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When he stopped kissing her and pulled his head up to look deeply into her eyes, they were both out of breath. He stroked one finger along the side of her cheek and down to her lips, which were red and swollen from his kisses. “Touching you is better than I ever dreamed it could be.”
She couldn’t help but smile, wondering if it was all right to admit to him that she was enjoying his touch and his kisses. Afraid it would make him think she was ready, she only smiled at him, kissing the finger that touched her lips.
Leonard was sure this night would kill him, but he’d promised his brother and himself that things wouldn’t go quickly. Even if he needed them to.
He pushed the top of her dress from her shoulders, and then he removed his shirt. At least they could touch one another.
When his hand cupped her breast through only her petticoat, she gasped in surprise. She was certain it wasn’t Christian for a woman to enjoy what her husband did to her as much as she was.
“Is that okay?” he asked.
Constance nodded. “It feels good. I just worry…”
“It’s not wrong,” he told her.
She bit her lip, not sure whether to believe him.
“Read the Song of Solomon while I’m working tomorrow evening. It’s rarely taught in churches because it mentions enjoying one another’s bodies. If God didn’t want us to enjoy what we do together, why would he make it feel so good?”
Deciding to believe him until she knew otherwise, she nodded, and sank in for another quick kiss. Her fingertips danced over his body, not really trying to arouse him, but learning about his body.
Finally, after a long while of just letting her touch him, he got to his feet, and took her hand. “That’s enough parlor play. We’re going to the bedroom.”
Being pulled along behind Leonard should have frightened Constance, but instead it made her feel powerful. This man was in a hurry to make love with her, which meant she’d done something right. It had to be a good thing that he desired her that much, didn’t it?
When they reached the bedroom, he was all hands, getting her out of her dress. When it fell from her breasts, she put her hands up to shield them. She’d always felt that her breasts were too small, but she could see Leonard didn’t think so.
“Don’t cover yourself,” he said, his voice deeper and huskier than usual. “You’re perfect in every way.”
Constance blushed, but her hands dropped to her sides as Leonard stared at her bare body.
Then he made short work of undressing himself, standing before her with nothing on. She blushed at her first sight of a naked man. She’d had no idea a man’s…well his thing would be so large. She remembered her brother as a baby, and his was always small and soft. Leonard’s was anything but.
He scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing and dropped her on the bed, quickly following her down. His hands were everywhere, and she had no time to think anymore. It was all she could do to keep breathing.
Much later, they lay together on the bed, her head resting on his shoulder. “That was…odd,” she said.
He chuckled. “It felt very natural and perfect to me. I’m sorry you found it odd.”
She shrugged. “I’m not saying it was bad…just…strange. I didn’t expect to feel any pleasure from you touching me, and I did. But I didn’t expect it to hurt as much as it did either. I hope it doesn’t hurt every time.”
“My brother told me it’s better for the woman after the first few times. I have no experience with lovemaking myself.”
“You mean…that was your first time too?” For some reason, it made Constance feel better that she’d married a man who hadn’t been a philanderer.
He grinned. “Of course, it was.” Brushing his lips across hers, he sighed. “I could do that again every day of my life.”
She blushed. “You know there are times when we won’t be able to?”
“Of course. I’ll survive. I’ll just want to.” He reached over and turned down the lamp, and she realized she didn’t know when he had lit it. Before he got home, she knew it had been off, but when they’d gone in there after their time in the parlor, it was already lit. He must have sneaked in and done it while she washed the dishes.
She turned more toward him and felt closer to him than she ever had any human being in her life. Snuggling against him seemed the perfect way to sleep, and so she did.
*****
By Friday, Constance was ready to have her husband home for two whole days. Leonard had told her that he only worked five-day weeks, and she loved that idea. Her father had often worked seven days per week, breaking the Sabbath every single week. He’d had no choice if he’d wanted to support his family.
When Leonard arrived home from work on Friday, Constance felt there was a celebration in order. She’d baked bread and a cake, and cooked a thick, hearty stew for their supper.
