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"Ben," I insisted. "My wife should call me Ben."
"Ben, you say you're not like Paul and I believe you, but my mind is telling me otherwise. I'm afraid I'll do something wrong to make you mad at me. I'm...skittish."
I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her to stand between my legs, wrapping my arms around her waist loosely. She could step away if she desired, but I wanted to feel her. I'd have to go slowly and I needed to ease her mind, but I could do that while touching her. She was skittish, like a mare being followed by an eager stallion.
"Nothing you can do in bed will be wrong. Trust me. What arouses you?" Her dark eyes widened and her tongue darted out to lick over her plump lower lip. "That arouses me," I told her.
"What does?"
I tilted my chin in her direction. "That, licking your lip. Your turn."
"To tell you something?" At my nod, she continued. "I like that you have whiskers and I wonder if they are scratchy or soft."
I took her hand and raised it to my cheek, then let go. She ran her palm over my jaw and the rasping sound filled the room.
"I'm aroused by the flare of your hips," I said, bringing my hands to rest on the curve of her waist, then slid them down so I cupped her soft flesh, my fingers cupping her ass. Even through her dress she felt lush.
"I like how your shoulders are so broad." This time, without assistance, she placed her palms on my shoulders and contoured my body.
The room was cool but I was overheated. Having Leah here with me, touching me, even in the most innocent of ways had me hard. I could smash rocks at the mine with my cock.
"I wonder if your breasts will be a handful."
"Do you have dark hair on your chest?"
"I dream about how you taste."
"Is your hair silky soft?"
The questions went back and forth, neither of us answering, but our hands wandered, our eyes searched. I cupped her breasts, felt her nipples tighten against my thumbs before I slid my hands down her belly and around to cup her ass once again. Leah undid one button of my shirt and peeked for chest hair. Our breaths were mingling, our hands becoming more bold.
"I need to see you, sweetheart. I'm going to undo the buttons on your bodice."
"Yes," she replied breathily and let her hands fall to her sides. Slowly the fabric parted, revealing swells of creamy skin above her white corset. Pushing the fabric from her shoulders, I worked it off one arm, then the other so she stood before me covered in her corset and the lower half of her dress.
I raised my hands to the buttons on my shirt. "My turn?" A small smile played at the corners of her mouth. My tactic for going slowly seemed to be successful. Her eyes followed my hands as I worked the shirt from my body. "We're quite different you and I."
I had a dusting of dark hair on my chest that tapered down to my navel, then into a thin line that ended up at the thatch of hair at the base of my cock. I was all hard angles and planes, coarse hair, even a scar or two while Leah was smooth, silky skin, so fair that I could see a soft blue river of veins on the upper curve of her breasts. She was so round, so dainty and perfect and I felt a brute.
I set her back from me a step, then another so I could lean forward and take off my boots. Standing, I pulled off my pants so I stood before her naked.
"Oh my," she whispered, her gaze raking over me from head to toe, then stopping to openly ogle my cock. It swelled and bobbed toward her as she looked her fill.
"I'm big, Leah. I have big hands. A big cock."
I wanted her naked, but I wanted her in my bed more. She'd have to take her clothes off sometime, so perhaps I should consider the first time we fuck a time for her to experiment. She was already mine in the eyes of God. And me.
I'd let her be in control, at least until she felt more comfortable, and then, then she'd submit. I'd show her everything a man and wife could do together.
I moved so I lay down in the middle of the bed, my head resting on my pillow. "You may have your way with me."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "You want me to...to...I don't know, I mean, I've never—"
"You've been fucked," I said matter-of-factly.
"Yes, but not like this." She waved her hand through the air.
"Do you want me to be on top, sweetheart?"
