Ch 7 – Lessons

Elsie sighed with a squeak and nestled her head into her pillow as Carson wrapped his arms around her from behind. It was late and the two had managed to sneak into his quarters just an hour before.

"I trust it doesn't hurt anymore, Mrs. Carson." Carson's voice thundered in her ear, even as he whispered.

Elsie smiled, turning to face him, and put her arms around him, moving in close so they were skin on skin.

"Only after a long night, Mr. Carson." She giggled mischeviously as he gulped.

Elsie stretched upwards, bracing her toes against his calves to lean up and kiss him fully on the lips. Married just two weeks, Carson and Elsie still could not get enough of each other or of what life had become. Fully in love, neither found they could bare to be apart from each other and spent every possible moment basking in their full marriage.

Carson kissed his wife deeply, cradling the side of her face in one hand, and running his fingers through her beautiful hair with the other.

"Ooooh." She moaned once the kiss broke. "My Charlie."

"I'm sorry if it's …not pleasurable." He said, the thought clearly bothering him.

"Hmmm." She kissed his nose. "It's quite pleasurable Mr. Carson. Only: you're quite oversized."

Elsie giggled into Charlie's mouth and wrapped her arms around him again, kissing him

fully as he wrapped her in his arms and she rolled over on top of him, giving him an idea.

She was exhilarated to be there, barely believing they'd made it to his quarters safely once again. Every night felt like Russian Roulette and the couple only played their hand when fairly certain they could sneak up unseen, which fortunately was fairly often. It'd been the third night that week they'd seen a way to do it, and after a couple of days apart, both newlyweds were desperate for each other's intimate company.

"I love you so much, Mrs. Carson." He said as she rolled back over to her own side of the small bed.

"No Charlie, I love you more. I promise that." She beamed, her voice cut off as he kissed her again. Elsie tilted her head, deepening the kiss.

"I think." He paused, his lips not an inch from hers. "It's time to go on with your lessons, Mrs. Hughes."

"My lessons?" She asked, blinking.

"You recall." He said cheerily. "On the night we wed, I told you I would teach you to please me, my Mrs. Hughes, in every way a wife knows how to please a man."

Elsie gulped, her eyes going wide with concern. "H-have I not pleased you Mr. Carson?"

He chuckled warmly, wanting to put her at ease. "Oh my Mrs. Hughes, of course you have. Nothing on earth could please me more than thee."

He didn't want to say it, because he was a young man with needs, but he loved her so deeply he would've been happy, even without all the sex. All he needed was her by his side, to be able to spend time with her, and talk to her, and look to her... But he wouldn't say that… not for a few more years.

"Well." She gulped, sitting up. "What do you mean?"

"There are just, certain things, Mrs. Hughes that we've not experienced together… And I want us to experience every kind of marital joy."

Elsie wasn't sure what they'd yet to experience together, but then again, he'd taught her virtually everything she knew so far about sex and despite her apprehension, she trusted him completely. Elsie covered herself with the blanket as she sat up, still a bit shy about revealing herself to him at times.

It'd take years to admit, but she'd been terrified the very first night, only able to go through with consummating the marraige because he comforted her so deeply and she wished to please him. Over the years, she'd come to find it almost sweet that she'd come into the marriage knowing so little about what to expect as a wife, and even sweeter that he'd trained her on matters of love.

Elsie had lied to him about knowing what the marital act entailed (in detail) and had found the whole thing something of a shock at first. She would never forget the overwhelming nature of that first time: every new sensation frightening and thrilling all at once, except, of course, the pain. There'd been so much of it at first, she still hadn't understood how the intense sting she felt deep inside gave way to the most intense pleasure she'd ever known and did so every time.

One day, she'd come to find that this reality was no different than marriage itself. Marriage could be the most intense of trials. The stakes were high, and the pitfalls painful, but overall, it yielded the greatest, most blissful rewards. She already knew, that for her, there was no greater wordly reward for her than union with this man.

"There's no need to be shy with me my Elsie." He whispered gently. "Come my darling, come and rest yourself on my legs."

Elsie was gulped, but obeyed, settling herself on his lap, straddling him.

She looked down, crossing her arms over her chest. He tilted his head, and without giving her a chance to speak, began to kiss her. He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her in closer to him, forcing her arms to fall to her sides. Elsie was engrossed in the kiss, unsure what to think and gasped into his mouth when she felt his hand on the slope of her bare back, guiding her even closer to him, her breasts now firmly against his chest.

Elsie sighed, feeling her body slide down his chest, rubbing gently against him in a way that made her ache for him even as she rested fully in his embrace. She ran his hands over his shoulders as he began to drench the side of her neck in warm, wet kisses.

"I promise." He whispered, taking her hips in his hands. "It will not feel quite so painful this way."

Elsie understood right away, but hesitated. She moaned, leaning her head back as he moved down to kiss her chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, engaging his lips fully as she slid down his chest again, lowering herself onto him, slowly melding into his hands and body, flesh on flesh.

"Oooh! Ohh, ohh, oooh!" She moaned.

"That's it, that's it, that's it let go, let it go Elsie. Let go."

She gasped into his mouth, the sensation new and entirely overwhelming.