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moving within her, but he just couldn't hurt her that way.  No, she needed him to be gentle.
    Cissie sighed, wiggling her hips a little, enjoying the feel now.  "Okay, I'm ready."  She pushed herself up to a sitting position facing him, feeling him deeper inside her than before.  "Let's do this thing!"
    He chuckled, shaking under her.
    Cissie let out a small moan.  "That felt good.  Laugh some more!"
    Bob just shook his head, knowing she could figure it out herself.  Cissie began to slowly rock over him, feeling him pulse inside her.  It was such a strange sensation, but she liked it. 
    It only took her a moment to get the hang of what she was supposed to do, and she was soon moving them toward their pleasure.  He played with her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples.  Watching her face as she moved, and grew used to him, was almost as pleasurable as the act itself.  She hid nothing, everything she was feeling out in the open. 
    When she climaxed, he pulled her head down for his kiss, before rolling them over so he could finish quickly. 
    A few minutes later, they were laying on their sides facing one another, and he was stroking her hair out of her face as his breathing slowly returned to normal.  "I thought you'd make me wait for a wedding night," he said softly.
    Cissie laughed.  "I've waited my whole life to make love.  I'm married, and it's going to happen.  Often!"  She kissed him quickly.  "But now I'm hungry, and someone is supposed to be cooking for me."  She should be less forceful in her words, but really, she wanted to start their marriage the way she meant to go forward.
    He groaned.  "Are you always going to be this demanding?"
    She shook her head.  "No, but I think I need to keep my energy up if we're going to do this more tonight."  And they were going to do it a lot more that night.  She was determined.
    He laughed.  "We'll see how you feel after we eat.  I don't want you to get sore.  My parents always taught me that I was only hurting myself if I broke my toys..."
    She giggled.  "Is that all I am to you?  A toy?  A plaything?"  She loved the idea of being his playground. 
    He cupped her face in his hands, looking deeply into her green eyes.  "No, you're so much more than that.  You're my wife, the woman I'm spending the rest of my life with.  And you are the most amazing woman I've ever met."
    She sighed, her hand tracing his jaw.  "I could get used to having a man say things like that to me.  Usually they say, 'Cissie, are you crazy?'  I like what you say better.  Say some more!" 
    He just laughed, holding her close.  "Can we nap for a few minutes before I cook?"
    "Sure, but the playground is closed until you feed me, Deputy Bob."  Her eyelids were already fluttering closed.  A nap sounded good.  She could wait to eat for a little while at least.
    "You know, you could just call me Bob if you wanted.   Deputy Bob feels so—formal."
    Cissie considered that for a moment.  "I guess I could do that.  Can I call you Deputy Bob when we play warden and prisoner, though?" 
    Bob just laughed.  "Could I stop you?"
     
    *****
     
    Bob woke feeling something heavy on his shoulder.  He was startled at first, and then he saw Cissie's head on his shoulder.  Her face was toward him, and she looked so peaceful and innocent in her sleep.  He was thrilled to have the opportunity to just look at her, without her being aware.
    Truly, he'd expected her to be disappointed when she saw him at the church, but her enthusiasm had been overwhelming.  He couldn't help but wonder if he'd asked her out at the bowling alley if she'd have said 'yes.'  He wasn't about to ask, though.  Lachele had been insistent that he wait a while before telling her he'd engineered the whole match, convinced that she'd be angry if she found out the truth.
    He watched her slowly wake up, her green eyes confused for a moment, but then a slow grin spread across her face.  "Bob," she said with a