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She wanted to know how Nick experienced pleasure.
She could feel his stiff length jutting against her thigh.
She rolled to her side, facing him, and slid her hand to his breeches flap.
He froze.
She took a deep breath. “Let me see your cock.”
“Alice,” he moaned against her neck.
“Or am I not allowed to say things like that?”
“You are most definitely encouraged to say things like that.”
He tugged his breeches and smalls over his hips, and his tool sprang free, looking very pleased to make her acquaintance.
A thick, long affair with a purplish cap, smooth and silky to the touch. Tentatively, she drew her finger along the length.
His breathing quickened.
“Did you know that there have been whole cultures formed around the worship of the phallus?” she asked. “Travelers to the jungles of Angkor have met hermits who describe whole riverbeds carved into hundreds of lingams as a tribute to the Hindu gods Shiva and Vishnu.”
“I did not know that, Dimples,” he said in a strained voice. “Are you making an anthropological study? Or do you mean to give this phallus his proper devotion?”
She curled her fingers around the base, watching for signs that he approved. She remembered Aunt Sarah’s last piece of advice. “It’s so large.”
“Are you... awed?” he gasped.
“Very.”
He closed his eyes and thrust into her hand, which she took as a positive sign. “How does one... er... What does one do with it?”
He wrapped her fingers around him, showing her how to stroke.
Up and down. Around the head, and back down. He was hot and stiff beneath her fingers.
“You can finish me like this, if you want,” he said, with his eyes closed and his stomach muscles straining. “We have weeks. This is enough of a lesson for one night.”
“But we are newlyweds and must consummate the marriage. Though I’ve no idea how such a thing will be accomplished given your girth and my lack thereof.”
He rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his body.
She felt him nudging there, between her legs, hard and insistent.
She tensed her muscles, waiting for the pain to arrive.
He smoothed his large palm over her belly and dipped lower, his finger connecting with her still swollen flesh.
“Oh.” She jumped under his hand.
He stroked her and it began to feel nice again.
“That’s the way of it. Breathe and relax.” The blunt, hard tip of him pressed deeper, and she couldn’t help contracting her muscles.
He was so large and she was so small.
But she could feel and see, when she lifted her head and glanced between them, that he was gently and slowly burying more of himself inside her.
