and Irene blushed.
His weight shifted on top of her and a little shiver of
pleasure slid through her, causing her eyes to blink rapidly.
When she looked up at Hugh again he was smiling rather
smugly.
"What did you think it was going
to be?"
"Awful."
She said the first thing that came
to her mind. Somehow this intimacy, being in his arms, made
it easier for her to be herself. Especially now that she
wasn't becoming dizzy or breathless or anxious just because of his
presence. Plus, she wanted to make him laugh again, and he seemed
to enjoy her honesty.
The shaking laugh that he gave this time
vibrated through her and she smiled up at him. He was so
handsome when he laughed, not quite so angelic or predatory
looking, instead he looked carefree and rather boyish. Not
nearly as intimidating.
"Then I am glad to defy your expectations," he
said teasingly, landing another kiss on her mouth. Irene
opened her lips for him, kissing him back as she was learning to
do, and she felt Hugh's body rock against hers and she
moaned.
He pulled away reluctantly,
shaking his head. "You're going to be too sore to do that all
over again, sweetheart."
"We can perform the marital act more than
once?" she asked, rather shocked.
Hugh laughed again. He was
not at all used to virginal pillow talk, certainly not the way
Irene did it. Although her questions were quite a bit more
brazen than he was accustomed to hearing from her, he rather
enjoyed that she obviously felt comfortable enough with him to ask
them. He was going to thoroughly enjoy educating her on the
pleasures of engaging in said act.
"We can make love as many times as we wish,"
he informed her. "But you will be sore tonight and I want you
to enjoy our couplings."
"I did enjoy it..." Irene
hesitated for a moment but her natural curiosity overcame her
reticence. "Is that what it's called? Making love or
coupling?"
"It's called many things," Hugh said, pulling
his lower body away from hers and sliding off to his side.
The look of disappointment on her face had him pulling her
body into his - although he would have done so anyway. To his
delight she snuggled into him, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Making love, coupling, bedding, fucking, sex... but we make
love."
"Oh." Irene thought about it
and she decided that she liked that term. Making love. The
other terms didn't seem nearly as intimate or as important, and
'marital act' felt rather clinical and removed, compared to what
she had just experienced.
Kissing her on her forehead, Hugh
decided to let her think that over for a moment. "Stay right here
sweetheart, I'm going to get a cloth to clean you up."
It was only as he pulled away and went to the
washstand then that Irene realized there was a damp stickiness
between her legs and that her nightrail was still hiked up around
her waist. Blushing furiously she pulled the flimsy material
down, although Hugh just pushed it back up again to gently wash off
the fluids from her most intimate areas. Closing her eyes,
Irene was too embarrassed to look at him as he did so, especially
after the brief glimpse she caught of his enthralled expression.
It made her feel all quivery inside all over
again.
When he went back to the washstand she took
the opportunity to peek at his backside. She didn't know what
constituted a nice backside, but she rather thought that Hugh's
must be one. It certainly looked nice to her, although she
looked away quickly enough when he turned back around again.
The appendage between his legs - his cock - had shrunk to a
much smaller size. It hung in front of him, swaying gently as
he walked.
Crawling back into bed beside her, Hugh
gathered her into his arms and Irene found herself curling back
against him. It felt nice to be held, to be wanted.
Something about the way Hugh handled her made her feel rather
cherished and she soaked up the affection the way a sponge soaked
up water.
Considering
His weight shifted on top of her and a little shiver of
pleasure slid through her, causing her eyes to blink rapidly.
When she looked up at Hugh again he was smiling rather
smugly.
"What did you think it was going
to be?"
"Awful."
She said the first thing that came
to her mind. Somehow this intimacy, being in his arms, made
it easier for her to be herself. Especially now that she
wasn't becoming dizzy or breathless or anxious just because of his
presence. Plus, she wanted to make him laugh again, and he seemed
to enjoy her honesty.
The shaking laugh that he gave this time
vibrated through her and she smiled up at him. He was so
handsome when he laughed, not quite so angelic or predatory
looking, instead he looked carefree and rather boyish. Not
nearly as intimidating.
"Then I am glad to defy your expectations," he
said teasingly, landing another kiss on her mouth. Irene
opened her lips for him, kissing him back as she was learning to
do, and she felt Hugh's body rock against hers and she
moaned.
He pulled away reluctantly,
shaking his head. "You're going to be too sore to do that all
over again, sweetheart."
"We can perform the marital act more than
once?" she asked, rather shocked.
Hugh laughed again. He was
not at all used to virginal pillow talk, certainly not the way
Irene did it. Although her questions were quite a bit more
brazen than he was accustomed to hearing from her, he rather
enjoyed that she obviously felt comfortable enough with him to ask
them. He was going to thoroughly enjoy educating her on the
pleasures of engaging in said act.
"We can make love as many times as we wish,"
he informed her. "But you will be sore tonight and I want you
to enjoy our couplings."
"I did enjoy it..." Irene
hesitated for a moment but her natural curiosity overcame her
reticence. "Is that what it's called? Making love or
coupling?"
"It's called many things," Hugh said, pulling
his lower body away from hers and sliding off to his side.
The look of disappointment on her face had him pulling her
body into his - although he would have done so anyway. To his
delight she snuggled into him, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Making love, coupling, bedding, fucking, sex... but we make
love."
"Oh." Irene thought about it
and she decided that she liked that term. Making love. The
other terms didn't seem nearly as intimate or as important, and
'marital act' felt rather clinical and removed, compared to what
she had just experienced.
Kissing her on her forehead, Hugh
decided to let her think that over for a moment. "Stay right here
sweetheart, I'm going to get a cloth to clean you up."
It was only as he pulled away and went to the
washstand then that Irene realized there was a damp stickiness
between her legs and that her nightrail was still hiked up around
her waist. Blushing furiously she pulled the flimsy material
down, although Hugh just pushed it back up again to gently wash off
the fluids from her most intimate areas. Closing her eyes,
Irene was too embarrassed to look at him as he did so, especially
after the brief glimpse she caught of his enthralled expression.
It made her feel all quivery inside all over
again.
When he went back to the washstand she took
the opportunity to peek at his backside. She didn't know what
constituted a nice backside, but she rather thought that Hugh's
must be one. It certainly looked nice to her, although she
looked away quickly enough when he turned back around again.
The appendage between his legs - his cock - had shrunk to a
much smaller size. It hung in front of him, swaying gently as
he walked.
Crawling back into bed beside her, Hugh
gathered her into his arms and Irene found herself curling back
against him. It felt nice to be held, to be wanted.
Something about the way Hugh handled her made her feel rather
cherished and she soaked up the affection the way a sponge soaked
up water.
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