decided to take off my heels first, since they weren’t meant for climbing. I scooted my dress up past my butt, freeing my legs up to climb. I began climbing up the ladder first. He excitedly was following right behind me. You might say he assisted me up supporting me by caressing the tops of my legs and ensuring that I didn’t slip.

             
Oh, I was quite taken aback once I was topside. He had come up earlier and lit the candles. He had obviously had put a lot of thought as well as time in preparing this for me.  There were vases of fresh cut roses, placed on each side of the bed, and on a table next to the wall.  Candles to light the loft, and the dear sweet man had brought his record player and with a flick of the switch
, Friedrich
Kaasikik/ Mulgimaa was playing. He had also brought Tino Rossi latest Album. With some of my much loved records.  He had used the mattress from his home. Then overlaid sheets, and plenty of blankets making us a very soft bed. Chocolates placed at the side of the bed. A bottle
of
Champagne
,
and two wine glasses. And rose pedestals, strewn on the bed.

             
As soon as we were both were up in the loft, he whispered
, “
Hana could I have this dance?”

             
He held his hand out - how could I resist?

             
“I would love too!”

             
We danced in the candle and starlight - visible through the upper open doors. Surprisingly, not once did he step on my toes - I guess he was finally relaxed, and was
not so worried his dancing. I realized then as I danced with my husband, I had been holding back this burning passion all night - no really my whole life - I was not able to control myself any longer.  Bar one slip, I had been such a good girl up until then. I know I was ready to celebrate my womanhood here and now, to the man I am in love with; I had
waited a
more than adequate amount of time in our relationship. I could not stop thinking about our kisses earlier. I was extremely horny - a burning feeling inside me, between my legs, in a good way. I desired him to touch me in places he has never before and I wasn’t going to wait any longer – I knew that this was the night. 

             
Our bodies coupled once more, neither of us holding back our desires for the other. I peered deep into his gorgeous blue eyes, as the
candlelight
danced across the surface
o
f them. Without saying, another word to one another - like two animals getting ready to mate - we began moving in - him the lion, and I the lioness seeking to mate, drawn together as if a powerfully strong magnets were pulling us. Our lips locked in an electrifying kiss. It was not long after the kissing had
started;
he brushed my long hair up in his hand. Then, once again begin kissing my neck, and he began tenderly blowing. His other hand reached inside my dress, I stroking the curve
of my
left breast. I had never been kissed, or touched in the manner before – before - Abram had never actually touched my bare breasts before now. His hand was so warm. All I knew it was driving me absolutely
-
wild. As I felt his hot breath making contact with my naked skin, on the back of my neck. He squeezed my breast firmly; he squeezed my nipples with his fingers. That really started getting me turned on, as they grew hard.

             
I pulled away - I reached over and began removing his blazer, then undid his tie, and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I looked up at him smiling playfully. No sooner had the shirt come off, I ran my hands across his firm naked chest - he had amazing chest, abs of steel. He smelled so good - he was wearing the cologne I had bought for him on his birthday. You have to remember how foreign this was for the both of us, since I had never touched his or any other man’s bare chest until now - when we were little kids that did not count. I had lived a fairly
-
sheltered Jewish old-world, proper life. Therefore, to now be acting on my fantasies seemed sort of weird, but wondrous, and instinctive in a way. It felt as though like a dam of pinned up sexual frustration all busting loose all at once. I began kissing his chest. He just stood there I knew he liked it. He ran his hands through my hair.

             
Still, neither of us having said a word what would we possibly say, we rather were communicating though the use of touch. Every touch, every action was understood by the other. Abram stopped me - once again, taking control. I rather liked it, since to be honest, generally, I was the one in control, and I desired to show my softer side. He turned me around, and he began undoing the buttons on the back of my wedding dress. Soon with nothing holding on, it was falling off my shoulders, and to the floor. I thought I should hang the dress up first, but that thought soon fled again. I was not embarrassed about him being able to see much more of me. His hands eased me out of my slip, and then my bra. He then proceeded to get down on his knees and then magically slip off my panties, slowly. If I did not know better, I think he was taking his time, to get a good
close-up look down there. He undid my garter belt. With a very curious look on his face had arrive, the sort of look when a kid is debating on whether or not on to throw that rock at the window. I know he wondered if he should. When I saw that look, I knew what he was contemplating, I smiled, he smiled knowing I was showing him to go ahead and go for it. He obligingly, slowly began running his hands up and down the inside of my thighs, then he touched me like no other.

             
I said, rather surprised, “Oh my!”

             
I spread my legs a bit, to make it easier on him - maybe I was purposely inspiring him. I was doing my part to encourage him - I just did not want it to end. He latched on, and squeezed my butt checks. I was feeling so beautiful, and sexy, by this sudden chain of events. He abruptly stopped. He stood back up, not able to resist himself any longer. He then began squeezing my breasts, sad to say just like his dancing abilities. I could not blame him, but he had no idea what he was doing. He squeezed them much too hard, so not wanting him to withdraw his
hands;
I wrapped my hands around his stroked, and
whispered
‘
gently
my love’. I then began demonstrating to him what exactly he should be doing.  As nervous as he was, I think deep down he was happy I was - because boy did he smile, not taking his eyes off my breasts the entire time, once I felt comfortable with what he was now doing. I moved away my hands away, and he did it just as I had showed him. His attention to detail worked at getting me aroused, and then some. I could tell he wanted to pleasure me I also knew for years he had dreamed of touching them.
I just watched on in excitement, - wondering where this was all going to end up leading, I had a very strong idea. He had a look of intensity as he suddenly could see all my nude body.

             
As he stood up, I grew quite curious, about his own naked body, which I had been denied at seeing those far, was not fair to me. I had never seen one before though I knew what it was used for, maybe that is why I was more excited. After asking, my sister had described it to me - she drew one for me on a piece of paper. She told me what happens when a male grows aroused, she had tried being as delicate as possible though, but emphasized
the ‘growing.’
I had to see it for myself. I knelt down in front of him for the best of possible views. Slipping his pants all the way off. I could tell he suddenly was nervous be my actions. He suddenly became shy – his hands dropped from my hair to cover, himself. I went ahead letting him know “It was ok sweetie just relax,”

             
Then I moved his hands away, I discovered they had been concealing a huge bulge sticking out from under his underwear, I was very curious
now. The
silence was broken, when I abruptly out of the silence, and his underwear were down, I uttered out loudly, “Wow! I never imagined, wow!” I remembered when I was a girl we had traveled to Warsaw, there was a Mable statue of a naked Greek man, with his manhood hanging out. I remembered the thought that when though my head then, only now, I knew what it was used for.

             
I truly had not meant to say that aloud. Thinking about it, I just I might of unintentionally embarrassed him,
he turned scarlet right after, him thinking perhaps I didn’t like what I was now seeing. Quite the opposite. My face was only about a foot away from you know just like that statue, his manhood, when it first popped out at me, quite literally. And based upon what my sister had told me, he must have been very, very animated by what we had been doing. I wondered if it was customary to be that aroused. Curiosity got the best of me, like a powerful magnet I reached out for it. I gripped onto it with my hands it was so foreign feeling. I was amazed by the way, from which it felt between my fingers. I looked up at him, and said again, more softly, “Wow!”