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We focused on the kiss, something both of us at least knew how to do. I nibbled on her lower lip, savoring its softness. She sighed into my mouth, little sounds coming from her throat that continued to undo me and my usual self-control.
“Touch me,” she pleaded.
I hesitated. How? Then, I looked at her body and knew what hands had been itching to do all along. They fell on her back, down her hips, and her buttocks. My lips started nibbling on her neck, darting my tongue on her soft skin and making a trail down to her collarbone. Holding her firm, round buttocks, I pressed her towards me to make her feel what she had done to me. When she felt my hard length, she gasped.
“Are you afraid?” I asked, my mouth on her chest.
“Why should I be? I have been waiting for you to touch me for several nights now, Metheus. It felt like forever.”
“We will resolve this.”
“But I thought you do not know what to do,” she teased.
“I’ve read books, Luella. Perused pictures. I have seen the insides of brothels even as a grown man. They have not tempted me, but you have. That is saying much,” I said.
Then, without warning, I lifted her body and carried her to our bed. She did not even squeal, but I could feel her ragged breath. Her glazed eyes met mine, and I could only guess that my own eyes mirrored hers.
The little minx had parted her legs, making room for me between them.
“Is that what you think, wife? That I would not know where to go?”
“Yes,” she grinned.
I then kissed her lips. Gently at first. Then, the kiss became more urgent, her fingers tangled in my braids. My right hand found itself lifting her chemise slowly, torturing both of us, but it was a pleasurable kind of torture. I touched her bare hip as I slowly peeled her clothes up.
“Wife, you never fail to shock me,” I chuckled as I saw that she was utterly bare underneath the chemise. She eagerly took the whole thing off, throwing it on the floor. I had to jest to cover up the flare of desire that came over me, stronger this time.
She was perfect. I had no words. All I could do was continue my assault on both our senses as I nibbled at her neck and down. My hands touched her breasts, high and firm. I tasted her nipples, lathered one with my tongue, and sucked. She moaned appreciatively as she squirmed under my body, her hands holding on tightly to my shoulders.
I might be inexperienced, but I knew that we both needed to take time. I had to focus on her pleasure even as I felt myself near bursting. She was an impatient one, though, my wife. As I suckled her other breast, she took my hand and brought it between her thighs. A hot and wet, secretive place that I had never ventured to. I rubbed her slit, testing her with one finger.
“Oh, Metheus,” she moaned my name.
I slipped in another finger to hear more of those sweet moans, and she was more than happy to oblige. My fingers went in and out of her as she continued to writhe. I was not going to steal this heat because we had enough to go around. Moisture had already built within her, eager and ready.
“What do you want me to do for you?” she panted out.
“I – I am not sure,” I admitted. Just watching and listening to Luella had been enough. Then, I latched on to her breast again, eager to please. She bent her body, shoving her breast deeper into my mouth, as she reached for my length and fisted her hand around it. I groaned, giving her nipple one last lick as I focused on the pleasure she was giving me.
“Luella,” I said, voice hoarse and pleading. “Stop for now.”
It was too late. My wife had gotten herself into a frenzy and continued to make the pumping motion that undid me. And oh yes, it did. I spurted right into her hand.
“Oh,” she said, her eyes innocently wide, as I fumbled to get us cleaned.
It helped that our room always had a cloth and a basin. I then fully appreciated their presence. What I did not appreciate was that my experience had given way to a humiliating experience with the woman who had somehow woke up desire from deep within me.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my back to her. I still could not face her after that – that failure.
She went to me and hugged me, her bare breasts pressed on my back.
“Metheus, come back to bed,” she whispered.
“I do not think I can do it, Luella,” I despaired.
“We are both new to this, Metheus. We have just begun,” she said. I was grateful for her understanding. So, we both rolled back to bed.
“I will be fair to you, Luella,” I whispered in her ear. “I promise to always will.”
I noticed that she was still naked, and her thighs were squeezed together. She was still on fire. That kind of fire. Desire. I was amazed that I could arouse it from this beautiful, proud woman. Grateful, I turned her to her side with my chest pressed on her back. Then, I fondled her breast until she sighed. The same hand traveled slowly down her belly and then between her thighs. Then, with two of my fingers, I fucked her until she cried out. Her orgasm came in powerful waves, her back bowed as her whole body trembled. Then, she rested herself back on my chest.
We might not have made a child that night – we might not have made love in its real sense - but something lit up within me. I was always used to fire, the heat of it. Now, I saw its light as Luella had brightened my life a little bit more.
