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Her eyes and fingers ran over the scar from his bullet wound, faded now, but still visible. It was what had ended up bringing them together. If Jim had never been shot, he never would have met her. Mary had never been so thankful for a gunshot wound.

Her lips moved across his collarbone to where he still had scar tissue, while he unbuttoned the back of her dress. Underneath, he would find a corset worn specially for her wedding day.

He couldn't help a faint smile, knowing all too well the thoughts going through her mind, as he too had thought them himself on multiple occasions. Catching her hand to kiss her fingers briefly, he then did as quick a work of taking her dress off as possible, until it was a pile of fabric pooling around her feet.

What she was wearing underneath nearly took his breath away. Not that he didn't expect her to wear something special for tonight, but it was still something else to finally get to see it. He sucked in a breath and leaned down to kiss her, fingers working deftly at the back of her corset, aiming to loosen the stays just enough to undo the hooks at the front.

Mary stepped out of her dress, leaving it on the floor as he began to loosen her corset. Meanwhile, her hands explored his chest, fingers tracing every curve and muscle. "You're so handsome", she whispered. She anticipated being bare before him, and when he was able to open the corset and toss it to the floor, Mary felt immediately shy. Her first instinct was to cross her arms and cover herself.

"So are you," he murmured back with a soft smile, letting her corset fall away and running his hands up the now bare skin of her back. He slowed to a halt just over her shoulder blades, tipping his head a little and shifting away just enough that he could look down at her. "You're beautiful, Mary. Let me look at you. Please."

There was no reason for embarrassment but he could understand where it came from. He just wanted her to feel more at ease around him about this. Because trust already was something that existed between them, he knew that was something only habit could fix.

His fingers on her bare skin sent a shiver through her entire body. Mary had never been this naked in front of a man before. She trusted Jim entirely though. She slowly moved her arms down and around his waist so that he could look at her. Mary held her breath as she watched his gaze rake over her chest.

His eyes trailed farther down her front, slowly moving across her skin, all the way down to where the fabric of her underclothes still covered the rest of her. Tipping his head down, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, kissing along the skin of her shoulder, while his hand slid around from her back and slowly brushed up to lightly cup her breasts.

Mary's skin was flushed and she trembled in his arms as he caressed her. One of her hands moved up his back, feeling the heat of his skin as he kissed her neck and shoulder. She was sure that her heart was pounding in her chest, both from excitement and nerves. Fortunately, Jim knew how to make her feel very warm and safe.

She reached down to slide her undergarments down her legs, which left her in a pair of stockings.

He wasn't sure if the pounding he could hear was her heart against his palm or his own hammering away in his ears. He kissed up her neck, across her cheek, pulling away when he felt and heard her tugging her undergarments down her legs, one hand dropping low and sliding across her stomach to curl around her hip, thumb brushing across the skin.

Reluctantly he pulled away, his hands moving to his own waist instead, and kicking his shoes off, he made quick work of the rest of his clothes too, nudging them aside on the floor with a foot until he was completely naked in front of her.

Her eyes scanned his body, appreciating how he looked naked. Mary couldn't help but give his penis an extended look. He was really the first man she had ever seen naked, as Pamuk had hardly undressed. Jim was beautiful though. He was already half hard for her and her core ached with want when she looked at him. Would it hurt a bit like it had the first time? Even if he was being gentle, he seemed quite big.

Mary touched his chest again and gave him a soft kiss before taking his hand. Would it be bad to lead him to the bed? Fortunately, Jim was very supportive of her and she didn't think he would find it to be too forward. Mary tugged on his hand as she started to move across the room.

He was fully expecting her gaze to focus on that particular aspect of his, so he gave her all the time she needed, not even smiling or making a teasing remark about it. Even if a small part of him kind of wanted to.

Instead he waited, smiling only when she parted from the kiss, and letting her lead the way to the bed all too happily. He couldn't possibly understand why anyone would consider it bad for a woman to do that, honestly, but Jim for one didn't so much as question it. Once they neared the bed, he stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, trying to tickle her sides playfully.

There were a lot of things that were considered inappropriate or taboo by her society that Jim had no problem with at all. He would have to teach her that such things were acceptable. For some reason she thought he would enjoy that greatly.

Mary squealed when he tickled her and she tried to squirm out of his arms. "Stop it!" She laughed, before sitting down on the bed in an attempt to escape from him.

Why yes, he would most definitely enjoy it. As he expected to enjoy most everything they did together from now on.

Even this, when he was doing nothing more than teasing her by doing something silly. He stopped at her words, though it was arguable he only did it so he could prop his hands by the edge of the bed, to each side of her, leaning in to kiss her as he moved closer to her.

Her lips pressed back against his as she wrapped her arms around him. Finally being able to be with him like this was all she had wanted for the past year. Now she was trying not to let her nerves get in the way.

Mary's hands moved down to his lower back and she pulled him closer to her. "Will you lie with me?" she asked softly when she released his lips.

It took very little to get Jim to move closer, and the way her hands slid down his back was especially inviting. Humming into the kiss, he smiled at her request, eyes opening slowly as he tipped his head to the ample space behind her.

"Get on the bed," he urged softly, shifting closer, evidently eager to follow right after her.

Mary did as he asked, sitting down carefully on the bed before swinging her legs up. She moved to roll down her stockings and take them off so that she could be completely naked for him. His gaze was warm on her body, but Mary was still a bit self-conscious about being so bare in front of anyone. She laid back against the pillows and looked up at him, her arms somewhat reluctantly up over her head so that he could see all of her.

He didn't tear his eyes away from her for a moment, watching intently as she took off the last items of clothing she was wearing. As soon as she shifted onto the mattress, he crawled after her, hands sinking into the bed to both her sides as he hovered above her. The way she settled her arms above her head had him smiling warmly, and it took a good deal of self-control to take things slow and not just ravish her right then and there.

Instead he leaned down, kissing her lips, then her neck, lips tracing her shoulder and moving lower to her breasts, while one of his hands brushed across her waist and slowly slid lower to her thigh.

Mary wrapped one arm around him to steady herself and closed her eyes as his lips moved across her body. Her heart felt like it was going a thousand beats per minute. Despite her nerves, Jim made her feel secure, like she was being taken care of. She didn't worry that he would hurt her or do anything to humiliate her, not like Pamuk had.

"You're so handsome," she whispered. "Your body is perfect."

He couldn't help smiling against her skin at her whispered words, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin on the side of her breast before he lifted his head up to look at her. "Guess that makes us the ideal couple, then."

Not one to shy away from compliments, in this particular case Jim felt very much the same about her. She was beautiful to him, somehow even more perfect than he'd imagined in his wildest dreams. His touch wandered across her skin, and he wanted to taste every nook and corner of her body. And he was apparently intent on starting right now.

Gaze still locked on her face, he parted his lips and licked one of her nipples slowly, repeating the motion before closing his lips around it in a lingering kiss.

"I suppose it does."

Jim could have all of her, every last bit. He could explore her body, kiss her anywhere. Mary opened her eyes when she felt his lips around her nipple. It was a strange sensation, something she had never experienced before. It felt good though on such sensitive skin.

Her fingers drifted across his chest, through the small amount of hair there and down to his abdomen.

He didn't move any farther down when he felt her fingers sliding down his front, lingering where he was instead and giving her all the time in the world to touch as much of him as she wanted to. His lips wrapped around her nipple and sucked lightly before letting go, kissing his way back up to her neck and jaw, his lips brushing over hers.

His hand slid farther down and rounded her knee in the meantime, slowly trailing up between her legs, warmly tracing along her inner thigh, a gentle touch that was by no means slow or tentative, just careful.

Mary whispered his name as she enjoyed his gentle caresses. He seemed so sure of himself, and in turn that helped her feel more comfortable. She gazed into his eyes.

"How will I know....? Will you tell me when you're ready?"

She wasn't really sure if she would know when she was ready. The first time she hadn't quite been and it had hurt a bit. Mary didn't want that with Jim, and she was sure he didn't want that either.

Jim shifted so his weight was solely balanced on his knees, and his other arm could move more freely, his hand reaching for hers and guiding it lower still, until her fingertips could trace along his already hard cock.

"I'm ready. I'm very ready."

But it was much easier for him, he knew that, and he wasn't particularly keen on rushing right now. His other hand trailed farther up her inner thigh instead, until he was cupping her between her legs, two of his fingers slipping past her folds and pressing lightly into the heat pooled there.

"You'll know when you are too."

Her hand moved curiously over him, feeling how soft his skin was, despite the fact that his cock was rock solid. She slid her fingers down over him, tracing along the shaft and then the head. Mary didn't really have anyone to compare him with, but he looked rather big all the same.

At the feeling of his hand between her legs, Mary immediately started to tremble. It wasn't fear so much as nerves. His hand felt good, his fingers pressing at her intimate center. She opened her legs for him so that he might continue to explore.

Her light and careful touches were almost torture to him, but he didn't urge her to do more, letting her take her time and explore as much as she needed to. He'd guide and coax her along eventually, but right now he was more than glad to let her have a moment to acclimate.

He was far too distracted touching her anyway, feeling that shiver travel across her body at such a simple touch. His hand stilled for a moment, only moving again when her legs spread a little wider for him, fingertips rubbing a light circle near her opening before they slid up her slit, exploring and touching every small nook and dip of her warm flesh, paying close attention to how she reacted.

Since he was the far more experienced one, Mary wanted him to teach her, both about what he liked and what she might also find pleasureable.

Her fingers stilled on his cock as his own hand continued its exploration of the most intimate part of her body. She glanced down, wanting to watch what he was doing to her. Each of his touches was so gentle and she could feel her body start to react to him, fluid coming out of her and coating his fingers. Mary moaned softly, trying not to shut her eyes.

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