Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

A few hours later, I awoke to the strange feeling of sharing a bed. It was nearly as intimate as the acts I had shared with Jeffrey. While my eyes adapted to the darkness of the room, I relived the sensations and emotions of making love with my husband. Although I came to my marriage bed inexperienced in such matters, it had been undeniably pleasurable. For the first time in many months, I looked to the future with optimism.

Turning carefully in the large bed, I studied my groom as he slept. Who was this man to whom I had pledged myself? We had been intimate without really knowing one another.

I admired his handsome face with its strong jaw, aquiline nose, and broad brow—though it seemed to be in a constant furrow. But now, in sleep, his brow smoothed, he appeared content. That I may have played a small role in helping him to find peace, and maybe even some pleasure, heartened me.

Despite my rough and tumble ways, I wanted Jeffrey to be happy he chose me.

Curious, I took the opportunity to examine his body, which was naked, though a sheet draped his lower half. He breathed deeply, and it occurred to me the last several days had probably been as stressful for him as they had been for me. I had never considered the situation from his perspective. Perhaps I am a selfish child.

Mesmerized by his chest with its smattering of dark hair, I reached out and touched the stiff curls. The same exhilarating sensations I had experienced during my deflowering flooded back. His sleep remained unaffected by my movements, so I continued my exploration, tracing the trail of hair down the angled planes of his stomach toward the sheet where it continued.

Just as I reached the edge of his covering, my husband's hand enveloped mine. I jerked my head up to look at him.

He smiled at me and his eyes darkened with passion. "Feeling bold, my little wife?"

"Um, uh…." Embarrassment scorched across my face. I tugged in an effort to free myself from his grip, but he would not allow it.

"I am going to take that as a yes." He held my wandering fingers in his then laid them flat against his navel. With my hand sandwiched between the muscled flesh of my husband's stomach and the warmth of his palm, Jeffrey steered it beneath the sheet into the thatch of thick hair surrounding his manhood.

Perhaps the linens over his lower regions emboldened me, perhaps my newfound confidence as a wife and lover spurred me onward. Regardless of the reason, I moved away from his control to tentatively clasp the base of his shaft.

Warm and firm in my grasp, I recalled the sensation of it within my passage and gently squeezed the appendage, which now fascinated me. When it pulsed against my palm, I withdrew in surprise.

He chuckled, removed the sheet, clasped my hand with his and returned it to his groin, then piloted it up the length of his member. "There is nothing to fear, Sarah, dear. Did this part of my body not give you pleasure?"

I blushed. Despite the intimacies we had shared, I remained a novice in all things erotic so the notion of discussing such topics mortified me.

He used me to stroke himself. "Please do not be embarrassed. I know you are unaccustomed to such familiarity, my wife. We shall learn together."

His praise gave me courage. My ministrations grew more enthusiastic. Jeffrey no longer guided my actions. I watched myself gratify my husband. I touched the head of his penis, and he writhed with pleasure.

I moved back to the base then up again. With each caress the warm coiling sensation built once again low in my belly.

He reciprocated by working his strong fingers between the folds of my sex.

I whimpered and rolled my hips to meet his touch, still holding his manhood. A small amount of fluid covered the tip of his member. I brushed my thumb across it, and he cried out my name.

"I cannot wait much longer, little vixen." He halted his exploration of my passage to shift me to straddle his hips.

Although I had been nude for several hours, this position displayed me directly before my lover's view. Instinctively, I covered my chest.

Jeffrey moved my hands to my sides and fondled the hard peaks of both my breasts. I closed my eyes, wishing he would touch me in this manner for all eternity. He massaged my flesh then toyed with my nipples until I cried out.

The spring of desire within me wound tighter and tighter. Jeffrey cupped my hips and lifted me so my sex hovered over the tip of his penis. "Are you ready, Sarah girl?"

I nodded, and he lowered my body to encase his large shaft. I held my breath while he shifted his hips. I had thought he filled me entirely the first time we made love, but this time he moved even deeper into my womanhood.

"Relax, Sarah." His voice was soft. "You feel so good."

"You feel good, too."

My admission was rewarded with a blazing smile from my spouse who then reached up and pulled my face down to his for a languid kiss. His tongue tugged my own while his manhood stretched the opening of my femininity. I was cocooned in pleasure and my heart swelled with joy.

When the kiss ended, I sat up straight, no longer shy about my husband's observation of my naked body. I tipped my shoulders back to enhance his view then rocked to and fro to tease him.

"My God, Sarah. What are you doing to me?" Jeffrey gripped my hips, pumped my body up and down, all the while maintaining the snug connection of his penis inside of me.

I braced my hands against his hard chest, closed my eyes, and groaned in a most improper manner as I reached the heights of ecstasy.