April and Brandon

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The ballroom was filled to capacity with distinguished guests, crystals on the chandeliers were polished until they shone like the sun. The musicians played a waltz, guests danced and laughed, enjoying the music, conversation, wine, champagne and, of course, the food.

Standing at the top of the stairs looking down, he sees her laughing and flirting with a group of men without a care in the world. Making his way down the staircase he becomes angrier with each step yet knowing he needs to handle the situation with caution as he approaches her and the group of men with which she is flirting.

Coming up behind April, whispering in her ear Brandon takes her by the arm and leads her up the staircase to the main hall. He is crazy with jealousy and passion and becomes unintentionally rough. He hurts her arm, when she cries out his heart sinks but he does not want her to know. Lifting her into his arms at the bottom of the stairs, knowing she is more frightened with each step up the stairs to their bedroom. She pounds her fists into his chest as the tears run down her face.

“Why are you doing this? We have guests to attend to and you are making a fool out of me.”

“I have had just about enough of you April” is all he says.

Entering the sitting room of the suite and standing her in front of him, her tear filled yet angry eyes make him melt like candle wax under a hot flame.

“I am your husband and you are my wife. Flirting with other men makes me look like a fool and I will not be made a fool of, April, not by you or anyone”

Impassioned, his hands wrestle into the bodice of her dress feeling her hardening nipples. The fabric tears and exposes her breasts. Her rose-colored nipples are so aroused while the white of her breast is red from the manhandling. Placing his lips on hers, he forces his tongue between her lips, tasting the sweet honey of her mouth. Her exquisite lips soften and mold to his the as the heat of passion rises between them; a moan escapes from between her lips and the vibration of it electrifies his body. His lips bruise hers in the wanting, taking and needing of her love. His full weight pushing her toward their marriage bed “How long I’ve waited for this. Tell me if I’m like other men.”

He can feel her desire; his body once trembling with anger now tremulous with ecstasy, tongue continuing to probe daring her to protest but she has become lithe as he lays her down on the soft bed covers. Pulling away from her lips, dipping his head down to capture one erect sweet bud in his mouth; tongue circling the crinkling areola. His mouth leaves only to capture the other one. Out of the corner of his eye he watches it grow from the cool air of the room and the dampness of his saliva. She whimpers, her finger nails dig into his arm. He pulls her hand from his arm to see the scratch has drawn blood.

Walking away from her to examine the damage to his arm he turns to ask her “Is this what you do to all those other men April? Do you like for men to treat you this way?”

Standing up and trying to cover her breast with the torn fabric, April sits, looking at Brandon with anguish “You were hurting me Brandon! Why? Because I will not allow you into our marriage bed? You appear more interested in the blonde whore down the street than the woman to whom you married. Why should I allow you to touch me after you have touched such filth?”

Walking towards the door, “You think that I want another woman? You fill my mind and my heart, it belongs to you, and only you, but you would rather tear it from my chest and stomp on it with your flirting.”

Seeing the confusion on her face head hanging down as if she were shameful of her actions, the sound of her voice softening “I thought you stopped loving me; did not want me for your wife after I was so terrible our first night together as man and wife.”

Walking toward her, grazing her cheek with the back of his hand, his thumb wiping the tears from her face April’s arms encircling his neck pulling him close kissing him with the fire and passion burning inside of her.

Brandon’s adept fingers glide up her back, finds the zipper to her dress and slides it down slowly with one hand while the fingers of his other hand touch her warm skin. The heat of April hands caress his back making his skin feel like it is on fire through the white silk shirt. The gold dress slips down her body, leaving her standing only in her silk and lace garter belt and stockings; his arousal pushes against her softness. Her fingers slowly unbutton his shirt and slip it off his shoulders, lips ablaze with passion touching his muscular chest slowly driving him crazy.

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