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She opened herself to him and let him touch her, a shiver of pleasure going down her spine.

"You know where I want your hand," she murmured with a smile. If he wanted her to own her sexuality then she would try to. Feeling his fingers along her folds was pleasurable, but she knew where her real pleasure lay.

His lips stretched slowly into a smile at those words, and he kept planting soft kisses against her mouth, not lingering for long enough that he couldn't hear every sound she'd let out. Fingertips brushed along her slit in teasing touches, soon traveling up to the sensitive spot she'd guided him to before, pads of his index and middle finger moving in a few testing circles around the swollen knot of nerves.

Mary moaned a bit more loudly when he touched her most sensitive place, her toes curling in delight and her legs opening further for him. "Mmm, there..." she whispered against his lips. One of her hands clasped his free one, lacing their fingers together. Each stroke of his fingers sent a bolt of lightning through her body as he quickly built her up towards orgasm.

He breathed warmly against her lips, kissing them distractedly as his fingers gradually picked up pace. He held her hand tightly as he moved his fingertips against her in more present touches, rubbing in light circles and quick flicks until he found the motions that made her react more intensely, only to repeat them over and over again, wanting to make her feel as great as he had felt just moments ago.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the feeling of his fingers flicking over her clit. Mary whispered his name again and again until finally the pleasure was too great. Her body stiffened and she fell over the edge.

Her hips continued to buck against his hand as she trembled in ecstasy, gasping for air. It was the first orgasm given to her by someone other than herself and it felt absolutely incredible. Her lips curled up in a grin as she laid her head back down on the pillow, her body finally spent.

His fingers moved faster as she started unraveling, breathing deeply as he watched her tense and coil, working her fast towards her orgasm. He didn't slow down even as she tipped over the edge, fingering her fast until the waves of pleasure had washed completely over her, finally slowing down to a halt and sliding his hand down until he was cupping her completely between her legs.

Leaning down to kiss her lips softly, he dipped two fingers past her folds to gather some of the wetness there, then he lifted his hand up and licked the taste of her off of his fingertips.

Mary watched him lick his fingers, her eyes bright with desire for him, then immediately wrapped her leg around him and pulled him in for a kiss. She tasted what she presumed was herself on his lips, not finding it to be terrible. Mary sucked for a long moment on his lower lip and then laid back, her fingers idly stroking his chest.

"I love you. That was perfect."

He hummed against her lips, closing his eyes and tipping his head to fit their mouths together. His hand slid up and down her back, settling on her side as she pulled from the kiss, fingertips ghosting up the skin of her arm.

"I love you too, Mary," he smiled, leaning down to plant a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, then her cheek. "You make me a very happy man."

She grinned. "I'm so glad. That was so much better than my first experience."

Even beyond the fact that Pamuk had died, he was a terrible lover. She hadn't come, hadn't felt hardly any pleasure at all. With Jim, every second was wonderful and her body was still tingling from the orgasm he had given her.

"I'm glad, Mary." He took her hand, lifting it up to kiss her palm and the inside of her fingers. "It was wonderful for me too."

A little tame, but they had plenty of time, and Jim had no doubt Mary would like trying new and exciting things just as much as Jim would. Complaining was the farthest thing from his mind, too. He'd wanted her for so long, his skin was still itching and his insides fluttering from the pleasure he got from her, and the pleasure he gave her too.

"But I'm not quite done with you, yet."

"You're not?" She cocked an eyebrow at him. "What else did you have in mind, husband?"

Mary was certainly game for another round. Wasn't that what their wedding night was for? Exploring each other and seeing how many different ways that they could bring each other pleasure?

"Hmm, I've got some thoughts..." he leaned in with a lazy smile, planting a few soft kisses down her neck. "Just give me a little while."

Not that he couldn't get started right away, but for a short moment, he wanted to enjoy just being close to her. They had all night, after all, and the next morning too. Jim fully intended to make the best of it, and he was in absolutely no rush to share her with anyone else the following day, so.

"Care to share them?" She grinned at him and then hesitated for a moment. "Jim... I know that I can be very flirtatious, but I warn you that I am not as experienced as you. It may be that you will need to be gentle with me and teach me how to do the things that please you."

Above all, Mary wanted to make him happy. She wanted to be able to enjoy sex with her husband and she wanted to learn how to make both of them feel good.

He mirrored her grin with one of his own, then settled into a soft smile at her words. Reaching out, he took both of her hands, cupping them as he drew them close to his chest.

"I know, Mary. But I'm not expecting anything from you, not this time around. I'm... more interested in what I can do to make you feel good, instead." Everything else could wait; he could wait. He knew he could easily find his own pleasure even if she took a while to be at ease or learn what things she could do to make him feel good. But they'd work on those together, with time.

She nodded and laid against his chest, her fingers moving absently through his hair. "You may have to teach me that as well," she admitted. Mary was partially ahead of the game already because she knew the spot to touch where women got their pleasure. She imagined that many women, and probably most men, did not know about it. "But I want to learn."

"Luckily I'm a very good teacher," he teased lightly, kissing along her jaw, then down her neck. "And all it takes to excel is eagerness and motivation. Things I'm sure you've got in spades." Jim would make sure she was at ease, too. Though he expected some nervousness on her end at first, he didn't think it'd last for long, not once they got more used to each other on a more intimate level too.

She did have those things, especially when it came to him. Mary wanted them to have a fulfilling love life. Her husband seemed like a passionate man, something she had been able to tell just by kissing him.

"How did you...?" Mary bit her lip. "How did you know... the place on me to touch? From... your other experiences?"

Not that she wanted to talk about him being with other women, but it made her curious about how he knew so much.

He stared at her for a quiet moment, finally answering the question with a nod. He'd never kept from her that he'd had previous experiences, though he'd never talked about them in any manner of detail. But he wouldn't lie to her if she was asking him about that. "When you pay attention, when you really want your partner to feel good... you pick up on those things. You learn what makes the other person feel good."

Besides, some people did call him a genius. Guess he was a genius in a myriad of different ways, which suited him just fine.

Mary nodded. It made sense, of course.

"It did feel good. It felt..." She grinned. "It is hard to put it into words. I think part of it had to do with the fact that it was you. Another man would not have made me feel as good." Mary kissed his neck. "I hope you were not planning on getting any sleep tonight, husband."

"Good. No other man will get to now, either." He shifted around on the bed so he could wrap his arms around her, pulling her close and pressing her body flush to his. "The whole night? That's quite the goal you've got there. I know I can keep up, but can you?"

She was his, and Mary liked that. He never acted possessive of her, which she appreciated, because she knew such a thing could be taken too far. Still, it was nice when he made it clear that she was his. It made her feel special.

Mary raised an eyebrow at his question. "Is that a challenge?"

"Mm, maybe it is," he purred, nipping lightly at her jaw, kissing and nibbling his way down her neck. One of his hands slid up and down her back, playfully groping her ass.

"I know how you always enjoy a good challenge."

"I do," she agreed. "And I'm sure I could keep up."

Mary squealed softly when he grabbed her rear. How wonderful it was that they could finally touch each other intimately. She had waited so long for this that sleep didn't even enter into the equation. She just wanted to be with him.

Her fingers moved through his hair as she waited to see what he did next. Jim did make her feel comfortable, but she was still reluctant to make a first move.

Her squeal got a laugh out of him, and he grinned as he nipped his way down her neck, lips latching onto her clavicle, though not quite hard enough to leave a mark. He could leave plenty of marks where no one could see, though, just not there.

Eventually he rolled her onto her back again, hands sinking to the mattress as he propped his weight up, hovering above her. He watched her quietly for a moment, his gaze intent, then he started planting a path of kisses down her front, pampering her breasts and stomach, tracing along the edge of her ribs.

His nibbling produced a gasp from her and she immediately ran her fingers through his hair and down his back. Her eyes met his as he gazed down at her. She blushed slightly, not used to such an intense gaze, even though she enjoyed it coming from her husband.

Mary's pulse quickened as Jim moved down her body. She loved how he worshipped her breasts, every kiss reverent and loving.

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