The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(148)
Chapter 5
The Marriage
The week went by quickly, and she was walking down the aisle in the small church in the lace and pearl wedding gown. It covered her from her neck to the bottom of her toes, and she almost tripped on the train, she was having to walk carefully.
There were a few people in the pews, people who knew Marshal, but she didn't recognize anyone but Bettina. Julie made it down to the priest who was there to wed them, and had expected to feel more nervous than she did. She got there and put her small hand in Marshal's and looked up at him and smiled.
He gave her a wink and then turned towards the priest. The vows and wedding went quickly. There wasn't a lot of fanfare, but it would be a day she always remembered. Marshal pressed a kiss to her lips when the priest announced he could kiss the bride, and it was chaster than Julie would have liked.
She'd decided she wanted to see what being married was actually like, and the first goal was to get him home and get out of their wedding clothes. They had a small reception with food in the other room. It went by in a quick blur, the multiple glasses of wine made everything kind of blur together, and in the end, when he finally helped her out to the horse and buggy, she was giggling.
“Everything okay?” He asked her looking concerned when he saw how tipsy she was.
“Perfect,” She grinned at him and hung on his arm.
Marshal gave Julie a once over and then pulled the glass of alcohol out of her hand that she was still holding that he hadn't seen at first.
“I think you've had enough of that, let's get you back to my house and you're going to have a killer hangover in the morning.” He gave a small chuckle as he urged the horses on and they started the ride back to their home together.
Julie leaned against him and put her hand on his leg, having grown accustomed to spending time with him the last week, being near him, his smell. She wanted to be closer and was actually looking forward to tonight.
They pulled down the long drive to his house as the sun was setting. He pulled around the back and unhitched the horses and took them into the barn. When he got back to the front, he saw Julie standing there just staring at the horizon, looking at the mountains, her face aimed at the sunset. The last of the sun with the red tint reflected off her blond hair and shadowed her face, giving her an innocent, sweet look.
Walking up behind her, Marshal wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest and rested his chin on the top of her head.
“This is beautiful,” she told him, in awe as the sky changed colors from pink and red to purple and dark blue as the moon and stars started to come out in the sky.
“Not as beautiful as you are,” Marshal turned her in his arms and kissed her, pressing his lips against hers and then picked her up and carried her into the house.
He took her to the bedroom and set her down, sliding her against his body and started working on the hundreds of small buttons down the back of her wedding dress, to help her out of it. Inch by inch he revealed her under garments until the dress was off and she stood in front of him in her corset and silk shift.
He unlaced the corset and helped her out of it and touched her arms softly, rubbing them up and down as he pressed gently ticklish kisses to her neck and cheeks, his beard rubbing against her tender skin.
“I'm ready for this Marshal, you don't need to be scared or hold back, I want you too,” Julie told him, urging him, working on the buttons and suspenders on his clothes, trying to get him naked.
When she got his shirt off, she saw the hair matted across his chest and ran her fingers over it and through it playfully, enjoying the texture of it. She pulled on his pants, trying to get them off, and then realized he was working her shift down her body until she stood before him completely naked.
Subconsciously, she went to cover herself.
“Don't do that Julie, you are beautiful, there's no reason to be shy between us. We are man and wife before God, let's enjoy our wedding night.” He grabbed her hand and guided her over to his bed. He'd bought new sheets and a new mattress for tonight to make the bed more comfortable for her, to make tonight better.
Julie sat on the edge of the bed and watched him strip off the rest of his clothes before pulling back the covers of the bed and climbed into the bed, he patted the spot next to him and Julie scooted over and let him put the covers over her.
His hands started to wander under the covers as Julie snuggled up to him. Her fingers tangled in his chest hair, and she pressed gentle kisses to his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his skin against her lips.
When one of his large hands found her breast and cupped it, squeezing it, Julie let out a little giggle and then a moan as he started to play with her nipples and rubbing the rough palm over her skin.
She put her leg over his leg and rubbed it back and forth, his hairy legs were a contrast to her silky smooth legs and when his hands crawled down her belly to touch the hair between her legs, she pushed herself against his hand. She liked the way he touched her, stroking her, his fingers brushing back the hair and spreading the skin to touch her moist heat and sensitive nub hidden by the dark blond curls.
Marshal stroked Julie until she was panting and moaning over and over against his mouth and her hips were grinding up against him, wanting more. When he brought her to the first shuddering release with his fingers, he captured the cry of her release out against his mouth, his tongue stroking between her lips.