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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.

"Mary..."

Jim slowed to a halt almost instantly, though not pulling his hand from between her legs. The arm propped on the bed next to her shifted so he could brush his fingers through her hair, leaning down to kiss her lips, then her cheek.

"Of course I don't. I love you, everything that you are. And I want you to be yourself with me. Completely. No hiding, no holding back."

Mary nodded and wiped at her eyes. She needed that kind of reassurance from him, that her desires weren't filthy or bad. There was probably still a ways to go, but it was a start.

She urged him to continue the movement of his hand, spreading her legs wider in order to take his fingers even deeper. "I did touch myself and think of you. There were nights when I wanted you so badly that I could hardly stand it. I... I had to relieve the tension."

Jim smiled reassuringly, waiting until she wiped her face clean, and when her legs shifted he moved his hand again, slowly pushing his finger into her at first, promptly picking up the same pace as before.

"Good," he answered warmly, leaning in to plant a trail of kisses down her throat, then back up to her lips. Pulling his finger nearly all the way out, he added a second digit, feeling the stretch of her muscles and testing the tension before pushing deep into her. "Now... you can have me. Whenever you want, in whatever way you like. You only have to say so."

Mary exhaled, so glad to have found a man like him, one who loved her for the difficult person she could be sometimes, and one who didn't judge her on whether she was being proper all the time or not.

She moaned loudly when he used the second finger. His hands felt fantastic on her, but she was ready for more. "I-I want all of you. Inside me." Mary wanted to officially consummate her marriage.

"Alright," Jim breathed, but still kept thrusting into her for a little longer, fingers moving apart so he was spreading her muscles wider, helping her loosen up. The tension from before was all but gone by now, though, and he was sure that so long she kept herself this relaxed, they'd manage just fine.

Pulling his fingers out, he shifted onto his knees and placed both hands on her hips, guiding her to lift them up and move closer to him. He tilted his cock so the head brushed slowly along her slit, stopping near her opening for a moment before he pushed just the head past the folds, moaning softly at how tight she felt around him. "Tell me— if it hurts."

She could feel him trying to open her up and she trembled with anticipation. Mary obviously wanted him, but she couldn't help but be a bit nervous.

When he hovered over her, she spread her legs as widely as she could, trying to give him as much room as possible. A soft cry fell from her lips when she felt the head of his cock against her opening. Mary reached down and grabbed his hand where it rested at her hip.

"Slowly!" She gasped. Mary could already tell that he was much bigger than her previous experience. There was a little bit of pain, but she knew it would be fine if he went slowly and allowed her to adjust to his size.

He let out a choked sound of his own, freezing still when she grabbed his hand. Eyes closing, he took a deep breath and nodded, taking hold of her hand and lifting it up so he could kiss her fingers, pressing her palm against his jaw briefly.

"Don't worry. I'll go slow."

Actually he didn't move much at first, feeling her muscles stretch around him, only pushing forward another inch when she didn't feel quite so tense anymore. Then he stopped again, waiting, giving her the time to adjust, only moving once she told him he could. Hurting Mary was anathema to him.

Mary gave him a briefly apologetic look that she could not take him so quickly. However, it was essentially her first time and Jim seemed larger than average. She needed some time to adjust.

With a nod of her head, he continued, filling her slowly. She gasped at the sensation of being stretched around him, still feeling incredibly tight. Her hands moved up around his shoulders to steady herself. Mary smiled at him to let him know that the pleasure she was feeling was outweighing any pain.

Little by little, she seemed to ease around him, although Jim never dared to move any faster, nor to move at all until he was sure she was alright. He didn't bury himself all the way in either, stopping once they were close enough for their bodies to be pressed flush, his lips landing on her face in a series of warm kisses.

He waited, then. Waited until she either told him to move or started to move herself, until he was sure that a roll of his hips wouldn't bring her more discomfort and pain than it would pleasure.

Mary ran her hands over his chest as he settled inside of her. "You feel wonderful," she whispered to him.

When he stopped, the two of them simply laid there for a moment. For Mary, it gave her time to just enjoy the feeling of having him deep within her. Then, she tentatively rocked her hips up against his, moaning lightly at the sensation it sent through her body.

"So do you, Mary," Jim sighed, resisting the urge to move, even if feeling her this tight around him nearly drove him crazy. He wouldn't move until he was sure he wouldn't hurt her, or at least that the pleasure would be enough to drown out whatever pain or discomfort she might feel.

When her hips shifted and rocked towards him, his whole body tensed and he let out a gasp, mouth hanging open and eyes screwed shut. Fingers curled into the sheets and immediately his hips moved to match hers, his cock sliding out of her just a couple of inches before he pushed back in, moaning again.

Mary gasped too at the feeling of pressure, but then she grinned up at him. She moved a leg up over his hip to help give him room to thrust into her. One hand moved to his hair, fingers brushing lovingly through him as she watched his face in pleasure.

"Go ahead," she said quietly. "You're not hurting me."

One of his hands eased from the sheets, fingers brushing through her hair, and he smiled down at her, leaning down to press his lips briefly to hers. His body moved again, hips rolling in a small tentative thrust, slowly followed by another as he started on a careful pace.

He was aching for more, honestly, aching to go faster, to push deeper, but she felt so tight, each thrust nearly driving him crazy. Until she eased around him a little more, he wouldn't risk hurting her more than she could bear.

She smiled against his mouth, which quickly turned into a moan as soon as he started moving again. He should be able to tell by the noises that she made that she was enjoying herself. There was still a bit of pain, but the pleasure of having him inside of her more than made up for it.

"Please," Mary whispered. "It feels so good, Jim." She felt ready for him to move a bit faster and thrust a bit more deeply.

One hand cupping her face, he kissed her, thumb sliding across her jaw and down her neck and throat. The next thrust was just a little quicker, less of a pause between one and the other, building up to a speed that was more satisfying than frustrating for him.

His hand slid farther down her torso, palm grazing her breast, lower across her waist and hip until he was curling his fingers around her thigh. He tugged it farther up to his waist, so she was spread just a little wider and he could push deeper into her with each thrust.

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