but my body was tingling and the voices of restraint
were dying under the rush of desire. I threw all
caution aside and made the eventful step forward.
Suddenly Robert's hands were on my hips and his lips
were pressed to mine, our bodies touching.
Everywhere. And yet, we still couldn't get enough of
each other. Our legs had to rub against each other, our
stomachs, chests. Our hands had to stroke all over until we were clinging to each other like two people
holding on for dear life.
Before we knew it, we were in bed, our heads
comfortably resting against the fluffy pillows, our
bodies entwined under the cool sheets.
"Don't worry," Robert whispered. "I'm
prepared."
I closed my eyes and drifted, my head spinning
as I waited. Moments later, I felt his lips on my
stomach. He worked his way up, between my breasts,
over them and then to my mouth as he moved
gracefully between my legs.
"Robert," I said weakly, almost too weakly for
him to hear.
"This really is our honeymoon," he said before
we joined.
I moaned, I-cried, I grasped his hair so hard I
was sure he was in pain, but he didn't resist or
complain. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks and
when he felt them, he kissed them away. When it was
over, we lay there, still entwined, both of us breathing
hard.
Then I gazed down and saw the blood on the