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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.

He let one finger slip farther down to find her wetter already, and he couldn't keep back a small smile at that, leaning down to kiss her cheek and jaw. That finger brushed across her opening, teasing the tight muscles there, tentatively pushing just the fingertip inside her before pulling back out.

She gasped at the feeling of his finger starting to penetrate her. Her eyes were fixed on his hand, as much as she could see. Mary bit her lip for a moment and then gave a short nod, indicating that he should continue his exploration. His fingers were soft and curious, not forcing anything. Her legs opened wide for him, allowing him to do whatever he wished.

Jim was torn between watching his own hand move between her legs or watching her reactions to the way he was touching her. In the end, his gaze focused on her face, eyes darkening at the way she seemed so focused on his hand, and as her legs spread wider, he pushed his finger into her again, sliding deeper this time, until it was buried all the way to the knuckle.

Barely giving her a moment to acclimate, he drew it back and pushed it back in, then again, feeling her muscles tight around him.

Her gasp was louder when he gave her more, a fascinated look on her face as she watched his finger disappear between her folds. The movement in and out felt good and she moaned softly, clutching at the sheet with one hand.

"Jim..."

Mary ached to feel his hand on her most sensitive part, the place that she touched when she thought of him. She felt too shy to ask him though, and presumed that he had some sort of plan anyway.

"Yes?"

He could feel her clench around his finger, which, along with the way she breathed his name, made his heart beat faster, his skin warming up. He picked up pace very slowly, his lips trailing down her neck and along her collarbone.

"Tell me... tell me what you want, Mary."

The heat in his tone should be enough to let her know that he very much meant that.There was no reason for her to be shy, especially not when Jim wanted to make her feel good more than anything.

Mary bit her lip, her cheeks flushed pink as she debated whether or not it was really okay to ask for what she wanted. She knew Jim, and how open he was about sexuality and her being a sexual person. He wouldn't find it vulgar.

"I... I want you to touch me..." Instead of saying anything else, she reached down and moved his thumb so that it brushed against her clit. Just that much contact was enough to make her let out a quiet moan.

He didn't find it vulgar, no; if anything he found it incredibly arousing when she reached down and guided his thumb to press against her clit, in part because there was only one way she knew about that particular spot and how to find it so quickly.

Gently, he pressed the pad of his thumb against her, rolling it in a slow but present circle, while at the same time his index finger pushed deep into her at a slow pace. "You like that," he spoke warmly, kissing across her cheek, letting his mouth hover near her ear as he asked in a low tone. "Did you touch yourself— thinking about me?"

Her eyes closed and she gave a deep sigh of satisfaction when he began to thumb her clit. Combined with the slow penetration of his finger it felt perfect and her hips rose slightly from the bed to meet his hand each time.

At his words though, her eyes flew open and her face turned a deep shade of scarlet. "Jim!... L-ladies do not do that..."

Though it should be obvious by her reaction that this lady did do exactly that. It was a deeply engrained fear that a lady's husband would find her to be a whore if she had any sexual experience before him, including taking her pleasure into her own hands. It might take Jim a while to break her of that.

Her reaction only fueled his arousal, and his hand picked up pace, fingering her faster and a little harder while his thumb flicked over her clit in quicker strokes. He let out a sound close to a deep quiet growl, lips twitching in a way that had his smile growing into a crooked grin.

"Then I guess you're not much of a lady."

It was obvious by his tone that he meant that as anything but an insult. The mere thought of Mary being so turned on by just thinking about him that she wanted to touch herself nearly set his insides on fire, only making him want and love her more.

"It's alright, Mary. It's... I like that. You thinking about me like that. I thought about you like that too, touched myself just thinking of you like this."

Him saying that she wasn't a lady almost made her start to cry. Indeed, the tears did well up in her eyes, even as his tone and further explanation made it clear what he meant. Being a lady, and a Lady, was incredibly important to her. Normally she might have argued with him, but in this position, with his hand touching her so intimately, her reaction was to cry.

"Y-You don't find it vulgar?"

Knowing that he didn't find her sex drive to be inappropriate, would go a long way to soothing her fears.

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