Consummation

We ran across the fields, and I was laughing as Johnny did a somersault for my amusement. Catching his hand in my own, I pulled him down the path with me, tripping lightly down the hill. When we reached the bottom he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I looped mine around his neck. He placed a light kiss on my lips before releasing me, this time pulling me along to the banks of the river.
He sat down on the stone pathway that ran alongside the river, pulling me down with him. He drew me towards him for a kiss, before he let me lay down in his arms. When he kicked off his shoes, letting them fall on the ground, I had an idea.
“Will you help me off with my boots, Johnny?” I asked him, smiling at the surprised look in his eyes.
“Of course, Nora,” he replied, helping me sit up before kneeling at my feet, beginning to unlace my boots. When he had removed both of them, he set them next to his shoes before turning back to me. He stood up, walking back over to me, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him down again.
“You’re not going to help me with my stockings?” I asked coyly, taking his hands in mine and sliding them up under my skirts. He looked at me, shocked, even as his eyes darkened. I released his hands as they crept up my thighs on their own, and I hiked up my skirts so that he could see what he was doing.
His practised fingers quickly released my stockings from the garter belt that I wore, and his gentle fingers rolled down the silk stockings separating my skin from his. He kissed his way down my left leg as he rolled down the stocking, repeating the action when he rolled down the stocking covering my right leg. I took the stockings from his hands and stuffed them into my boots, before I rejoined him on the bank of the brook, lying in his arms.
As he stroked my hair, I knew it was time for the next stage of my plan. “It’s a bit... warm, isn’t it?” I asked him, and he nodded. He had already shed his shirt and rolled up his trousers. I began to unbutton the top of my dress, and he closed his eyes and moaned as I shrugged out of it, standing up and letting the fabric pool at my feet. I was only wearing a thin chemise and my knickers underneath, and I kicked the dress towards the rest of our clothes before reaching a hand down to Johnny.
“I love you, Johnny,” I whispered, and he brought one hand up to stroke my cheek.
“I love you, Nora,” he replied.
“Then make love to me, Johnny,” I whispered, trailing one hand down his chest to the bulge in his trousers.
“Now?” he asked, looking torn.
“Yes, now, here, Johnny,” I replied. “I need you; I love you – now, please!” I told him, and was rewarded by his skilled hands pulling down my knickers and unbuttoning my chemise, dropping them on the bank of the brook. For my part, I brought my hands to the front of his trousers and undid his belt, my hands shaking slightly from excitement and nervousness. He moaned as his trousers fell down to his ankles, and he kicked them off as he pulled me down to the ground.
I pushed myself off of him for a moment to take in the beauty of his body – he really was a marvellous specimen of a man – and I knew this, even though he was the first man I had ever seen nude. His chest was broad and muscled, his hips were narrow, his legs were strong and slender... and his erection was pointed skyward.
For his part, Johnny took in the sight of my body with equally hungry eyes. “Nora, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, bringing a hand up to caress my breast. I moaned and closed my eyes, allowing him to pull me against his body. He rolled me onto my back, and I opened my eyes, looking at him.
“I love you so much, Nora,” he whispered, kissing me lightly. I wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and held him to me, my other hand stroking his chest. He kissed me repeatedly before bringing his hands to my waist, holding my hips firmly as he entered me. I felt a sharp stab of pain and cried out, but the pain soon disappeared, and I began to move my hips in time with his. He moved within me, pumping and thrusting, until desire overwhelmed me, causing me to cry out. I couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything but Johnny’s voice calling my name, couldn’t feel anything but him moving within me. And then he came, thrusting into me once more before he collapsed on top of me.
“I love you so much, Johnny,” I said, stroking his damp chest.
He placed a kiss on my hair. “And I love you, my darling Nora. I love you.”