insurgents | OPEN POST.

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.

His lips trailed lower on her stomach, slowing down as his tongue darted out to dip into her bellybutton, flicking across the skin almost playfully. He nuzzled her stomach before moving lower again, planting slow, open-mouthed kisses along her navel, mouthing her hipbone.

"Mary," he hummed, eyes flickering up to look at her, and to see if she was watching him. "Spread your legs for me."

Her eyes were glued to him, mesmerized as he kissed down her body. It felt good, that slow worship of her. Mary did as he asked, her knees parting so that he could move between them. The idea of his head between her legs, his lips on her most intimate area, sent a spasm of pleasure and anticipation through her.

He smiled at knowing she was watching, eyelids lowering again as he resumed his trail down her body, teeth nipping lightly at her hipbone before his tongue darted out and licked along the line where leg met navel. Kissing along her inner thigh, he could feel her hairs tickling softly at his jaw, though he didn't move his mouth any closer just yet. "You smell good."

Mary felt a heaviness in her chest and realized that she had stopped breathing. She was so rapt with what he was doing to her and what he was about to do.

"Do you mean... down there?"

Her cheeks flushed red. She hadn't realized there was a scent, or that it was good.

"Yes," he murmured with a hint of amusement but for the most part warm affection. His lips curled into a smile against the skin of her inner thigh, sucking lightly at the flesh before letting go again. "I'm sure you'll taste wonderful too."

He tipped his head then, tongue darting out and licking along her slit just once, slow and thorough, humming softly against her.

She found herself trembling again under his mouth. "Oh!" His tongue barely teased her and it sent a small wave of pleasure through her. So that was what he was planning. It seemed a bit naughty to her, but also incredibly arousing. Mary squirmed, anticipating more of his tongue on her, especially on the little bundle of nerves that she knew gave her the most pleasure.

Pleased and encouraged by her reaction, he smiled softly, closing his eyes and lapping at the warm flesh, tongue pressed more fully to her. Though he knew just where to tease her to get the strongest reaction, he also knew she'd be sensitive just about anywhere, and he fully intended to taste her completely and make the most of this moment before bringing her to climax again.

She was sensitive. Her body trembled under his tongue, even with the gentlest of strokes. Mary bit her lip, watching what he was doing and being quite patient, even if she was squirming a bit. Jim would take his time, and she knew that he would make her feel incredible. She could feel her blood racing down between her legs, her private area pulsing with anticipation.

He wasn't really planning on making her wait for long. Tasting her in slow, thorough laps, his tongue finally drew up to the sensitive knot of nerves at the top of her slit, humming softly against her as the tip of his tongue flicked over the same spot, the touch gentle but insistent. One of his hands slipped between her legs in the meantime, a single finger brushing along her folds and prodding at her opening teasingly.

Mary couldn't help but cry out a little bit when his tongue flicked over her clit. It sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body. Somehow, she had never realized that sex could be this good. Perhaps her first experience had made her shy away, even though she had always desired Jim. She simply never realized that the pleasure would be this great. His mouth and fingers were exploring a place that no man ever had before, a place that she probably would have been mortified to have a man so close to. With Jim though, she felt so comfortable, so free to let him do whatever he wished with no fear that he would hurt her in any way.

She moaned softly and ran her fingers through his hair and then down his cheek. His eyes met hers and she actually blushed a bit. Something about staring into his eyes while he did that was incredibly erotic.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel immensely pleased with himself at how affected she was by his ministrations. Each of her reactions definitely encouraged him to keep going, and he flicked his tongue at her clit again, lips curling faintly, gaze locked onto hers and holding steady as his mouth worked against her.

Finger working around the rim of her opening, he finally pushed inside, fingering her with slow and shallow thrusts in tandem with his lips and tongue on her clit.

"Oh..."

He was so fearless when it came to sex. That made sense, since Jim was fearless about a lot of things. Jim had taken on her father and her entire family and managed to win them to his side, convince them that he was the best choice for Mary. His fearlessness stirred her and gave her strength.

She gave herself over to the sensations, her pleasure heightening as his tongue moved steadily over her and his finger slid into her. He made her feel so good in every way. "Jim..." she gasped, feeling her pleasure begin to crest.

His finger slid slowly into her, pushing all the way in, as his tongue slid down and lapped at her flesh, the tip briefly dipping into her along with his finger. He could feel her pleasure rising, and eager as he was to make her feel good, he pushed a second finger in along with the first, curling them slightly while buried inside of her, his mouth moving back up to her clit and sucking hard, letting out a low steady hum against the sensitive spot, pushing her faster towards her orgasm.

The orgasm almost took her by surprise. He was working her up, for sure, but when both of his fingers pressed against her wall in that manner it sent a surge of pleasure throughout her body. Her moans were louder and her body stiffened almost involuntarily. Her climax rushed over her and she cried out for him, fingers tangling in his hair as her hips bucked gently against his face. The pleasure here was even stronger than it had been when his cock was inside of her. Eventually she fell back against the bed, dazed and spent for the moment.

He moaned softly as her body tensed and arched, his fingers pushing in deeper and faster, working her through her orgasm. She tightened around the digits but that still didn't feel like a hindrance, if anything it was the opposite, and Jim enjoyed every single twitch of her muscles and sound out of her lips that he could get.

Fingers pulling out eventually, he lapped at her slit thoroughly, tasting her before starting to move up her body, planting soft kisses across her navel, stomach, chest. She was beautiful like this, and he wanted to commit it to memory, to let this image sear onto his mind so he couldn't forget it even in his dreams.

Her eyes were closed and her breath shallow as he lavished between her legs with his tongue and then began to kiss up her body.

"Jim..." she whispered, her fingers still in his hair as he made his way back up to her. Mary felt sated for the moment, her mind hazy after such pleasure. Was this what it would be like every night? The thought made her smile lazily. When his lips met hers, she kissed him for a long moment, tasting herself on his lips. There was something erotic about it and it did not make her pull away.

"Will you teach me how I can satisfy you with my mouth?" She asked, her cheeks flushed at such a blunt request.

He smiled down at her, warmed by the way she said his name, nose brushing against hers as he leaned down and kissed her. One of his hands moved from the mattress to run up and down her side, an idle touch with no purpose other than to feel her warm soft skin against his fingers.

"Yes... if that's you want, of course I will," he said, surprised but definitely not in a bad way. It made him happy beyond words to have her open up about this kind of thing, to talk about what she wanted, whether it involved taking pleasure or giving it.

"I do," she said, an earnest look on her face. "I want to please you, Jim."

He was her husband, and part of her duties as his wife was to make sure that he was satisfied. Mary knew that Jim would never hurt or humiliate her or make her do something that she did not want to do. He loved her. She wanted to show her love for him by making him feel good.

Mary put her fingers under his chin and pulled his lips back to hers for another soft kiss.

"You already do, Mary," he smiled down at her. "But I'll gladly teach you more."

It had nothing to do with duty, though. That wasn't what marriage or love was to him, just because they both signed some paper it didn't mean she was obligated to do anything she didn't want to for his sake. But he knew he took immense pleasure out of making her feel good like that, so he could only hope it would be the same for her when she was using her mouth on him.

Leaning down, he tipped his head and returned the kiss slowly, shifting around and lowering his body on top of hers, his hips framed by her parted legs.

She wouldn't know until she tried it, and of course he would guide her gently. Mary was anxious about some of their bedroom activities, but never scared. Jim would teach her what to do.

When he moved on top of her, Mary brushed her fingers through his hair and carefully slipped one of her legs up over his hip. "Is that what you want right now?" she asked against his mouth.

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