(M) Unspoken Affection - MilkLove Fan Fic - Completed

27. First Night (M) - Warning

No One PoV

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft orange-pink glow that filtered through the sheer curtains of their honeymoon suite. Milk stood by the window, her figure silhouetted against the twilight sky, watching as the last remnants of daylight gave way to the serenity of the night. The distant sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to the palpable anticipation that hung in the air.

Love approached from behind, her steps silent on the plush carpet, drawn to Milk like a moth to a flame. She paused, taking in the sight of her bride bathed in the soft moonlight, her heart swelling with love and desire. Love reached out tentatively, her hand brushing against Milk's arm, sending a shiver of anticipation down Milk's spine.

"Milk," Love whispered, her voice filled with reverence and longing. Milk turned slowly, her eyes meeting Love's with a mixture of excitement and tenderness. In that moment, they communicated more than words could ever convey—a silent exchange of promises, dreams, and the unspoken understanding of what this night meant for both of them.

Love took Milk's face in her hands, her touch gentle yet filled with a hunger that mirrored Milk's own. Leaning forward, Love pressed her lips to Milk's, a kiss that was soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters of their newfound intimacy. But as their lips melded together, the kiss deepened, becoming a passionate affirmation of their love and commitment.

Milk's hands found their way around Love's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed against each other, every curve fitting perfectly into place. They stood embraced, lost in the sweetness of their kiss, the world outside fading away until only the two of them remained in their own little universe.

When they finally broke apart, a gossamer thread of desire lingered between them, weaving them closer together than ever before. Love's eyes never left Milk's as she guided her towards the bed, their fingers entwined in a silent promise of what was to come. Each step was deliberate, a slow dance towards the culmination of their love story.

They stood by the edge of the bed, gazing at each other with a mixture of awe and reverence. With a shared understanding, they began to undress each other, their movements unhurried and filled with a tender intimacy. Piece by piece, clothing slipped away, revealing the vulnerability and beauty that lay beneath.

Milk watched Love undress, her heart swelling with love and desire with each garment that fell to the floor. Love's skin seemed to glow in the soft light, every inch a canvas that Milk had longed to explore. As Milk's hands traced the contours of Love's body, she felt a rush of emotion—the realization that this woman, her wife, was now completely and unequivocally hers.

Love mirrored Milk's actions, her touch as reverent and loving as Milk's own. She marveled at the softness of Milk's skin, the way her body responded to each caress with a shiver of anticipation. Clothing fell away until they stood before each other, naked and vulnerable, yet bound together by a love that transcended physicality.

With a gentle push, Milk guided Love onto the bed, their bodies sinking into the softness of the mattress. They lay side by side, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that spoke volumes of their mutual longing and devotion. Milk hovered above Love, her eyes filled with an unspoken question, a silent plea for permission and affirmation.

Love nodded, her heart beating wildly in her chest as she gave herself fully to Milk, body and soul. Milk leaned down, brushing her lips against Love's forehead, trailing soft kisses along her cheeks and down the line of her jaw. Love sighed at the tender touch, her hands finding purchase in Milk's hair as she pulled her closer.

Their kisses deepened, a mingling of breaths and whispered promises, as they lost themselves in the intoxicating scent and taste of each other. Love's lips trailed down Milk's neck, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses that made Milk's pulse quicken beneath her lips. Each touch was a revelation, a testament to their shared passion and the depth of their connection.

Milk's fingers tangled in Love's hair, urging her on as she deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing in a tender duet. Love moaned softly against Milk's lips, her body responding instinctively to the warmth and hunger radiating from Milk's touch.

Their bodies moved together with a natural rhythm, a seamless dance of desire and surrender. Milk's hands caressed Love's sides, tracing delicate patterns along her skin that left a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Love gasped at the sensation, her body arching towards Milk's touch as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Milk kissed her way down Love's neck, her lips exploring every inch of exposed skin with a delicate touch that left Love breathless. She lingered at the hollow of Love's throat, her lips trailing down to the curve of her collarbone, where she placed soft, lingering kisses that made Love's pulse race with anticipation.

They took their time, savoring each moment as if it were an eternity unto itself. Love whispered Milk's name like a prayer, her voice a soft melody that filled the room with warmth and longing. Milk responded with murmurs of adoration, her breath hot against Love's skin as they shared whispered endearments.

In the hush of their intimacy, time seemed to stretch and bend, each second a precious gift as they explored the contours of each other's bodies. Milk's hands roamed over Love's back, tracing the curve of her spine with a touch that spoke of reverence and hunger.

Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs and murmurs, a dance of passion and tenderness that unfolded with each caress and kiss. Milk held Love close, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they sought to merge their souls in the heat of their desire.

As they approached the peak of their passion, Love's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with the intensity of their shared ecstasy. Milk whispered words of reassurance, her voice a soothing balm against Love's skin as she guided them both towards the brink of release.

Their bodies surged together in a final crescendo, waves of pleasure washing over them as they clung to each other with a fierce intensity. Love cried out, her voice mingling with Milk's in a symphony of pleasure and love that echoed through the room.

Afterwards, they lay tangled in each other's arms, their breathing slow and steady as they savored the aftermath of their lovemaking. Milk pressed soft kisses against Love's temple, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on Love's skin. Love nestled closer, her heart overflowing with a sense of peace and contentment.

In the quiet intimacy of their shared moment, Milk and Love found solace in the knowledge that they had embarked on a new chapter of their lives together. Their first night as wives had been a revelation—a testament to the love that had brought them here and the love that would guide them through the years ahead.

They whispered promises of forever, their voices blending with the hushed sounds of the night. And as they drifted into sleep, entwined in the warmth of their love, Milk and Love knew that their hearts had found their home in each other.