Things were never the same

White lace

My husband didn't come back to the room that night and I was glad. I was woken up by a hotel employee with breakfast in bed. After my bath, she informed me that she world accompany me to town to buy a wedding dress.

Though we were sort of married, we were not legally married and I had been dreading the day we would have to.

Everyone at the bridal store was excited for me but I wasn't a blushing bride, I had yet to see my husband since the night before but he sent someone to drive me around. We would meet at the courthouse.

I settled for a long sleeve lace dress, with a long lace veil to match. My bouquet were simple yellow roses. I didn't see the need for a dress and everything but apparently my husband did, who was I to argue.

The drive to the courthouse was unsettling, I felt sick and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes.

"Tears of joy". The driver stated. No, tears of fear,I wanted to scream but I settled on merely nodding.

"You're marrying an a American, you'll have a better life than you had here". He said. I didn't care about the grand opportunities that the USA presented. I just wanted to be home with my mother, with my books. Not to be marrying some man I met three weeks ago, some man I never even had a conversation with.

As soon as the car came to a stop, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Preparing myself for what my life would be from that moment. When I opened them the driver had opened the door with his hand outstretched to me. I smiled at him as I took as hand as he lead me out of the car.

His face was rigid and stoic as I entered the room. His large frame dressed in his military attire, though different from the camouflage one he had on the day I first met him. He was covered in badges and medals. I avoided eye contacting by looking around, the driver served as my husband's translator during the ceremony. The ceremony went like a blur perhaps because I had subconsciously blocked everything out. When the priest declared us husband and wife, he placed a quick kiss on my cheek, it took everything in me not get sick.

After the ceremony we went back to the hotel, there was a dinner party to celebrate the newly weds hosted at the dining area.

It was weird I was supposed to be the centre of attention since it was my wedding day but instead I felt left out, lost, scared. I couldn't understand a single thing my husband and his friends said. But they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

I just sat there looking like an idiot.

The dinner party ended late into the night. We went up to our room and I rushed into the bathroom, took my dress off and settled into the bathtub.

I was scared, would he want to consumate our marriage. It had to happen at some point, that was one of a woman's duty, to satisfy her husband. My father's last words rang in my mind.

Don't disappoint me, take care of your husband,fulfil all his needs.

I found the strength to finally get out of the tub. I slowly dried myself before lotioning my body. I looked at my naked body on the mirror.

I was lucky that my mother never allowed my father to send us for female initiation, unfortunately many young girls in my home country were not as fortunate. As I said men were the cause of all misery. They didn't even want us to have pleasures.

Love making.

An activity supposed to bring to souls together, for two people in love to enjoy but the men in my country stripped that from many women instead of bringing pleasure it brought pain.

But I had to be a big girl

So I slowly made my way out of the bathroom still naked. He was laying on the bed, dressed only in his pants and vest. I could see that he was quite mascular. He stilled his eyes focused on me as I slowly made my way to him. He stood up, towering over me, I only reached his chest. I felt his hand on my face as he bent down and took my mouth in his.

I didn't know what I was doing so I let him lead the way. His hands explored my body,I tensed up when he touched my behind before my breasts. I was trying not to gag from the taste of alcohol on his lips. He finally lifted me up, gently laying me on the bed before climbing on top of me.

His lips explored my body but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan. Not even when he kissed me down there, entering his tongue into me. I didn't know what he was doing but for some reason it relaxed my body,it felt good but I was to prideful to let him no. So I just laid still and quiet.

I was trying hard to cry out loudly at the pleasure he was giving me, I covered my face with a pillow as my body shook, my eyes rolling to the back of my head still I held back the moan. I heard him unbuckling his belt and my body tensed up again.

I could taste my juices when his lips met mine. I refused to look at the thing that hung between his legs. Though I could feel it on my leg. His hand went to manhood and my eyes focused on the ceiling.

Suddenly I felt something entering me, the pain was sharp but fleeting. Tears pricked my eyes as he continued entering me. My hands went to his large arms gripping them as he finally mounted himself into me.

I winced at the pain and uncomfortable feeling. I didn't know how to describe it. He stilled in his position taking my lips into his but I quickly pulled back and winced when he thrust into me. His face had an apologetic expression. I turned my head away from him focusing on the lamp as he continued to slowly thrust in and out of me.

My husband was much a lover as he was a soldier, strong and cold. No sweet words exchanged unlike the books I read, he used his strength to power his thrusts making me wince as he ploughed into me.

He finally found his rhythm as he slowly moved in out of me,my body was on fire as he filled me up. But still I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of believing he was pleasuring me.

The only sounds in the room was the bed creaking, though I would occasionally wince and after a while he started breathing heavily. The feeling I had earlier overtook me again as my body shook and I suppressed another moan. He grunted before finally collapsing on me as I felt his seed filling me up.

At least I had finally gotten it out of the way and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. He was stoic and cold but a gentleman in the bedroom.

I learnt something new about my husband.