“Ben, aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?”
“Sure.”
She bent her neck so that she looked at him and he brought his face down to hers.Then he took her lips with his.He didn’t take her tongue but kept the kiss chaste.”
“Why don’t you kiss me like you have been?”
“Because I don’t want to get worked up.I’ll want to make love to you then and I promised we would only hold each other tonight.”
Blood racing and pulse pounding, she wanted more, wanted to take these feelings to the end.
“What if I want more?”
“Do you?”
She waited a moment and then answered.
“Yes, I do.I want you to make love to me.I want to feel like your wife in all ways.”
He kissed her as she wanted him to.His tongue tangled with hers, tasting, testing, dueling.
“Yes, Ben, yes.”
He had her sit up and then pulled her nightgown over her head, tossing it to the floor, then he pushed her gently to her back and kissed her again, breaking off and trailing kisses down her neck.Then he was at her breast, suckling, teasing.
“I’m ready, Ben.”
“I’ll let you know when you’re ready and it’s not yet.”
He continued his ministrations and brought her to a precipice then pushed her over and to the stars.
When she felt in her body again, she sighed.
“That was amazing.”
“I’m glad you liked it.Now is my turn.You’ll feel pain this first time but I promise never again.Do you trust me?”
“Yes.I’d better trust you or we have nothing to build on.”
He kissed her.
“You’re right.”
Then he covered her and was in her, there was pain and she took a while to find the rhythm but soon the pain was gone and he made love to her and she had no regrets.