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pale blue eyes wary, I asked, "You do know what's going to happen, don't you?"
    She licked her lips and my cock pressed against my pants, eager to feel that pink tongue of hers. "Mostly."
    "I'm going to take your maidenhead. Claim you. Fuck you. The first step is removing all our clothes." To put her at ease, I asked, "Would you like me to go first?"
    I hoped she'd say no because if I let my cock out of the confines of my pants, I couldn't be sure I could control myself. I felt like a randy youth again just knowing she was mine. And the way she looked, all mussed and delectable, made me inwardly groan.
    Watching her eyes lower to the front of my pants had me abandoning that thought. To hell with it. I worked the buttons loose, then pushed my pants off my hips and down my legs before kicking them off to the side. I stood before her, naked once again.
    "Are you...are you always like that?" She pointed to my cock, which stood at full attention.
    "Around you? Yes."
    "I...I don't think that's going to fit."
    I was big. I doubted her words were meant as a compliment, but I grinned just the same. "I'll fit. Your pussy will stretch to take me."
    "All right." She laid back and covered her eyes with her hands. "I'm ready."
    I stood there stunned, looking at my wife as if she were ready to sacrifice herself. If she weren’t so serious, I would have laughed. Her knowledge of what fucking entailed was clearly bleak. Not bleak that she didn't know much, but because she'd been told it must have been something terrible, something worth covering her eyes while she pretended it wasn't happening.
    I had planned to go slowly, tenderly even, since she was a virgin. Now, though, I had to be even more cautious. It was my job to show her what it could really be like, and that was more than enduring it. She would come, and more than once, before I was done.
    I put one knee on the bed beside her hip and lowered down onto my forearms on either side of her head. My other leg slowly worked between hers. She stiffened as I did so. She was so small, so tiny in comparison to me.
    "Shh," I crooned, brushing her hair back off her forehead. "There's more to fucking, Caroline, than just sticking my cock in you. Did you like it when I kissed you?"
    She nodded, but her eyes were still covered.
    "Look at me, Caro."
    She lowered her hands, looked up at me through her pale lashes.
    "I won't take you until you are ready. I'll even wait until you're begging."
    "What if I'm never ready?" she asked, her expression worried.
    "Then I'm doing it wrong."
    Enough talk. I had to taste her. Lowering my head, I kissed her. Unlike earlier where I didn't linger on her mouth, I did now. Running the tip of my tongue along her full lower lip, I felt her gasp and I took the advantage and slipped my tongue into her mouth. Holding the sides of her head, I angled her as I wanted to take the kiss deeper. She tasted sweet, like tart cherries. I didn't know how she could taste as such, but she did. Little sounds escaped her throat and I knew I wasn't too rough. I could kiss her all day and savor the sweet innocence of her mouth. She'd never been kissed before, that was a fact. Her tongue played tentatively with mine, her mouth fumbling, which made it even more carnal. But I wanted to taste more of her.
    Following the path I’d taken earlier, I nipped at her jaw, licked the swirl of her ear, sucked on the tender lobe. When she sighed in reaction, I moved to her nape, licking my way over her pulse that fluttered against my tongue. Her collarbones were pronounced and I kissed across one, then the other.
    "Did you like it when your nipple was in my mouth?"
    Caroline's hands were on my shoulders, her fingernails digging little half moons into my flesh. Her eyes were closed now, not to hide, but because she was lost in the sensations I was awakening in her body. She nodded her head, her blond locks shifting against the old quilt.
    "Don't be scared, Caro." I gave her a warning, but not time to