Rose 2.29: Flower garden

     The train ride is much longer than I thought it would be, and it's morning when we arrive in Champs les Sims. My wife and I took small naps en route, so I'm very much awake when we get to our hotel.

     We get to our room, put down our bags, and I pull her onto the bed. She noticeably relaxes some when she sees I'm only going to cuddle. She is so nervous! I don't like it! I thought Shauna was nervous, but there was a bit of a daring streak to Shauna that I managed to bring out. Tiffany has no daring streak at all. During our freshman year, I noticed she didn't handle very well having someone touch her. I worked on that at all those parties, but still, she is very reserved. I must work on this.
      "Tiffany Robles," I say in a dreamy way.
      "Mhm. It hardly seems real. I used to daydream about this," she tells me quietly, looking at our hands.
     "About this right now?" I ask with an eager undertone, hoping I've found a foothold.
     "About...my name," she answers timidly.
     "Nothing else?" I ask in a leading way.
     "I..." She blushes wonderfully.
     "Because I used to daydream...fantasize about you," I tell her, and she won't look up at me. "These past months especially. These past weeks almost constantly." She stays quiet, so I decide to elaborate. "I have fantasized about tasting every inch of your delicious skin." I bring our hands to my mouth and lick the back of her hand very slowly. Her beautiful eyes finally look up to meet mine, her lips slightly parted.
     "Donovan, I'm scared to death," she whispers. Saying that must've been very difficult for her.

      "Not of me," I say to her quietly. I want to kiss her lips, but she turns her head. I kiss the side of her face. She takes a deep breath. "We have all day; we don't have anywhere we have to be. I can go very slowly."
      "I'm nervous because I'm...shy," she says in an embarrassed way.

      I flip us around and get on top of her. She looks up at me in surprise. "Are you shy because you're beautiful and you know it? You don't want to admit it? You don't know that when I look at you, my mouth waters?" I press my hips against her, sending a message saying what else happens to me when I look at her. "Don't you know that you are the only woman, the single, solitary woman out there that could ever make me want to change the way I was living? You were patient with me, like I asked, like I begged, and I thank the Maker that you were. You are so wonderful that I wonder how I never knew that having you by my side was all I ever needed." And I have patiently waited for you, for this.
      Tears prick the corners of her eyes, and they fall down the sides of her face. "No, I...I never knew. I hoped. I worried this would never happen. I'm sorry for still wondering how you can find me beautiful when you can charm the pants off any woman you want."
       "I will have to show you," I tell her and rock against her hips. Then I decide what to do. I pull her legs on either side of me and settle myself on top of her, continuing to rock against her. "I will show you every way how I think you are so beautiful." She cries out from the intensity of my hips rubbing against her. Her head flops back against the mattress, and she closes her eyes before turning her head to the side. I lean down and talk low and quietly in her ear. "I am a passionate man, my Tiffany, and I very passionately love you."
      "Donnie..." she whispers, getting close already.
      Words. Tiffany likes my words. I remember back to when she'd told me that I was the first man to ever call her beautiful. Well, words I can definitely do.
     "I want to make love to you, my beautiful wife, my beautiful Tiffany Robles, but first, I want to explore and fully experience all your beauty so that when we're finally one, it will be the ultimate expression of my rejoicing the fantastic treasure that is you."
     Her body tenses beneath me, and I watch as if watching a rose bloom. Maybe now she finally feels as beautiful as she is.

     Her arms wrap around me, and she lifts herself to kiss me as passionately as she can while still trying to catch her breath. Her message is clear: Now.
     I unleash the lustful beast within me and kiss her back hard, desperate for what I've wanted for years. Then, she whimpers, and I rein myself back, remembering I said I'd take it slow.

     Under the covers, she tries to hide from me, but I always manage to carefully uncover more of my beautiful wife. I am surrounded by her flowery scent, almost driving me out of my mind for more of it. I hope our neighbors don't mind the noise as she can't help but cry out from time to time.
     At last, I make love to my beautiful flower garden wife Tiffany.

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*clears throat and shakes head to clear it*
That pushed the E-rating. I hope you didn't mind.
Okay, so, um, yeah, they did do other stuff on their honeymoon, but it was the typical vacation expack junk and not a whole lot of that.

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