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They lay there together for a long while, tangled together, her in her underwear and him gradually losing his shirt and undershirt, caressing each other's skin softly. It helped them both; he needed time to acclimatise to the uninterrupted feeling of skin on skin- such a singular feeling, she thought, such an inimitable one- and she needed to be able to feel that she was doing something to assuage his worry. Her hands soothes gently down his arms, over his back. They looked at each other closely, watching each other's reactions. It was almost unnecessary when she asked him out loud, in little more than a whisper;
"Are you alright?"
"Yes," he replied softly, a very gentle smile playing on his lips, "I'm alright."
"Good," she pressed her lips briefly to his again, "I'm glad."
"I'm just-…" he faltered a little.
"What is it?" she asked him, "Go on."
He looked at her imploringly.
"What to do next."
"That's alright," she told him gently, stroking the back of his neck tenderly with her thumb, hoping that she could still soothe him through, "What would you like to do next?"
"I want to make you happy," he replied a little hoarsely.
"You're already making me very happy," she told him.
"I want to-… be with you. To make love to you."
"But you're not sure how?" she asked.
He nodded. "That's just it."
"Do you want to follow me again?" she asked him.
He nodded again.
"Yes please."
"Alright," she murmured gently, "Alright, my love."
Carefully, she drew her leg more tightly around his waist, lifting herself a little, so that he could feel her heat against his stomach. She heard him gasp, felt his hand holding highly onto her waist. She leant her chin gently against his shoulder.
"Are you alright?" she asked him again.
"Yes," he groaned.
She smiled in satisfaction. She kissed his jaw, his cheek, bringing her face close to his so that he could see her.
"I want you," she told him quietly, "Can you feel that I want you?"
He nodded slowly. She could feel that he wanted her too.
"Do you want to take your trousers off?" she asked.
Carefully, he disentangled himself from her. She sat up too, unhooking her brassiere and slipping it quickly off her shoulders. The look on his face as he turned back towards her and saw her body for the first time was something she would carry with her until she died.
"I love you," he murmured reverently as he came to lie back down beside her.
She smiled.
"I love you too," she replied.
"Can I-…?" he asked. His hand was raised just a little, hovering near her breast.
"Of course," she replied.
She allowed her eyes to fall shut as he cupped her, caressing her nipple. She let out a ragged breath.
"Is this-…?"
"Yes," she assured him, "It is."
She reached for him as he touched her, kissing him heatedly, opening her mouth, inviting him to explore her with his tongue too. He gave a muffled groan into their kiss. She could feel him hard against her thigh. Moving in soft, slow, circular motions, her hands found their way to the waistband of his shorts, slipping inside them, cupping his bottom and then pushing his shorts off. With a nod of her head she let him know that he was welcome to reciprocate. They were naked together, her dark hair falling back onto the pillow.
He lay half over her. She bent her leg at the knee, clearly parting the way for him.
"Now?" he asked her.
"Yes," she murmured, not breaking eye contact with him once, "Now."
Again, she reach for him, guiding him towards her opening. Her other hand reached up, caressing his face. His eyes were closed in concentration. She felt him moving between her legs, pushing. She felt him inside her and his body shuddered over her.
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