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HONEY, YOU CAN LAND ON MY MOON ANYTIME...
March 18th, 2013
So we actually missed the first real night of us being married, but I wasn't
about to celebrate that night on an airplane...not that being on an airplane in
the future will stop me *wink wink* but I most certainly am not having the first
night/time on an airplane. Johanna slept most of the ride, which is good,
because it is now late morning in the Swiss Alps and we have a full day ahead of
us (heads up, not that kind of day). But first we have to get to where we are
staying. Most honeymoon-ers stay in a hotel, but not us, I want complete and
total privacy. So I got us a small cabin up in the mountains for 2 weeks. It
will be very romantic, and so much fun.
We took a car to the base of the snowy mountain where we then had to load
ourselves and our luggage onto the chairs of the ski lift and ride it way up
into the mountains.
Johanna nestled against me and started exclaiming at the beauty of the snow and
of the sun against the peaks of the mountain.
"Gabriel, its beautiful."
"And so are you, Mrs.Ryan." She kissed me and then cuddled back into my arms for
warmth. When we got to the end of the ride, we grabbed our bags and walked
around the corner to where the house was.
Johanna stopped in her tracks, a tear rolled down her cheek. She was staring in
wonder at the cozy wooden cabin that would be our place for the next 2 weeks.
"This is ours?" She whispers.
I nod, "Don't you like it?"
"Its more than I could ever ask for. You're more than I could ever ask for."
In response, I took her luggage from her and scooped her up into my arms to
carry her across the threshold of our cabin.
She giggled as I set her down in the living room and then went to go get our
luggage. Quickly, I brought everything into the bedroom and then ran back out to
her. Johanna was nowhere to be seen in the living room, all the sudden the open
door closed and Johanna was leaning against the wall, her legs crossed and a
smile on her lips. I breathed relief and smiled back. She flashed me her
beautiful white smile and then ran to me. She jumped up and wrapped her legs
around my torso. I swung her around in large circles before her artistically
sculpted lips pressed against mine. We were locked together, banging into walls
and hall tables in search of the bedroom. I soon found it and leaned her on top
of the bed, I was raining my kisses upon her face and neck when she turned her
head.
"Hey, what are those?" She asks slowly while sitting up.
"Nothing," I try to convince her, "Pretend they aren't there."
But she wouldn't lie back down, she shoved me off her and pushed her hair out of
her eyes.
"Are those presents?!" Johanna shrieks.
I'm posing on the bed when I reply, "No, they're part of the furniture."
She smacks me before turning and complaining, "We said we weren't going to get
each other wedding gifts!"
"They aren't wedding gifts." I protest, "They're because-i-love-you gifts."
She gives me a very frustrated look and inhales deeply.
I kiss her denim covered knee, "Just open them."
Johanna looks longingly at the group of wrapped presents, her eyes smile as she
looks back at me, she presses a kiss against my lips and then jumps off the bed
to open her mystery gifts.
The first gift was in a box.
"A helmet?! Are you seriously that worried about me?"
I laugh and then motion for her to continue opening presents.
A warmth inside me spread as I noticed the blush in Johanna's cheeks and the
lightness of her fingers as they brushed a loose strand of her hair away from
her face to give me a perfect view of her tight lipped smile.
"Gloves?" She seriously was confused.
I chuckled a little and watched her keep going.
"Snow pants? Snow jacket?! Gabriel," she huffs, "what is going on?"
"Open the rest of your presents." Is my only reply.
"'The rest of'?! That was it. Come on. I'm seriously clueless."
I strike another pose as I'm lounging on the bed, "There's definitely more-"
She started laughing a little, "What's with the pose?! Ha! Is that your sexy
pose?"
"No, who needs to pose? I'm sexy all the time."
"Yeah," she purrs, "You are pretty sexy."
I lean over the bed so that my face is inches from hers, "I'm your husband now,
so I hope you say that."
Her breath was warm and moist against my face as she replied, "I said that the
moment I met you."
I fall off the bed and onto her body, pressing her to the floor, showering her
in kisses, and then resting my palm against her cheek so I could lean down to
her ear and whisper, "You were delirious then. And now you know the real man,
monster, and vampire."
I pulled back a little and she narrowed her eyes at me. Studying my face with
them and then tracing my lips with her soft finger tips, "And I love you for all
that you are."
I lean my face into her hand, to feel that warmth...no, HER warmth...it was like
my own personal heaven. And then I lunge forward to bite her lip gently.
"Go open the closet." I command and then release her.
She gives the same confused look that she's been wearing for the last 10
minutes. When she opens the closet she spins around, "Skiis?!?"
I laugh, "Yes. Babe, we're in the snowy Swiss Alps and you don't know how to
ski-"
"You realize that you'll be skiing laps around me while I fall on my ass again
and again, don't you?"
I pull her into my arms, "If you're learning something new then so am I. I'm
going to learn how to snowboard."
"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?!" She jokes.
I just hold her for a while. We cuddle on the bed for about an hour before I
convince Johanna that we should try skiing. We get bundled in our snow gear and
then walk outside to stand on top of the mountain. I help her put her skiis on
and then I strap my feet to the snowboard. I give her a couple pointers before I
slip and fall down the mountain.
"Gabriel!" She screams.
Of course I did it on purpose. Soon I'm laying on my back staring into the trees
and then not long after, Johanna is racing down the mountain to me.
"Oh my god! Are you okay?" She screams as she peers down at me.
"Of course I am," I reply as I stand up, "But you learned how to ski."
"You jerk!" She pushes me down, "You had me scared to death!"
"But you learned how to ski," I repeat as I pull her down on top of me.
"Yeah, well-" Poor Johanna tried to be angry but I knew she couldn't do it,
"Let's go again!"
I help her up and we ride the ski lift back up to the top. Johanna was doing
really well on the trails and I was even enjoying snow boarding.
We took a break half way through the day to sit inside the lodge for a little
while. We ordered hot chocolate and sat by the fireplace in big, overstuffed
chairs. We spent the hour picking ice chunks out of each others hair and
watching other skiiers go down the mountain. Once we were all warmed up, we went
back outside into the cold to race each other down the mountain.
Just after the sun set, we decided to go back to our cabin. I showered first,
and then Johanna did. While my wife was in the shower I started cooking dinner.
I made lasagna and bought wine, there was a two person table which I set with
silver utensils and nice plates. I lit two candles and they glowed romantically.
When Johanna came out, she was wearing nice pants and a red, sleeveless
turtleneck shirt. I had chosen jeans and a black button down shirt.
"You cooked?!" She asks as I pull out her chair for her.
"Just for you," I reply as I take my seat across from her.
We start eating because neither of us exactly knows what to say. Its romantic,
but at the same time, I feel the tension. She wonders what is coming next...and
so do I.
"Its delicious." She comments with a smile.
We finish diner and then have chocolate ice cream for desert while cuddling
together on the front porch and watching the stars.
"You said your going to take me to them." She whispers.
'Take me to the stars?' She had asked. 'Tonight I will' I replied.
"I'm cold, wanna go to bed?" She asks.
"Sure." I take her empty bowl so she can go get her pjs on.
It took me only seconds to put sweat pants on and climb into bed.
Pjs. Pajamas. That wasn't what she was wearing when she stepped out of the
bathroom.
She wore black lace panties and a turquoise lingerie top with little red bows by
the strap. Her wavy hair bounced as she climbed into the bed.
"You seem so shy," I tell her, "You've never been shy before."
"Tonight is different." She chews her lip.
"You have nothing to be shy about." Was this it then? Were Johanna and I going
to have sex now?
Neither of us said or did anything. We both just sat on our respected sides
looking straight ahead.
"Well, I guess we should go to bed." I said.
"I guess your right," She replied.
I had turned out the light on my side of the bed a while ago. As Johanna was
leaning over to turn out her light, I couldn't help myself. I felt the urge, I
wanted the urge. I realized that she's my wife, this is what married people do
after all.
So I leaned over her, cupped her cheek, and kissed her. Naturally, she kissed
back. I kissed her harder, she understood and kissed me harder in return.
"I love you," I tell her in between a trail of kisses down her chest.
She panted in excitement as I tore off her panties and top.
She pulls me close to her lips, "Your my first and you'll be my only." She
whispers romantically.
"Your my one and only for as long as I live." I promise to her.
I stand up on my knees and throw back the covers to look at her beautiful,
exposed body. I had shrugged off my pants a while ago. We were both naked, two
separate people staring at each other in appreciation.
I took in every curve of her body, every detail of her flesh. Her strong pelvis,
her hips, the curve of her breasts...
I lean back down, Johanna opens her legs and wraps them around me.
I grab her hips and position them when I hear the whimper.
I look up and Johanna is laying there, lower lip quivering in fear, hands
strangling the bed sheet.
"Be gentle." She whispers with tears in her eyes.
I kiss her gently on the lips and stroke the side of her face. My eyes tell her
that it will only hurt for a minute and afterwards it will all be alright.
I take one look around and pay special attention to all the details: what time
it is, all the candles lit in the room, the sounds I hear outside, and most
importantly: how Johanna and I are feeling.
I grab her hips again and with one final thrust, I'm inside her.
She screams in pain a little, gripping the pillows tighter, but then that scream
becomes a whimper as I push myself farther inside her. And finally, its a groan
as I rock in and out of her.
I felt like I was home (how corny haha), as long as she is with me, I'm where I
need to be. This felt right. Being with her in every way possible. I knew
Johanna was okay when I saw the small smile on her face, and I knew she was
still herself when I was pulling out of her but she arched her back and pulled
me back to her. She dug her nails into my back as I pushed myself inside her
again.
We continued this way for a while. Every time that I thought she was exhausted
and couldn't handle more, she pulled me back and showed me that sex requires two
people. It was a battle of pain and love, a battle that both of us wanted to
fight.
We eventually both became exhausted. Johanna fell asleep in my arms, her hair
stuck to her body by sweat, and I even fell into a dream-like state. I was in
her arms. I am hers. For the rest of eternity. We just made love.
-Gabriel
March 18th, 2013
So we actually missed the first real night of us being married, but I wasn't
about to celebrate that night on an airplane...not that being on an airplane in
the future will stop me *wink wink* but I most certainly am not having the first
night/time on an airplane. Johanna slept most of the ride, which is good,
because it is now late morning in the Swiss Alps and we have a full day ahead of
us (heads up, not that kind of day). But first we have to get to where we are
staying. Most honeymoon-ers stay in a hotel, but not us, I want complete and
total privacy. So I got us a small cabin up in the mountains for 2 weeks. It
will be very romantic, and so much fun.
We took a car to the base of the snowy mountain where we then had to load
ourselves and our luggage onto the chairs of the ski lift and ride it way up
into the mountains.
Johanna nestled against me and started exclaiming at the beauty of the snow and
of the sun against the peaks of the mountain.
"Gabriel, its beautiful."
"And so are you, Mrs.Ryan." She kissed me and then cuddled back into my arms for
warmth. When we got to the end of the ride, we grabbed our bags and walked
around the corner to where the house was.
Johanna stopped in her tracks, a tear rolled down her cheek. She was staring in
wonder at the cozy wooden cabin that would be our place for the next 2 weeks.
"This is ours?" She whispers.
I nod, "Don't you like it?"
"Its more than I could ever ask for. You're more than I could ever ask for."
In response, I took her luggage from her and scooped her up into my arms to
carry her across the threshold of our cabin.
She giggled as I set her down in the living room and then went to go get our
luggage. Quickly, I brought everything into the bedroom and then ran back out to
her. Johanna was nowhere to be seen in the living room, all the sudden the open
door closed and Johanna was leaning against the wall, her legs crossed and a
smile on her lips. I breathed relief and smiled back. She flashed me her
beautiful white smile and then ran to me. She jumped up and wrapped her legs
around my torso. I swung her around in large circles before her artistically
sculpted lips pressed against mine. We were locked together, banging into walls
and hall tables in search of the bedroom. I soon found it and leaned her on top
of the bed, I was raining my kisses upon her face and neck when she turned her
head.
"Hey, what are those?" She asks slowly while sitting up.
"Nothing," I try to convince her, "Pretend they aren't there."
But she wouldn't lie back down, she shoved me off her and pushed her hair out of
her eyes.
"Are those presents?!" Johanna shrieks.
I'm posing on the bed when I reply, "No, they're part of the furniture."
She smacks me before turning and complaining, "We said we weren't going to get
each other wedding gifts!"
"They aren't wedding gifts." I protest, "They're because-i-love-you gifts."
She gives me a very frustrated look and inhales deeply.
I kiss her denim covered knee, "Just open them."
Johanna looks longingly at the group of wrapped presents, her eyes smile as she
looks back at me, she presses a kiss against my lips and then jumps off the bed
to open her mystery gifts.
The first gift was in a box.
"A helmet?! Are you seriously that worried about me?"
I laugh and then motion for her to continue opening presents.
A warmth inside me spread as I noticed the blush in Johanna's cheeks and the
lightness of her fingers as they brushed a loose strand of her hair away from
her face to give me a perfect view of her tight lipped smile.
"Gloves?" She seriously was confused.
I chuckled a little and watched her keep going.
"Snow pants? Snow jacket?! Gabriel," she huffs, "what is going on?"
"Open the rest of your presents." Is my only reply.
"'The rest of'?! That was it. Come on. I'm seriously clueless."
I strike another pose as I'm lounging on the bed, "There's definitely more-"
She started laughing a little, "What's with the pose?! Ha! Is that your sexy
pose?"
"No, who needs to pose? I'm sexy all the time."
"Yeah," she purrs, "You are pretty sexy."
I lean over the bed so that my face is inches from hers, "I'm your husband now,
so I hope you say that."
Her breath was warm and moist against my face as she replied, "I said that the
moment I met you."
I fall off the bed and onto her body, pressing her to the floor, showering her
in kisses, and then resting my palm against her cheek so I could lean down to
her ear and whisper, "You were delirious then. And now you know the real man,
monster, and vampire."
I pulled back a little and she narrowed her eyes at me. Studying my face with
them and then tracing my lips with her soft finger tips, "And I love you for all
that you are."
I lean my face into her hand, to feel that warmth...no, HER warmth...it was like
my own personal heaven. And then I lunge forward to bite her lip gently.
"Go open the closet." I command and then release her.
She gives the same confused look that she's been wearing for the last 10
minutes. When she opens the closet she spins around, "Skiis?!?"
I laugh, "Yes. Babe, we're in the snowy Swiss Alps and you don't know how to
ski-"
"You realize that you'll be skiing laps around me while I fall on my ass again
and again, don't you?"
I pull her into my arms, "If you're learning something new then so am I. I'm
going to learn how to snowboard."
"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?!" She jokes.
I just hold her for a while. We cuddle on the bed for about an hour before I
convince Johanna that we should try skiing. We get bundled in our snow gear and
then walk outside to stand on top of the mountain. I help her put her skiis on
and then I strap my feet to the snowboard. I give her a couple pointers before I
slip and fall down the mountain.
"Gabriel!" She screams.
Of course I did it on purpose. Soon I'm laying on my back staring into the trees
and then not long after, Johanna is racing down the mountain to me.
"Oh my god! Are you okay?" She screams as she peers down at me.
"Of course I am," I reply as I stand up, "But you learned how to ski."
"You jerk!" She pushes me down, "You had me scared to death!"
"But you learned how to ski," I repeat as I pull her down on top of me.
"Yeah, well-" Poor Johanna tried to be angry but I knew she couldn't do it,
"Let's go again!"
I help her up and we ride the ski lift back up to the top. Johanna was doing
really well on the trails and I was even enjoying snow boarding.
We took a break half way through the day to sit inside the lodge for a little
while. We ordered hot chocolate and sat by the fireplace in big, overstuffed
chairs. We spent the hour picking ice chunks out of each others hair and
watching other skiiers go down the mountain. Once we were all warmed up, we went
back outside into the cold to race each other down the mountain.
Just after the sun set, we decided to go back to our cabin. I showered first,
and then Johanna did. While my wife was in the shower I started cooking dinner.
I made lasagna and bought wine, there was a two person table which I set with
silver utensils and nice plates. I lit two candles and they glowed romantically.
When Johanna came out, she was wearing nice pants and a red, sleeveless
turtleneck shirt. I had chosen jeans and a black button down shirt.
"You cooked?!" She asks as I pull out her chair for her.
"Just for you," I reply as I take my seat across from her.
We start eating because neither of us exactly knows what to say. Its romantic,
but at the same time, I feel the tension. She wonders what is coming next...and
so do I.
"Its delicious." She comments with a smile.
We finish diner and then have chocolate ice cream for desert while cuddling
together on the front porch and watching the stars.
"You said your going to take me to them." She whispers.
'Take me to the stars?' She had asked. 'Tonight I will' I replied.
"I'm cold, wanna go to bed?" She asks.
"Sure." I take her empty bowl so she can go get her pjs on.
It took me only seconds to put sweat pants on and climb into bed.
Pjs. Pajamas. That wasn't what she was wearing when she stepped out of the
bathroom.
She wore black lace panties and a turquoise lingerie top with little red bows by
the strap. Her wavy hair bounced as she climbed into the bed.
"You seem so shy," I tell her, "You've never been shy before."
"Tonight is different." She chews her lip.
"You have nothing to be shy about." Was this it then? Were Johanna and I going
to have sex now?
Neither of us said or did anything. We both just sat on our respected sides
looking straight ahead.
"Well, I guess we should go to bed." I said.
"I guess your right," She replied.
I had turned out the light on my side of the bed a while ago. As Johanna was
leaning over to turn out her light, I couldn't help myself. I felt the urge, I
wanted the urge. I realized that she's my wife, this is what married people do
after all.
So I leaned over her, cupped her cheek, and kissed her. Naturally, she kissed
back. I kissed her harder, she understood and kissed me harder in return.
"I love you," I tell her in between a trail of kisses down her chest.
She panted in excitement as I tore off her panties and top.
She pulls me close to her lips, "Your my first and you'll be my only." She
whispers romantically.
"Your my one and only for as long as I live." I promise to her.
I stand up on my knees and throw back the covers to look at her beautiful,
exposed body. I had shrugged off my pants a while ago. We were both naked, two
separate people staring at each other in appreciation.
I took in every curve of her body, every detail of her flesh. Her strong pelvis,
her hips, the curve of her breasts...
I lean back down, Johanna opens her legs and wraps them around me.
I grab her hips and position them when I hear the whimper.
I look up and Johanna is laying there, lower lip quivering in fear, hands
strangling the bed sheet.
"Be gentle." She whispers with tears in her eyes.
I kiss her gently on the lips and stroke the side of her face. My eyes tell her
that it will only hurt for a minute and afterwards it will all be alright.
I take one look around and pay special attention to all the details: what time
it is, all the candles lit in the room, the sounds I hear outside, and most
importantly: how Johanna and I are feeling.
I grab her hips again and with one final thrust, I'm inside her.
She screams in pain a little, gripping the pillows tighter, but then that scream
becomes a whimper as I push myself farther inside her. And finally, its a groan
as I rock in and out of her.
I felt like I was home (how corny haha), as long as she is with me, I'm where I
need to be. This felt right. Being with her in every way possible. I knew
Johanna was okay when I saw the small smile on her face, and I knew she was
still herself when I was pulling out of her but she arched her back and pulled
me back to her. She dug her nails into my back as I pushed myself inside her
again.
We continued this way for a while. Every time that I thought she was exhausted
and couldn't handle more, she pulled me back and showed me that sex requires two
people. It was a battle of pain and love, a battle that both of us wanted to
fight.
We eventually both became exhausted. Johanna fell asleep in my arms, her hair
stuck to her body by sweat, and I even fell into a dream-like state. I was in
her arms. I am hers. For the rest of eternity. We just made love.
-Gabriel