Rushed wedding night

My eyes fluttered open as a voice broke the silence in my chamber. 

"My lord?" It came from a distance. I shuffled onto the bed and sat up.

"Hmm?" I grunted and rubbed my eyes.

The servant hesitated before continuing, "...she has been announced, waiting by the door."

"What?" I asked in confusion, looking around at the servant standing between the doors.

"Queen, your lady wife has made herself known. She is waiting with her guards outside your rooms." He repeated timidly.

"Why on earth didn't she go in?" I asked, jumping out of bed as I realized what this meant. I pulled my robe over my shoulders and started across the lounge to the door.

I pushed the door open and found my wife standing before me. She bowed ceremoniously to me and, with downcast eyes, recited the formula intended for consent to consummate the marriage. Her voice barely above a whisper.

Blood rushed to my cheeks and my lap twitched.

"Blessed is the day, blessed is the hour when you crossed the threshold of my house." I replied solemnly and reached for her hand, "Come." I beckoned her to me, eager to be alone with her.

She accepted my invitation and stepped towards me with a smile. I clasped her palm in mine and led her behind me into the bedroom. I closed the door behind us and seized her in my arms.

"Forgive me. I can't hold myself. Tell me if I'm too unbearable." I said and pressed my lips to hers. She smelled intoxicating, her tongue coming out to meet mine. I eagerly undressed her and slipped my robe off my shoulders. I kissed and caressed her lips, neck and breasts. She did not object and held patiently.

I remembered how one morning she had spoken of the duties that go with the title of nobility and her position. But I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the present moment.

I pushed her back into the bed and pulled her knees apart, my heart racing. She sighed softly and blushed. I leaned over her body and ran my other hand down her stomach. With shaky fingers, I touched her hot lap and at least briefly caressed her with two fingers.

I tried not to be in such a hurry, but I felt like I'd lose my mind if I didn't stick it in her the next second.

She dug her nails into my back and sighed softly as I moved between her widely spread thighs. I kissed her before finally positioning my penis in front of her wet lap, thrusting desperately into her body.

My head was buzzing and a red mist was rolling in front of my eyes. I could finally feel her. After half a year of courtship...

I thrust hard against her a second time and groaned with pleasure. While gripping her tighter, I leaned down to her lips and kissed her hungrily.

Her teeth were clenched tightly and she breathed briefly through them.

"I'm sorry. Forgive me. Please bear it for a little longer." I whispered urgently, unable to slow down, let alone stop.

I could hear my blood gurgling in my ears. After a few moments, though, I could hear other sounds. Her low whimper.