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palpable.
    He backed toward the bed, holding both of her hands tightly in his. When his legs hit the foot of the bed, she pushed his shoulders and knocked him over onto the bed. She quickly followed him down, pressing her lips to his.
    “So you weren’t really nervous?” he asked with one eyebrow raised. “Sure, I’m nervous. I’m a lot more excited, though. You, my husband, are hot.”
    He laughed, and kissed her shoulder. “That sentiment is mutual.”
    She sat up abruptly. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she told him. “I’m sitting here mostly naked, and you’re wearing jeans and a shirt. I think you need some help with that.” Her hands went to the buttons on the front of his shirt, and she started unbuttoning them quickly.
    He laid there watching her with a bemused grin on his face. “Are you in a hurry?”
    “I’m in a hurry to get you naked. After that, I think slow would be good!” He sat up so that she could slip his shirt off. “Kick your shoes off.” He pulled his socks and shoes off and started to unbutton his pants. She pushed his hands away, and did it for him. “That’s my job!”
    He laid back and watched as she unzipped his jeans, pushing them down his hips, catching his boxers on the way down. He watched her face carefully as his penis sprang free from his underwear. She pushed the clothes off his feet and knelt beside him, staring intently at his member. She reached out a hand and touched it, stroking it gently.
    He caught her hands and flipped her over onto her back. “If you want this to go slowly, then you’re not going to be able to do that right now,” he told her fiercely, covering her lips with his own.  His fingers drifted down to her nipples, and he pinched them lightly through her gown. “I like this thing you’re wearing,” he whispered. “How offended would you be if I took it off right away?”
    She laughed, “I really don’t think it’s meant to be worn for very long.”
    He pushed it up over her hips and pulled her to a sitting position, pulling it over her head. “Much better.” He pushed her back onto the bed, and immediately brought his mouth to her breast, pulling the nipple between his lips, and laving it with his tongue. The softness of her breast against his face had him groaning, hoping he could hold out long enough to make it good for her.
    She arched off the bed, moaning softly. “That feels good.” Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding his mouth tightly against her.
    His hand roamed across her body to her free nipple, softly plucking the nipple between his fingers and thumb. He kissed his way up her neck and over to her ear, nibbling gently on the lobe. When she shuddered, he smiled. “You’re an ear person!”
    “Is that good?” she asked.
    “Neither good nor bad. I’ve just never dated one before, but I like ears, so I had to try,” he said softly.
    “When do I get to kiss you and figure out what you like?” she asked as she laid back and let him nibble at her ear, his hands roaming across her breasts and flat stomach.
    He laughed. “Not right now! I’m having a hard enough time waiting as it is. You have to be ready, so just lay back and let me get you there.”
    “I am ready!” she said.
    He shook his head. “Nope. You can speak too coherently to be ready.” He moved one hand down to her mound, moving his fingers through the soft hair there. He kissed his way down to her stomach, licking the soft skin around her navel.
    He moved his hand down further between her legs. She started to hold her knees tightly together, but then let her legs fall apart. His fingers trailed up her thighs between her legs.
    She lay thrashing her head back and forth on the bed. His fingers felt so good.
    He moved his hand up slowly to the apex of her thighs, and parted her. His finger found her sensitive nub, and rubbed it insistently. His other hand joined the first and he inserted one finger into her to test her readiness.
    She was