Youth's Dew

Chapter 5

Joven

Turning, and reaching out for my wife's hand, I should be elated but something holds me back. I consider myself a pretty confident Dewbie, but comments from my wife after the evening wedding ceremony, Heif's odd comments and departure, and my dad trying to kidnap my bride and sabotage this night, has left me confused. Coupled with the concerns and comments from the city council, my confidence is stinging a little bit. I'm just hoping she will hold my hand and refrain from hitting it, slapping it, or please no, try and fist bump it. She almost has a look like my hand has warts on it, but then she smiles and places her hand inside of mine.

"Mrs. Ainsworth, would you do me the honor of sharing this home together with me?" I stay completely still and hold my breath waiting for her reply, with my hand outstretched towards her.

"Yes, Mr. Ainsworth, I'd be honored," and she steps inside the door. Closing the door behind her, my desires and needs are done waiting.

Spinning her around, till her back is against the front door, I press into her body. Grabbing her face with both hands, I press farther into her, and our full bodies are touching from nose to toes. She tilts her head up and I take that as an invitation. My mouth quickly closes on hers, with much less patience than I had shown at the wedding ceremony. The physical attraction between us is overwhelming, and very intoxicating. No liquor needed, I'm drunk on the taste of her lips, and just the smell that is Pann. A sweet fragrance of sunshine, lavender and all things good, that will always be emblazoned on my heart and senses. I pull back from her and run my tongue over her rosy lips.

"Let me in, Mrs. Ainsworth," I whisper so softly, I doubt she even heard me. She exhales and slightly parts her lips, and there's my entrance. Feeling her hands go to my hips, I press her into the door harder and my lips connect, while my tongue reaches hers and begins the waltz of lovers.

My hands itch to move, to caress her and I run my hands into her hair. So silky and soft, I massage her scalp and start taking the clips out of her hair. I hear the clips hit the floor, I so do not care, not even a tiny bit. Finally, I feel her seeking out my tongue, as if she's discovering me for the first time. She's hesitant, and seems unsure. Not wanting to stop, but needing to know, I pull back a fraction and look into her eyes.

"Wife, have you never kissed before?" I ask in a whisper, almost afraid of her answer. But, wanting it nonetheless. I would take her if a hundred men had kissed these lips, because I'd be confident knowing I would be her last.

"Umm... of course I have," and she giggles. I pull back letting my hands come down to her shoulders as she starts to count by using her fingers, "One, in the hall in front of the Troll. Second, this morning after the ceremony and Third, just now," she finishes and smiles shyly at me.

"Oh wife, you've only been really kissed twice, actually, and I'm ready for three," I say, leaning in to kiss my very innocent, adorable wife. Her lips seem begging to be cherished and ravished all at the same time. So many things running through my mind, and my body feels near explosion ready.

Again, our lips meet, and she needs no prompting this time. Her mouth opens and our tongues begin to dance again. Her hands are starting to move up my sides, and my hands are itching to do the same, but on her. Her innocent moves, are so precious to me. I can feel the goose bumps up her arm, and the tingling within my own body is incredible. This is way better than any herbal drug, stolen beer or dive in the deep end the Hot Springs Pond. But do I really want this to happen here? In our living room? Where my family visits?

"I'm sorry," is all the warning I give my wife before I break our make-out session, scoop her up and place her over my shoulder, "I've wanted to do this since our first date. I need you with me, wife, and I don't plan on ever letting you go," I add as I walk down the hall. I hear a small "umph" from my wife. And, I just can't resist giving her bottom a small tap, what has come over me? I'm usually so in control, my dad told me to respect and treat women delicately. Ignoring anything to do with my parents at the moment, I hurry down the hall, not even giving her a chance to see the house.

I had planned to give her a tour of our home, feed her, and take things slow. This is just the first day, of the rest of our lives, so I knew I needed a ton of patience for tonight; however, that's out the window, I've lost control. All I'm wanting is her lips on my mine again, real soon. I stand with my "package" over my shoulder at the doorway of our bedroom and realize I just manhandled my wife, no better than an actual caveman. I gently place her feet on the ground, preparing to grovel for forgiveness.

"Joven," she starts and I know I'm fixing to get a, rightfully deserved, blistering, "oh Joven," she moans and she pushes me back against the bedroom door, with the handle in my back, but I really don't care. The prey has become the hunter, and I love it! Pressing her lips to mine this time, her one good hand splayed on my chest, "Kiss me Joven," she begs.

Well, alright, not such a bad job after all. She wants a caveman; I can totally be her caveman. I wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her close. We stand there just kissing, while her hands caress my hips and I'm slowly making circles on her back, and I swear I could do it all night long. She pulls back, lust glazed eyes staring into mine, and I look down at her swollen red lips. I can proudly say my wife has learned to kiss and is getting quite proficient. We're both breathing heavy and she rests her head on my chest.

"Oh, good, your heart is racing, too. I didn't want to be alone," she says and looks back up into my eyes.

"You're definitely NOT alone, wife, but we do need to talk. Why don't you use the bathroom first and then we can discuss a couple of things?" I say. Hoping some distance will get my galloping heart and hormones under control, before this rodeo goes by too fast...

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Author's note: I hope everyone had a wonderful 4th of July, and can now relax and get caught up on the residents in Dewstone. Joven is ready for the wedding night, but is Pann? Do you think things are moving too quickly or maybe too slowly? This is my second book to write and my first attempt at love scenes, I hope I didn't scar anyone from wanting to try kissing in the future! lol!

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