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excited her as he slid down her body and captured a nipple in his mouth. He gently nipped at the erect nub, rolling his tongue around and around its edges. She couldn’t believe that kisses in one place raised such wonderful feelings in others.
    His mouth trailed across to her other breast, and emitting a throaty moan, she entwined her fingers in his thick hair. Closing her eyes to relish the new sensations, she found herself pulled deeper and deeper into the drowning pool of ecstasy… until she wrenched back to reality the moment his hardened member probed against her most private part.
    Walt situated himself above her, paused for a moment, and then plunged into her. Encompassed in burning pain, Cecile whimpered.
    “Are you all right?  I’ll stop if you want.”  He ceased moving.
    The pain subsided.  “I’m fine now,” she whispered. “Teach me how to please you.”  Drawn by instincts she’d never experienced, she thrust her hips upward, urging him to continue.  She moved her body in rhythm with his until their growing passion turned into an indescribable feeling of pleasure.
    She arched to take in every bit of his pulsing organ, begging him to fill her completely, while her fingernails raked across his naked back. The way her inexperienced body reacted to his touch amazed her, and caused her every breath to come faster and faster until she found herself caught in a swift moving current of passion. With bodies interlocked, she rode with him to calm waters.
     
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    They woke almost simultaneously. The bright morning sun shining in their eyes made sleeping no longer possible. Cecile rolled in the opposite direction to escape the orb’s harsh glare, her movement causing burning and soreness between her legs. The discomfort verified that last night had not been a dream, but very real, and her painful reaction to merely shifting her weight worried her. Was it normal?
    She slowly rolled onto her back, but the blankets didn’t move with her. The cool morning air chilled her and made her nakedness apparent.  Her mind spun, trying to figure out how to get to her clothes without an uncomfortable display of nudity in broad daylight.
    Walt pulled her close in an embracing cuddle. “I never knew loving someone could be this exciting. Last night was wonderful.” He heaved a contented sigh.
    Recalling the events of the evening sent a warming flush up her neck and stirred a mix of emotions. Last night she'd let him command her body, touch every inch of her, and now she feared being seen unclothed. How prudish was that? And making love did hurt like she'd heard, but then, after the pain… how did one describe that wonderful feeling?  She smiled up at him, loving him even more now than yesterday.
    “I know last night wasn’t all pleasure for you,” he said, gazing into her eyes, reading her thoughts, “but from now on it won’t hurt as much. It’ll be better, just wait and see.”
    Words failed her. How could she explain these newfound feelings to him when she didn’t understand them herself? But, she'd figured out one thing. It was morning and already she looked forward to sunset. She raised a brow. Did that make her a wanton woman?
    Cecile closed her eyes and enjoyed the comfort of his embrace, but a full bladder nagged her for relief. Modestly, she pulled the blanket around her and stood, then glanced down. Her mouth gaped. By taking the cover, she bared Walt to the world. There he lay, naked as a jay bird, but it didn’t seem to faze him. His arm shielded his eyes from the sun and he had obviously fallen back to sleep.
    She averted her gaze. Why was nudity such a problem? He was her husband, after all. But until last night she'd never even seen anyone else naked, and the experience was quite incredible, she had to admit. She stole another peek, pondering the difference in his… in his... manhood. Despite seeing horses and cows mate, she never guessed that something on a man’s body could grow to such