Psyche and Eros

A Very Good Night

*Mature scenes ahead*

My husband held my skirt up as I ascended the stairs. As much as I adore my own creation,  it's quite the tripping hazard. Walking upwards with the addition of sparkling wine isn't the best guarantee of being able to prevent  tumble. 

I considered letting him fly me up, but I decided against voicing the suggestion. 

Now, on top of it, my knees are also shaking. Trembling nervousness, I would call it. I would like to think he doesn't notice, but as he holds my elbow...how could he not? 

My heart is thumping through my chest by the time we reach the top, my palms practically drenched. I'm thankful he lets go of my hand as we both head towards his bedroom. 

"How come I've never seen your room?" I jest nervously.

"Sweetheart, you don't fool me for a second. I know you've snooped." He laughs.

I pretend to act shocked. "But I never moved a thing!"

"Mhm. Perhaps not. That doesn't mean my room never smelled suspiciously like lavender when I returned to it." 

I shut my mouth, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks. He must be lying about the smell. That's simply not possible. 

"Don't waste time on being embarrassed." I hear him approach, his hand pressed the small of my back. "I snooped too."

I let out a breath at the omission. "That's an awful invasion of privacy. I'm rather disappointed, husband." I respond sarcastically.

"Oh, you hypocrite!" He teases, surprising me next by a kiss on my neck.

It sends a shiver through me. I should have expected something like that, but still, it's struck me.

"D-did you find anything interesting?" I ask.

He refuses to answer, tipping up my chin next to kiss me on the lips instead. Stunning me and erasing any thought of what I was going to say next. 

There's no point in bothering with it now. I truly, truly do not care in the slightest. I've had enough of pretending I have time for teasing.

Now is not the time for what I know. It's time for something new. 

I have never felt arms as welcoming as his. Neither a man so difficult to resist. He walks me back, a hand warm around my waist, the other on the back of my neck. Little do I know, I'm just as greedy in return. My hands have a mind of their own, gripping the nape of his neck - for what reason, I'm not sure...but it certainly seems to entice him. 

He breaks away for a moment, a spare finger trailing down my jaw line. He's apparently sparing time to examine me. "I thought they were liars...or perhaps exaggerating...that you could not be as beautiful as I had heard." 

I break into a smile, taking my time in responding, each of us holding the other in a simple embrace now. Eventually I can hear him start to speak, but I interrupt. "No, no...it's just...I think I am terribly tired of everyone saying that. Besides you."  I smile fully, then, as he tugs me closer, clearly relieved. "Your compliments will never exhaust me." 

"Good." He pulls me into the room, the door closed behind us. "I don't plan on ceasing it." 

It is only when we are completely enclosed in his room and from the entire outside world that the tension between us truly ignites.

He kisses me passionately like never before, while I struggle to keep up, moving my lips numbly and clumsily, feeling incredibly inexperienced while he blows my mind and makes my knees shake.