Honeymoon
by Jefferson
Krista sat on the hotel suite bed waiting for her new husband to come out of the shower. He had gone in there only ten minutes ago but Krista was anxious and wanted to get this over with. She sat there, stiff and uptight, on the edge of the king sized bed, dressed in the beautiful white satin nightgown her best friend had given to her for a wedding present.
Krista never doubted that she wanted to marry Matt and spend the rest of her life with him. She had no real reservations about being naked with him. If there was one man she wanted to be naked with, it was Matt. She never wanted it so badly in her entire life. What came after that is what had her sitting on the edge of her bed, anxious, nervous, uptight and tense. Krista had never been with a man in the Biblical sense. She had never done anything more than kissing and a little fondling, always with her clothes on. She had promised her God, her parents and herself that she would marry as a virgin. Numerous young men had tried to convince her that she wrong or old fashioned or just being a tease but Krista had never given in. So here she sat, waiting for her new husband to come out of the bathroom. Waiting for him to lay her down in the bed, kiss her, remove her nightgown and her panties and make love to her.
Krista bit her lower lip as she wondered what it would be like. Friends and family had all talked to her about it. Some said it would be wonderful. Others said it would be painful. Some said it would be both. Some said it would depend on the man, his experience, how gentle he was, how much he wanted to make her happy. Some said she would love it, some said it would take time before she would enjoy it, some said she would hate it. Some said she should talk, some said she should moan and scream, some said to be aggressive, some said to be permissive. She didn't really care which one was right, she just wanted to get it over with.
She wanted to be with Matt more than anything in the world. She had considered spending a night with him many times since they met, even more often once they were engaged. The closer the wedding got, the more she considered it. Oddly, the closer the wedding got, the more definite Matt became about them waiting until their wedding night. Matt wasn't the dedicated Christian that Krista was, he'd had sex before, many times depending on who you asked. But even he had wanted her a virgin on their wedding night. As he said "Krissy, we've waited three years. We can wait a little while longer." And they had. They had waited until tonight.
Krista heard the water in the shower go off. Matt would be getting out of the shower. He would be wet and naked. Krista closed her eyes and tried to picture what he would look like. This brought other images into her mind as she wondered what he would come out looking like. Would he come out naked? In his briefs? In pajamas? This caused Krista no end of concern.
Krista opened her eyes and swallowed hard. What if he did come out naked? Would she be shocked, horrified, embarrassed? Would she say something to offend him? Would his penis already be erect? What would she do, what should do, if he was already hard? Should she touch it? What if he wasn't erect? Would she excite him? Could she? Did she know how? Could she do some of the things her friends and sister had told her about in order to arouse him? Should she be naked for him? He had seen her come out of the bathroom dressed in her nightgown. Would he take that into consideration and dress appropriately? Would he expect her to be naked when he came out? What would happen if she wasn't? What if he was in his pajamas? Did he even own pajamas? How did he normally sleep? She really didn't know. It had never occurred to her to ask. That wasn't true. It had occurred to her, she had chosen not to ask for fear he would expect her to tell him what she slept in. What would she have said? Telling him the truth, that she had become accustomed to sleeping in only her panties, would feel like a tease. Human nature would instantly make him think of her in only her panties. That seemed like a cruel tease, so she had never asked. She would find out tonight Krista decided. Tonight she would ask.
The water in the sink came on. He was brushing his teeth. Something Matt knew very well being a newly licensed dentist. It was one of his pet peeves. He would brush thoroughly. Krista swallowed hard again. She knew she had only a few more moments before all of her questions would be answered. Only a few more minutes before they would climb into bed together. A few more minutes and she would be in his arms. Her stomach was in knots. A lump developed in her throat and she could feel tears of fear and anxiety welling up in her eyes. She closed her eyes, swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths trying to calm herself. She heard the water in the sink go off. He was done brushing his teeth. He would be coming out any minute. Krista swallowed her anxiety once more, opened her eyes and sat there forcing a smile onto her face. She wanted him to think she was happy. The bathroom door opened and she heard him padding across the carpeted floor. In another second, he would come out from behind the separating wall and she would see him. Krista couldn't remember being this nervous.
Matt appeared from behind the wall, he was wearing sweat pants but no shirt. He was so handsome. His hair was wet and combed straight back. His face cleanly shaven. Krista's eyes wandered down his body, over his broad shoulder, down his strong arms, over his chest covered with a light carpet of dark hair that tapered off down his stomach and vanished beneath his pants. Krista could breathe again. She hadn't even realized she was holding her breath. Matt had his dirty clothes bundled into a ball in one arm. He stopped when he saw her sitting there, staring at him. "Krissy, you okay?" He asked. Krista opened her mouth but nothing would come out. She closed her mouth again, forced her eyes off of him and tried to swallow. Matt was coming towards her. He tossed his dirty clothes into a pile by the suitcases. "Krissy?"
He was only one who ever called her that. Her family called her by her full name, Krista. Her friends called her Kris. He was the only one, throughout her entire life, who ever called her Krissy. He's the only one she would allow to call her Krissy. She had fought tooth and nail during her childhood to stop people from calling her that, she had hated it. When Matt started calling her that though, the tone in his voice, it sounded so sweet and so caring when he said it. She had never asked him to stop. Others had tried it when they heard Matt do it, but she had always told them "That isn't my name. Call me Krista." And they had, Only Matt.
Matt was now right in front of her. She couldn't look at him. She knew if she did she wouldn't be able to talk again. "Krissy, relax." Matt said and sat down beside her. She felt his arm go around her and he pulled her close. She laid her head on his chest. She couldn't help it, he was so strong, she felt so safe in his arms. The warmth of his bare skin against her arms and face only increased that feeling. She could feel her panties getting wet as her body turned on her. She realized she was crying. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. "What's wrong?" He asked softly as he wrapped his arms around her, one around her waist, the other around her neck. He held her tight and said sweet things to her. He spoke softly and Krista could here the compassion in his voice. It made her feel better. She closed her eyes and regained her composure. She kept her head on his chest, she knew she wouldn't be able to speak if she looked in his eyes. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and finally felt able to speak.
"Oh Matt. I'm so scared." Krista finally got out and started crying again.
"What are you scared of? Me?" Matt asked. She could hear the confusion in his voice.
"Yes! No! I don't know. I'm so confused. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't want to do something wrong. I want everything to be perfect for you tonight." She got out as she continued to cry.
"Krissy," Matt released her and used one hand to lift her face up holding her beneath her chin. "All I want or expect tonight, is to be with you. Everything else is completely up to you. I'm not going make you do anything you don't want to do. You set the speed, I'll keep up." Matt smiled at her. She could see the love and sincerity in his blue eyes. She loved his blue eyes. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.
"Don't you want to make love to me?" Krista asked. Her brains and nerves finally returning. He chuckled at her.
"Of course I want to make love to you. More than anything in the world. I can't explain how much I want to make you happy. How much I want touch you and kiss you and pleasure you. I want to more than anything in the world. I want you more than anyone I've ever met. That's why I married you, because I knew I wanted to be with forever and ever. Not just in bed, but in every way." Krista smiled. She could see in his eyes and in his face that he wasn't lying. He smiled back at her and lowered his head and their lips met. It was a soft kiss and only lasted an instant. "My parents made the reservations. If I had done it myself, trust me, there would be more than one bed. But I've never told my parents about... Well, I never told them that you're a virgin. I didn't think it was their business. I guess they just assumed. If you don't want to sleep together..."
"No!" Krista interrupted quickly. "I want to sleep together. I want to fall asleep in your arms. It's what I've dreamed of for the last three years." Krista said and sat up. She wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Okay then, let's just start there. We'll get in bed and watch TV or talk or whatever you want. It's completely up to you. I promise" He said and moved off the bed and kneeled in front of her. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. I'm not going to force or pressure you to do anything you don't want to do and I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything. We've got two weeks in this hotel. We've got a beautiful beach outside and the islands of Hawaii to explore. We've got plenty of time. Even if it doesn't happen in the next two weeks, will, we've got the rest of our lives don't we?" He smiled up at her. Krista laughed for the first time since she had come out of the shower. "That's what I wanted to see. We've got our entire lives to make love, if you aren't comfortable or whatever, we won't do anything except sleep in that bed tonight. Okay?" He asked looking up at her. Krista nodded, still smiling. She then quickly stood up and moved past him. "Where are you going?"
"I need to pee." She screamed back to him and she ran into the bathroom. Matt held in the laugh until he heard the bathroom door close.
Krista emerged from the bathroom only a few minutes later. She found Matt laying in the bed, his legs under the covers of the bed and the TV remote control in his right hand. The TV was on but he had muted it when he heard the bathroom door open. Krista moved to the edge of the bed and stopped and stared down at Matt. "What?" He asked smiling up at her. Krista bit her lower lip and without moving her arms, used her fingers to slowly pull the white satin nightgown up her legs. Matt's eyes moved down until he could see what she was doing. Krista slowly pulled up the ankle length nightgown, using only her fingers, until she had it all bundled up in her hands just inches below her panties. Krista closed her eyes.
"Turn off the light and the TV please." She said and then opened her eyes again. The only light that was still on was the small lamp over Matt's side of the bed. He nodded and pushed the power button on the TV remote control. The TV screen went black. Matt then set the remote on the night stand beside the bed and reached up and pushed the small brass button to turn off the lamp. The room was now almost completely dark. The only light came through a small split between the curtains. There was still enough light for them to see each other.
Krista took another breath, bit her lip again and then slowly started pulling the gown up even more. Her legs were now exposed. Then the white satin panties appeared. Krista forced herself not to look at Matt. She knew, if she did look at him, she would chicken out. She wanted to do this. She told herself that she had to do this. The tops of her panties became visible to Matt. There was a flurry of motion and she looked down to see Matt had pulled back the covers on her side of the bed so she could climb in easily. He never took his eyes off of her though. Krista continued to pull the satin nightgown up over her belly. She stopped with the nightgown just beneath her small orange sized breasts. She would have to the rest in one motion, all at once. She knew she would stop if she tried to go slowly. Krista closed her eyes.
"You don't have to..." Matt started.
"Don't talk. Please." She interrupted. "I want to do this. I have to." She said. She then took a deep breath, bit her lip hard and in one smooth motion pulled the nightgown up and over her head. Without opening her eyes, she stood there before Matt naked except for the small white satin bikini that had come with the nightgown. She slid the spaghetti straps off of her left arm and dropped her arms to her side. She then allowed the nightgown to fall in a heap onto the floor. With her eyes still closed, she stepped out of the house slippers the hotel provided and stood in front of him.
"You're beautiful Krista." Matt said softly. "Even more beautiful than I had imagined." She allowed her eyes to open just a crack and looked at him. He was still on the far side of the bed and looking up at her. She had expected him to be looking at her body, but he wasn't. He was looking at her face. "It's okay Krista." Matt said and smiled. He patted the bed where he had pulled down the covers. She opened her eyes the rest of the way and put one knee on the bed, then the other and then sat down on the bed beside him. He took hold of the covers and tossed them over her legs as she lowered her legs. He didn't touch her. She looked over at him and he smiled. She bit her lip and then smiled back. "You're allowed to be nervous." Matt said in a whisper. Krista sat there for a few seconds, her legs and hips covered, but her breasts exposed to him. His eyes barely moved from her face. Krista then lowered herself to a laying position and covered herself to her shoulders.
Matt followed Krista's lead and slid down so he was laying beside her. Both on their back, six inches separating them. Once Matt is at the same level Krista is, he rolls onto his side facing her and rest his head in his hand and looks down at her. "What now?" He asked softly, still smiling. His smile made her feel better.
"Kiss me." Krista said, it almost sounded like a plea or a beg. Matt moved very slowly, he lowered his head and their lips met. It was a soft, gentle kiss but it seemed to last for a long time. Krista could feel her panties getting even wetter. As the kiss continued, Krista let go of the blankets and wrapped her arms around his neck. She held him there and when he pulled away, she pulled him back and kissed him again. This time harder and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. She felt his free hand come to rest on her belly just above her navel. His touch sent a shock through her and she moaned into his mouth. His hand was so warm and soft against her skin. She felt him move closer to her as his tongue found hers. Her tongue retreated and his tongue gave chase into her mouth. She tasted him as his tongue explored her mouth. His hand moved in small, slow circles over her belly, using only the tips of his fingers to rub. A chill ran up and down her body and she got goosebumps. She could feel him next to her now. His body pressed against her side. One of his legs moved across hers and she could feel even more of his warmth.
Without thought, Krista rolled onto her side and into his arms. He pulled her close and held her tight as they continued to kiss. One of his hands now on her back, still gently rubbing, the other hand wrapped itself into her blond hair and pulled her head and lips to him. One of Krista's arms was now trapped beneath her, she wrapped the other around his waist and pulled herself even closer to him. She could feel every contour of his body. She could feel the mat of hair on his chest pressing against her breasts, she could feel her erect nipples straining against him. She could feel his erection against her thigh. She could feel the hair on his legs as his leg moved up and down against hers. It felt like this went on for hours to Krista, she was sure it was only moments though. Then it was over. He pulled away and she opened her eyes and his eyes were right in front of her only inches away. She could feel his warm breath on her face and could feel his hard body pressed against her. His hand continued to rub her back and his right foot continued to gently rub her leg. "I love you Mrs. Randolph." Matt said with a smile.
"I love you too, Mister Randolph." Krista said and smiled back. She allowed her free left hand to run down the side of his torso. At his hips, Krista found the elastic of his briefs. "You took off your sweats." She announced. Krista had realized this when he moved closer to her, but the impact had not registered with her brain until that moment. Matt was naked except for his briefs. She was naked except for her bikini.
"I know." Matt replied with a slight laugh.
"You sneaky." Krista started to say but stopped and instead moved forward and kissed him again. Matt pulled her closer to him. Using the hand on Krista's back to pull her to him. She pressed herself against as close as she could. When the kiss broke off, Krista whispered. "Touch me Matt." She said and looked into his eyes. Matt released her and she rolled onto her back. Matt's hand once again returned to her belly. He propped himself up on his elbow again and gently rubbed her belly, locking eyes with her until she closed her eyes, his smiling face the last thing she saw. She felt his hand move higher and gently cup her left breast. She felt his thumb slide over her erect nipple and she inhaled sharply. He kissed her as he continued fondling her breast and rubbing the nipple. She opened her mouth and invited his tongue in. Matt willingly accepted the invitation. His hand continued rubbing, very gently. Moving from her left breast over to her right breast, then up her neck and then back down between her breasts to her belly. Krista moaned without even realizing it as his fingers slid along just above the elastic band of her bikini. "Talk to me Matt." Krista whispered between kisses.
Matt's hand ran up and down her torso, over her breasts, down her belly, right down to the edge of her white satin bikini. He kissed her and quietly whispered sweet nothings to her. Telling Krista how beautiful she was, how good she felt, how much he loved the taste of her lips, how soft her skin was, how pretty her eyes and lips and breasts were, how much he loved holding her and touching her, how much he wanted to make love to her and how much he wanted her to give him a child. Krista didn't speak. She wasn't able. A tear occasionally rolled down her cheeks but Matt quickly kissed it away and then whispered how good her tears tasted. Krista couldn't decide whether she was in Heaven or Hell. Was this pleasure or torture? His fingertips played across her belly, rubbing and tickling at the same time. Krista instinctively raised her arms up over her head giving Matt even better access. Soon he was running his fingers down the sides of her ribs and her abdomen. Krista was moaning audibly now, before, during and after his kisses. Her mind was spinning as one part of her enjoyed the feelings her new husband was giving her while another side protested and wanted to make him stop but she didn't have to strength. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. All she could do was lay there and let him continue.
And continue Matt did. He kept whispering to her, telling her what he was going to do to her. How he was going to slip a hand inside her bikini just as his hand wandered towards her bikini and then beneath the elastic band. The voices in Krista's mind screamed as his fingers ran through the mat of hair at her hips. One side of Krista's brain screaming for him to never stop and the other insisting that this was wrong and she should run away as soon as possible. Then Matt whispered that he was going to go further and his hand slid through the bushel of hair and down to her most private parts. His fingers rubbed the pink, engorged cunt lips. Krista's fingers dug at the pillows and she couldn't breathe. Her eyes closed tighter and she threw her head back as her body shivered and shook from a small orgasm. "Oh Matt!" Krista heard herself whisper without even thinking it. Then Matt told her he was going to put a finger between the cunt lips and almost as soon as he said it, one finger slid between her wet, hot cunt lips and searched out her clit. He found the small nub and rubbed it gently. She heard him say that he was hard and that he had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her right now.
Krista heard herself scream and her body arched up to meet his finger, her head flopped from side to side and she kept screaming as he continued to rub and tickle her small clit. Krista's eyes popped open wide and she screamed more as she felt her body release a huge amount of energy in a mere second. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, her mind had shut down, her body moved on instinct as he continued to rub her small pink clit, his mouth covered hers and his tongue probed deep into her mouth. Krista's mind was screaming for something but Krista didn't know what it was. She knew she wanted more, but she didn't know what that would be. Krista didn't notice when a second and then a third finger slid between her warm cunt lips. She couldn't stop screaming, he never let up, the torture was constant. His fingers worked their magic over her body, touching only one small spot he was driving her crazy, her body was paralyzed, completely under his control. She was his to do with as he pleased. The orgasms continued one right after the other, or maybe it was one huge orgasm, neither Krista nor Matt could really tell. Two of the fingers now pinched her small clit between them, rolling it up and down between them as the third finger continued to rub and tickled on the top. The orgasms became greater. She felt all wet and warm but she didn't care, sweat covered her face and neck, her hair was sopping wet. Then his fingers were gone.
Krista's body collapsed onto the bed. She couldn't open her eyes, she couldn't talk, she couldn't move. Her breathing slowly came back to normal and darkness tried to encircle her. With no warning someone's hand was on her shoulder, shaking her awake. She tried to resist. She wanted to continue. She wanted to fade off to sleep and dream of everything that had just happened. She wanted to experience it all again in her mind. She needed time, time to regroup, time to rebuild her energy reserves, time... But the hand wouldn't stop shaking her. Then her ears started working again. "Krista, come on! Wake up!" Suddenly Krista's brain clicked on and she realized Matt was trying to wake her up. But why? She had just gone to sleep. Why wouldn't he let her sleep. "Come on Krissy, you need to get up. You can't sleep like this." She forced her eyes to open and looked up at him. But he wasn't beside her anymore. Then she heard his voice again, this time from the other side of her. "That's it Krissy. I know you're tired, but you can't sleep like this. Come on, wake up!" He said. She turned to face him and saw his face plain as day. He was so handsome. He was her Prince Charming, her Romeo and her Don Juan all rolled into one. She smiled at him and licked her lips. Her mouth and throat were so dry she couldn't speak. She smiled and started to fade off to sleep again, comforted to know that he was with her. That it wasn't all just a wonderful dream. But the hand came back to her shoulder and shook her again. "Come on Krissy. You need to get up!" Matt insisted. Krissy opened her eyes and tried to speak.
"What?" Krista's voice squeaked. "I wanna sleep." She said and started to fade away again.
"I know and you can but not like this." Matt said and shook her shoulder some more.
"What's wrong?" She asked opening her eyes again and being blinded by the lights. "What's going on?" She asked as her mind finally started to work again. She was in the hotel room, with Matt, it was their honeymoon, they had just... Had they made love? She couldn't remember exactly. All she could remember was incredible passion, incredible pleasure and her own screams of ecstasy.
"You need to get up." Matt said with a smile. "You can't sleep like this." He said. But this confused Krista. How was she supposed to sleep? She was in bed, it was her honeymoon, she was practically naked, how was she supposed to sleep?"
"Why?" Krista whined.
"Krissy!" Matt yelled and her thoughts became coherent and the tone. Her brain snapped to attention and she sat up and looked around. They were still in the hotel, but the lights were now on. Matt was standing beside her and she was cold and wet. She looked down at her exposed body and suddenly became embarrassed. Then her eyes moved to the bed and the huge wet stain on the bed beneath her and surrounding her.
"What happened?" She asked, looking up at Matt as she tried to cover her breasts with her arms.
"Stand up and I'll tell you." He said with a smile, realizing that she had finally come fully awake. Krista didn't question him. She trusted Matt with her life. She swung her legs off the bed and stood up. Her panties, her back and her thighs were wet and sticky. "Matt, what happened?" She said as she moved away. Matt quickly began tossing pillows off the bed and onto the floor. He then smoothly stripped the covers and finally the bottom soaking wet bottom sheet from the bed. He stood up with the bottom sheet in a ball under his arm and turned to face her. He smiled and came over to her. Krista was still trying to hide her breasts from him. He didn't seem to notice or care though.
"Don't get upset okay?" She nodded in agreement. "You wet the bed." He said and went to the bathroom.
"I wet the bed?" Krista said to him as he walked away. "I haven't wet the bed in twenty years. What are you talking about?" She said and watched as Matt came back out of the bathroom without the bottom sheet but now holding a towel.
"Do you remember what happened?" Matt asked. She then realized, Matt was dressed again. He was in his sweat pants again. When did he get re-dressed? Krista wondered but didn't ask. She considered the question. Did she remember what happened? Her mind worked double time pulling out pieces and snapshots of what had happened. She remembered screaming and feeling a sudden release. Matt was covering the wet spot on the bed with the towel he had brought out.
"Yeah. You touched me and I think I had an orgasm." Krista said rather shyly. Matt nodded in agreement.
"When you had the last really big orgasm, you lost control apparently and when you came, so did your bladder." Matt explained as he found the sheet they had been covered with in the pile of covers and separated it and started spreading it out over the bed and the towel.
"Are you serious?" She asked. But she already knew he was right. As soon as he said it, she remembered the feeling she'd had and it was very similar to the feeling she had when she used the bathroom and it did explain why her legs and bikini and the bed were soaked. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry." She said and ran into the bathroom locking the door behind her. She sat on the toilet seat and broke down crying. It was about five minutes before Matt knocked on the bathroom door.
"Krissy, open the door." Krissy didn't move or speak. "Come on Krissy. It happens to a lot of people their first time. You don't need to be embarrassed." Matt said through the door. She heard him but didn't believe him and even if it was true, it didn't make her feel better. She didn't move or respond. Matt went away. After a few more minutes of crying, Krista pulled herself together. For the first time, she could smell the strong ammonia odor of urine. She stood up, slipped off her panties and turned on the shower.
Krista's shower lasted about fifteen minutes. She then brushed her hair, wrapped one of the hotel provided house coats around her, took a deep breath, unlocked and opened the door and went back out to find Matt. She found him laying on his side, the dry side, of the bed watching TV. He muted the TV when he saw her. "Feel better?" He asked. She nodded and moved to the chairs across the room from the bed. She sat down and wrapped her arms around herself. "Krissy, like I said, it happens to a lot of people. I peed my pants when I had my first orgasm. Luckily, I was by myself. But you should have seen my face when my mother started asking questions about why I was stripping my bed in the middle of the week and why my sheet was all wet. I had washed it out in the tub trying to get the stink off. I didn't work real well." Matt said with a smile.
"It's still humiliating. Have any other girls you've been with done it?" Krista asked quietly and never looking him in the face.
"No." Matt responded. "You were the first. You were also my first virgin though. But think about this, I've never made any other girl scream like I got you to." Matt said, raising his eyebrows to make a point. Him mentioning her screaming embarrassed her even more. She had never lost control like that. She didn't think she could. She considered that almost as humiliating as wetting the bed.
"If you're trying to make me feel better, you're not doing a very good job of it." She said with a sniffle. She still couldn't look him in the eye.
"Krissy," Matt started. "Look at me." It was an order. It was the first time he'd ever ordered her to do anything. His tone and the fact that it was the first made it that much more intimidating. Slowly, she turned her head and raised her eyes to meet his. "Did you enjoy it?" He asked with as much love in his voice as he could muster. Krista quickly looked down again. The two parts of her brain started the war again. One telling her to never admit that she had loved every second of it and wanted more, the other side telling her to go to him and beg him to do it again and again and again. Krista refused to do either. She wouldn't respond. "Okay, you don't have to tell me. But Krissy," She looked up at him again at the mention of her name. "That was using only three fingers." He said holding up the three middle fingers on his left hand. "Whether you enjoyed that or not, think about how many other body parts I have. If you didn't enjoy it, that's fine. I'll try something else until I find a way to make you feel good. Until I find a way to make you forget the rest of the world exists. Until you beg me to never stop kissing and touching you. Until you beg me to put myself inside you. I'll keep looking." He took a long pause. "So did you enjoy it?" He asked again this time with a bit of a smile. "I think you did. I think you hate it that you did like it so much and that you totally lost control. I imagine you're a little embarrassed about wetting the bed, but I don't think that's all of it." He said and stood up from the bed. "I'm going to go shower. I'll be out in a few. If you want to talk, you're welcome to come talk to me in the bathroom." He said. He went to his suitcase, pulled out a new pair of briefs and headed for the bathroom.
Krista swore to herself that she hated him. That he wasn't right about any of it. She swore at herself for marrying a man who minored in psychology. She swore even harder as she realized he was right about everything. She hated him but she didn't want to loose him. She sat in the chair, curled up thinking about what she should do the whole time Matt was in the shower.
When Matt came out, Krista checked the time. It was almost one in the morning. She should be in bed and asleep. Not sitting here pouting about wetting the bed. She thought to herself. Matt reappeared in his sweatpants. His hair once again, matted down and wet. He looked so handsome, so strong. She wanted him to hold her again. She wanted him to protect her. She started to cry very softly. Then he was there. He was kneeling beside her chair. His arms were around her and he was quietly telling her that everything would be okay and telling her that they needed to get some sleep. She cried for about ten minutes before he finally scooped her up out of the chair. One arm beneath her neck, the other beneath her knees. She didn't fight him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face into his shoulder. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on the dry side. He gently kissed her forehead, then each eye, then the tip of her small nose, then her right cheek, her lips and then her left cheek. Krista barely noticed as he untied the bathrobe and laid it open exposing her completely. He stood up and carefully covered her with the blankets. It was the last thing Krista remembered when she woke up the next morning.