Joseph Barton

My POV I stood quietly on the terrace, watching people boating about on the long river, the sun setting and painting the sky with beautiful colors. Despite all that, I felt my nerves rising, as it was my wedding night, even though I had the rare privilege of having a husband who seemed to adore me and whose eyes wouldn't stray. It was only then that I came back to reality at the sound of his voice. "Come inside, my dear." The smooth sound of his voice rang out. I turned slowly, still skeptical, until he spoke again. "Are you afraid of your Joseph?" He asked playfully, and that same desire I felt the moment we met was so intense that my stomach was clenching and my pussy was soaked underneath my nightgown. I held onto the bottom of my nightgown as I walked back into the room, but his words were no help. "You are so lovely," and then gently extended his hand towards me as he lay in bed. I listened, getting into bed with him as he stared, breathing a little heavier as he started to cover me with the blanket, shifting gently to lie on top of me. It was time to consummate the marriage, no doubt. I watched as he reached under the blanket to free himself of his underclothes. "Y/nn," He breathed out, and I could only look at him as he did, lying still for now.