Chapter 20

Over the

following week, the two young lovers were kept busy with assignments given to them by Edward's

mother and father. Every evening, they fell into bed with each

other, exhausted from the day's events but still eager to please

and be pleased.

On the Sunday after

church service, Edward informed his father that he would spend the

rest of the day with his wife, and he and Alessandra made their way

up to the summit. The weather had been too cold for such activity,

but it was a rare winter day when the sun was out and it was fairly

warm. They seized the moment and took the horses up. It was the

first time they had been up there since their wedding. Sitting down

on the blankets, they held each other while looking out over the

land around them. As they kissed again, Alessandra felt the same

longing as she always did.

"Edward," she seemed to

breathe out. "Touch me. Please."

Edward

looked at her, surprised, knowing

they were in the open, but was overcome with arousal also, and did

know there was never anyone else up on the summit to see. He

discretely placed his hand on her calf, and ran his hand up her

leg, inside her skirt, until he could feel where she liked to be

touched.

"Yes," she

whispered.

Edward watched her face as she

was taken away into the world of pleasure. It lasted only a few

minutes before it was over for her, breathing heavily as she

recovered.

She looked at him, her eyes

deep with passion.

"And you?" she asked him but he

held her hand and kissed it.

"Later my love," he said,

wanting more than anything to be touched by her, but knowing he

couldn't be pleasured quite as discretely as she could. He decided

to put that thought behind them. "Tonight, when we are in the

privacy of our room."

After she kissed him

again in response, they ended up lying down with him on top of her.

It felt natural for Edward to be positioned so that her legs were

spread and he was lying between them. Even with all of the clothing

they both had on, it felt thrilling.

Alessandra felt like she

couldn't get enough of him. She knew they both had so much work

they should be doing, all day every day, but what she wanted to do

more than anything else was just be with her husband.

They stopped kissing and lay

unmoving, looking at each other.

"I do love you, Alessandra,"

Edward said, his face full of emotion.

She looked at him,

acknowledging that he had no traditional handsomeness on his face,

but yet was still a man who she regarded as truly beautiful.

"And I love you, Edward."

As they began to feel

cold, Edward stood and helped her up.

"My beautiful

wife, we must return home and

get in front of the fire. It is getting too cold to be out here,"

he said, kissing her again and feeling her respond with the passion

that she seemed to have an unending supply of.

He laughed and pushed her away

from him.

"Later!" he exclaimed.

Alessandra laughed at him

before they mounted the horses and made their way back

home.