was no denying it was a woman"s
bedroom. Dresses hung in the wardrobe, the blanket she
laid out on the bed was embroidered with pink and white
carnations, and her comb, hairbrush, and two hats were
neatly set out on the dresser. I liked the smell of the room.
It reminded me of her.
To my surprise, she walked into the room in nothing
but her robe. Her hair was still wet from her bath, and for
some reason, this was even more arousing than I figured it
should have been. I shifted, hoping she wouldn"t notice my
erection.
She blinked, as if surprised. “Oh. I didn"t know you
were going to wait in here.”
“Should I leave?” Please say no.
She seemed to consider my question. “We are
married,” she softly replied. “I suppose sooner or later, this
was bound to happen.” Then her eyes fell on the gift. “Is
that for me?” In her excitement, she forgot the awkwardness
of the situation.
I was secretly relieved. I wanted to look at her. It
was as if I was a starving man and there was a banquet
right in front of me.
She smiled widely at me. “You got me a present?”
I could only nod.
“How thoughtful of you! What is it?”
I cleared my throat and willed my breathing to go
back to normal. “Open it and find out.” I sat on her bed, not
trusting myself to stand. I was ready to run over to her and
kiss her. I didn"t trust myself to get too close to her. As it
was, I almost felt guilty for staring at her, but I remembered
that we were married and looking at her was acceptable.
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She gently removed the ribbon. Why did women feel
the need to take their time opening gifts? I didn"t bother to
ask. In fact, she could take all day if she wanted. I
suddenly caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and saw
the skin below her collarbone. She wasn"t aware of my
response to her. It didn"t even occur to her that I was
thinking about sex.
She removed the cloth and squealed with delight.
“It"s gorgeous!” She picked up the dress and put it up to her
neck so she could inspect it in the mirror. “Oh, and there"s a
bonnet to match! This will be more comfortable than the
hats.”
I wanted to tell her to put the dress back down so I
could continue to look at her skin, but she was happy with
the dress so I didn"t. I was glad she liked my gift.
“How do you know my measurements?” she
wondered.
I blinked and looked at her eyes. They were such a
pretty brown color. I always liked her eyes.
Her eyebrows furrowed. “Are you feeling alright?
You look flushed.” She forgot to hold her dress up to her
neck and walked over to me. She leaned over and touched
my forehead.
I couldn"t move. Her sudden movement loosened
her robe enough for me to catch a glimpse of her breasts.
Perfectly formed white mounds with pink tips. They were
much better than I imagined.
“You feel warm. Maybe you should lie down,” she
said, concerned.
“No, I"m fine,” I quickly argued. The beating of my
heart sounded loud in my ears. She was, without a doubt,
the most exquisite woman in the world.
“I don"t know. You look like you"re going to faint.”
She stood back up and studied me, as if determining
whether I was sick or not.
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I shook my head to clear it. “I"m fine. It"s just a little
hot in here, that"s all.”
“I feel cold. Maybe that"s because I just got out of
the bath. Would you like to take a bath? Maybe it would
cool you off.”
“That"s a good idea.”
“I can boil some water for you.”
“No. I"l just take cold water.”
“Are you sure? That can"t be comfortable.”
“I"l survive it.” It was either that or throw her on the
bed and act on the thoughts that were racing wildly through
my mind.
She stood there and stared at me.
I looked back at her. “What is it?”
“Aren"t you going to take the bath?”
“I was hoping to see how you look in the dress
bedroom. Dresses hung in the wardrobe, the blanket she
laid out on the bed was embroidered with pink and white
carnations, and her comb, hairbrush, and two hats were
neatly set out on the dresser. I liked the smell of the room.
It reminded me of her.
To my surprise, she walked into the room in nothing
but her robe. Her hair was still wet from her bath, and for
some reason, this was even more arousing than I figured it
should have been. I shifted, hoping she wouldn"t notice my
erection.
She blinked, as if surprised. “Oh. I didn"t know you
were going to wait in here.”
“Should I leave?” Please say no.
She seemed to consider my question. “We are
married,” she softly replied. “I suppose sooner or later, this
was bound to happen.” Then her eyes fell on the gift. “Is
that for me?” In her excitement, she forgot the awkwardness
of the situation.
I was secretly relieved. I wanted to look at her. It
was as if I was a starving man and there was a banquet
right in front of me.
She smiled widely at me. “You got me a present?”
I could only nod.
“How thoughtful of you! What is it?”
I cleared my throat and willed my breathing to go
back to normal. “Open it and find out.” I sat on her bed, not
trusting myself to stand. I was ready to run over to her and
kiss her. I didn"t trust myself to get too close to her. As it
was, I almost felt guilty for staring at her, but I remembered
that we were married and looking at her was acceptable.
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She gently removed the ribbon. Why did women feel
the need to take their time opening gifts? I didn"t bother to
ask. In fact, she could take all day if she wanted. I
suddenly caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and saw
the skin below her collarbone. She wasn"t aware of my
response to her. It didn"t even occur to her that I was
thinking about sex.
She removed the cloth and squealed with delight.
“It"s gorgeous!” She picked up the dress and put it up to her
neck so she could inspect it in the mirror. “Oh, and there"s a
bonnet to match! This will be more comfortable than the
hats.”
I wanted to tell her to put the dress back down so I
could continue to look at her skin, but she was happy with
the dress so I didn"t. I was glad she liked my gift.
“How do you know my measurements?” she
wondered.
I blinked and looked at her eyes. They were such a
pretty brown color. I always liked her eyes.
Her eyebrows furrowed. “Are you feeling alright?
You look flushed.” She forgot to hold her dress up to her
neck and walked over to me. She leaned over and touched
my forehead.
I couldn"t move. Her sudden movement loosened
her robe enough for me to catch a glimpse of her breasts.
Perfectly formed white mounds with pink tips. They were
much better than I imagined.
“You feel warm. Maybe you should lie down,” she
said, concerned.
“No, I"m fine,” I quickly argued. The beating of my
heart sounded loud in my ears. She was, without a doubt,
the most exquisite woman in the world.
“I don"t know. You look like you"re going to faint.”
She stood back up and studied me, as if determining
whether I was sick or not.
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I shook my head to clear it. “I"m fine. It"s just a little
hot in here, that"s all.”
“I feel cold. Maybe that"s because I just got out of
the bath. Would you like to take a bath? Maybe it would
cool you off.”
“That"s a good idea.”
“I can boil some water for you.”
“No. I"l just take cold water.”
“Are you sure? That can"t be comfortable.”
“I"l survive it.” It was either that or throw her on the
bed and act on the thoughts that were racing wildly through
my mind.
She stood there and stared at me.
I looked back at her. “What is it?”
“Aren"t you going to take the bath?”
“I was hoping to see how you look in the dress
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