Chapter 3

She sat at his right, with his arm close around her.  He reached down, slid his other arm under her knees, and pulled her into his lap.  He held her quietly, his hands rubbing her back, comforting her.  "It’s all right, love, cry if you want to.  My poor love!  My innocent little girl,  my lovely Mary, I love you so much..."  He murmured softly in her ear as he held her.  She wept a little, but soon, soothed by the warmth in his voice and the love words tenderly spoken, she relaxed against him, molding herself to the hard contours of his body.  When he felt her resting peacefully against him he said, half-whispering into her ear,  "He was wrong; completely, utterly wrong!  This lovely body of yours was telling you exactly what you should be doing with a man you love."  He held her in silence for a few moments more, then, "Mary, will you let me show you...how it can be?   How different I can make it for you?  I love you very much, and I want you...more than I thought I could ever want anything again."

He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face to his.  She looked up at him, and she had no need to speak; her consent was in her eyes.  When his mouth came down on hers, it was softer even than she had dreamed, and so gentle.  Her arms came up slowly to embrace him, to bring him closer to her.  The kiss was intensely pleasurable to her, bringing her to a warm state of floating sensual relaxation.  But when he tilted his head to the side and slowly, expertly opened her mouth under his, a burst of sensation of an entirely new kind soared through her.  As his tongue slid gently over the inside of her lips, then moved deeper into her mouth to find her tongue, Mary experienced the stirring of sexual arousal for the first time.   Her arms tightened around him, and in a moment her hands began to move over his back as she instinctively reached for more...more closeness, more pleasure...

He lifted his head then, when he felt her response, to reassure her. His lips moved over her face, kissing her eyes, touching softly on her cheeks, her ears, her neck.  "Yes, this is right, love…this is the way it really is.  Come with me,  I can show you...I’ll take you with me...to heaven...this is for you, only for you..."  His words were whispered between kisses.

Mary’s hand came up to lie against his cheek, and he stilled immediately, waiting to see what her wishes were.  But she only gazed up at him, with a look so melting, so tenderly desirous that his heart turned over and his arms tightened around her, bringing her against him with new urgency.  "Mary!  Love, if you look at me like that I’ll lose my head! I want you so much…so much."

Mary realized as he spoke what a profound effect their lovemaking was having on this grave, self-contained man whom she loved so unexpectedly and so passionately.  With a little smile, a shy mischief peering from her eyes, she curled her hand around the back of his neck, threading her fingers through the gray curls that she had wanted to touch for days.  She brought his head down slowly.  When his lips were close to hers, she opened her mouth slightly, and her tongue came out between her white teeth to wet her lips.  With a half-conscious but deliberate intent to seduce him further she whispered,  "Kiss me like that again, Josiah, with your tongue?"

He groaned as his head came down, his mouth open and hot on hers.  Now he let his desire show plainly in his kiss, and she was right there in response, her mouth opening further to let him have everything he wanted, and her hands exploring the planes of his muscular back.  As the kiss deepened he began to tremble, and he was afraid for a moment that it would scare her.  Then he let the kiss take him and all thought ceased in ecstatic pleasure.

When he raised his head at last, he was breathing fast, his heart was pounding, his pulse racing with the excitement this woman engendered in him.  His mouth moved over her cheek, and he bit gently at her earlobe; she shivered, moaning a little.

Her response to his lovemaking was natural and uninhibited so far, but he wanted desperately not to go too fast, to let her come to match his surging heat at her own speed.  However, no matter what his mind said, his desire was manifesting itself in physical ways.

He felt his throbbing erection straining at the confinement of his jeans, and he wondered if she felt it under her.  God, he certainly felt her body pressing on it, she must feel it!  Then he wondered suddenly if she even knew what it was.  He’d bet her husband had never made her acquainted with the look and feel of his erection.

Reluctantly, Josiah moved back from nuzzling her neck to look into her face.  It was flushed, her eyes were closed; she was becoming very much aroused just from his kisses, and he too was holding himself in check with increasing difficulty.  He wanted her with urgency, but it was necessary that she know exactly what to expect, lest he frighten her.  His experience with women was large and varied, but it hadn’t included a conditional innocence such as hers.

The words he used were direct, but his voice was husky and tender, a gentle half-whisper, and his hands caressed her shoulders and her back while he spoke.  "I want to see you, love.  I want to see your body, to touch your breasts, to kiss you...everywhere.  Do you want that too?  Tell me, Mary...tell me that you want me to love you...all the way.  I need your words, to hear you say it, love.  Tell me."

She smiled a little, shy of saying the things he asked.  "I think I can say anything to you..."  Her smile widened and she turned her head into his shoulder, "...only not while I’m looking at you!"  She paused for a moment, and then with her face still hidden in his shoulder she said everything he wanted to hear.  Trust flowed from her with the words, words that were balm to all the sore and aching places of his soul.

"I love you, Josiah…I love your hands, I love to watch the way you use them, the deft manner of them.  I want to feel them on me.  I can feel yet the way you touched me last night, when we stood so close and I knew that I loved you, that I was yours.  Your touch is still there; it’s imprinted there, across my breast...."  She shivered, and slowly her head came up as her shyness passed, and she turned to look into his eyes.  "I want you to touch me…everywhere."  She took his hand and guided it to her breast, still looking up at him with tenderness.   "I want it all, Josiah, everything…and I want it from you---only from you!  Love me…all the way...."

"Mary…," he whispered, as his mouth came down to cover hers.  He kissed her tenderly, without passion for a moment, but desire exploded through him again as she found the bottom edge of his shirt, and both hands came up under it to caress the skin of his back.

He lifted his head at last, intoxicated with her kiss and her caresses, longing to see her body, to touch her breasts. His hand went to the light gown that covered her.  Slowly, he pushed the gown off one shoulder, then the other.  He pulled it down, still very slowly, until he had uncovered her breasts.  While he bared her body he glanced up repeatedly, always careful of her feelings; she gazed serenely back at him, smiling a little.  Reassured, he let his eyes be drawn downward.  He looked and looked, hypnotized by the sight before him, but at last he drew in a deep breath and expelled it in a long sigh,  "So beautiful…"

His arm under her shoulders lifted her effortlessly while his head dropped slowly until his lips just touched the tip of one breast.  She caught her breath at the thrill that arrowed through her body.  When his mouth covered the nipple and his teeth and tongue worried it gently she arched up, unconsciously rising into his caress.  She held her breath for a long moment, as sensations she couldn’t believe built and multiplied.

After a few minutes she spoke softly.  "Josiah...?"

His mouth separated from her with reluctance, but he looked up, attentive to her wishes.  "Love?"

"I…I can’t believe how you make me feel...I didn’t know...  Josiah---are there more things?…that I didn’t…?"

He smiled.  "A lot, love…a lot of beautiful things.  I’ll show you all of them, Mary, everything."  His own words made his heart accelerate, as he thought about those things, and how she might react.  He kissed her mouth, then moved down the side of her throat, his teeth closing gently on her skin over the vein in her neck.  She moaned his name, and her hands came to the sides of his head, guiding him back to her breasts. "Do that again...please!"

He kissed and caressed her breasts, her shoulders and her neck, and she responded passionately to him.  After a few minutes, he slid his arms under her shoulders and her knees, rocked forward and surged to his feet, holding her in his arms.   Still kissing her face and her throat, he carried her to his bed and laid her down; as he did so, he pulled her nightgown off, sliding it down over her hips, baring her body to his hungry gaze.  He knelt beside her then, looking down at her, beautiful and golden in the light of the fire.  "God," he murmured, "I want you so much..."

She answered at once, softly.  "I’m right here, Josiah."   He started to lie down beside her, but she held up her hand to stop him,  "Josiah?"

He knew what she was asking; she wanted him to take off his clothes.  He hesitated, then sat down on one hip beside her; facing her, leaning over her on an outstretched arm.  "I...don’t want to---Mary, a man ready for sex can be...intimidating, if you’re not familiar with the way he looks. I’m---well, here; maybe this will...."  He took her hand with some hesitation, but after glancing at her unworried face he guided it slowly down onto the erection that was straining at his jeans.

She looked up at him, then down at her hand, with an unreadable expression.  Then her hand began to move over him, exploring the size and shape of what was still hidden from her sight.  As her inspection continued, his head fell back and his eyes closed; his face was strained with the effort of control.

He whispered,  "God, Mary..."

"Do you like that?  Does it feel good?"  She smiled and spoke softly under her breath, not looking up.  The thought came to him that it was as if she were talking to the erection surging and pulsing beneath her fingers.

With a last gentle caress, she raised her eyes and said,  "What you were thinking is true; I’ve never seen a naked man."  Then her face broke into a wide, mischievous smile. "But don’t worry so, Josiah! I’ve got theoretical knowledge; it’ll be all right!"

That made him chuckle.  He got up, stripped his clothes off quickly and knelt beside her again.  She looked at his penis in full throbbing erection for a moment; then her hand came out easily, and without timidity or any hesitation she began to stroke it.  "This is beautiful."  She gazed up at him with eyes overflowing with her emotion. "I love you."  Her hand continued to fondle him while she spoke again.  "Show me, Josiah.  Show me how to please you."

"Please me?  Oh, love, you’re pleasing me!"  His breath was coming in gasps.  Long tremors shook him as she continued to stroke him.  After a few moments, with a shuddering sigh, he moved away from her hands and laid down beside her, rolling himself over to look down on her.  Mary reached up to his curly head with both hands and drew his mouth down to hers.  He kissed her with tenderness, moving quickly to passionate intensity as desire rose further.  His leg slid between hers, and he groaned as he felt the wet heat that told him that she wanted him as well.  Mary’s breathing quickened, her hands moved over him, and then he was thrilled to feel her leg rise to clasp his, bringing him closer, pressing his thigh against her center.

He pulled back from her a little; his surging emotion threatened to overwhelm him.. "Mary…I need to keep some control here…I love what you’re doing so much… I’m going to lose it…oh, God…"

"Isn’t it all right to lose control?  You just feel so good…" She smiled up at him, her hands never stopping their exploration of his body.  She moved under him, pressing her belly against his erection.

"God!  Oh God!"  He threw his head back, his expression almost one of pain.

Her voice was a low purr.  "I want you to want me.  I love it that you can’t stop.  Lose control, Josiah!"  She continued to press herself against him, moving sinuously under him.

"Oh, love..."  He bent to her mouth again,  surrendering to her loving coercion.  He moved over her body until his penis slid between her legs and immediately they came up, twining tightly around his hips.

"Josiah..., I want you...I want you in me.  Please...fill me, fill me, I need you...."

He knew as he looked at her and as he heard the urgency of her plea, that it was true.  Against all of his expectations, she was ready for him.  He moved to position himself over her, and felt with towering excitement the heat of her.  His erection was surging and throbbing continually now, and the world narrowed for him to the feel of her hot wet center.  Slowly he began to press himself into her, using just the slightest pressure at first, but her hips came up to meet him, urging him into her, asking with her body for his.

She wanted him with such immediacy that it was no longer possible to hold back.  With a great groan of relief, Josiah plunged himself into her with all the passion restrained over the last several days.  As he buried himself in her heat, they both cried out with pleasure, Mary’s legs raising even further around him to bring him into her all the way. Josiah’s heart soared as he felt her hot, wet, strongly muscled interior around him, felt the pleasure that her body brought, felt the love and desire that made her clasp him so close to her.

She was possessed by the extremity of this new pleasure.  "Come into me, oh, come into me further, harder, longer, I love you, I love you, take me…Josiah…"  She moaned and cried out and writhed under him with passionate feeling, and he responded to her call.  Again and again he thrust himself into her to the very farthest end, then slowly drew out until only the head of his throbbing member remained lodged in her sweetness.  Then another thrust into her---each time with a rush of joy as delirious as the first time.

As he moved within her, her body quieted.  She lay under him more and more relaxed, feeling what was happening inside her, letting him make it happen, letting him move, delve into her, letting it all happen to her.  Her body was nearly still, moving only with an involuntary lift of her hips to meet him, but a soft moaning murmur came from her throat.  It grew louder as her level of sensitivity raised, as his movement in her brought her to new places, new heights of sensation.

Josiah moved instinctively now, without conscious control, letting his body take them to where he wanted so desperately for them both to be, to that moment of ecstatic release that loomed ahead, at the apex of their mutual excitement. Her soft noises of pleasure were like a fiery hand on his most sensitive surfaces.  Their blissful sound raised him to places he’d never been before, to rapture so intense that his face twisted as if in agony.

Mary opened her eyes to see him above her, his eyes closed, lost in the moment, lost in the ecstasy.  The look of him fired her pleasure to new heights; this tightly controlled man had lost control because of her, because his delight in her was so profound.  As she looked at the face of her beloved, agonized in his extremity of bliss, Mary was brought to the edge and with a wordless cry she went over.

Josiah felt the first contractions deep inside her, felt them caress him, and instantly his climax was upon him.  He moaned and bucked and drove himself into her as the hot spurts of his seed were expelled from his body, on and on, leaving him half-conscious as the convulsions of his orgasm slowed and finally stilled.

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As she became aware again of her surroundings, Mary felt with joy the heavy, relaxed body of her lover over her.  Together they had experienced such pleasure as she had never dreamed was possible, and the weight of him was evidence of his presence, of his participation in that most loving of acts just completed.

Josiah raised his head and smiled down at her.  He looked as though he were just waking from a deep sleep. "My sweetest love, Mary..."  His voice was soft, sleepy.

He began to lift his weight from her as he spoke, but quickly she reached with both arms to hold him still deeply inside her.   "Don’t leave me!  I need you here, inside me."

Josiah smiled, awake and aware now, back in the present.  "I’m heavy."

She smiled back with tenderness.  "Yes, you’re heavy.  But I love the feel of you on me, inside me.  I love you, Josiah."

"My darling girl..."  He began to kiss her face, his mouth moving over it softly.  She shut her eyes, basking in the loving caresses.

"M-m-m-m!  More, more..".

He chuckled.  "I didn’t expect...I never thought you’d be so...unafraid, so willing,...so wonderful!"  He kissed her again, and nuzzled into her neck, his mouth and his tongue moving over her lazily, with tender, devoted intent to show her his love.  After a few minutes, his caresses grew more intense as she began to move against him, pressing her hips to his with a circular motion that made him gasp and raise his head to smile down at her.  "Mary, sweetheart...are you starting all over?"

"Uh-huh.  Please?"

"With the greatest, the utmost pleasure!"

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When exhaustion finally overtook them they slept in each other’s arms, unwilling to be separate even in sleep.  In the relaxed contentment that followed their lovemaking they slept deeply and restfully, doubly worn out from the preceding nights of restless wakefulness and the emotional storm just past.

When Josiah woke, the daylight in the cave entrance told him that the morning was far advanced.  He laid still, savoring the feel of Mary in his arms, not wanting to wake her yet, until he had enjoyed to the full this moment of possession---a moment only; for his heart told him that it was temporary, that she was a gift bestowed on him by heaven only while their isolation lasted.  Once back in the world she would change her mind, and he would lose her.  The pain of that thought was so extreme, so devastating, that he wondered briefly if he would live through it when it happened.  But only briefly, for he accepted this greatest loss as he had accepted other lesser losses in the past, as part of his punishment.  Punishment by reason of an abandonment and a betrayal for which he must pay all the rest of his life.  He would lose her and not be granted the release of death.  He would live, to be alone again.

But she was here now!  He resolved not to think about the future; she was here in his arms right now, soft and warm and so much loved.  The present moment was one to treasure forever; he would not give up another second of it to fruitless speculation on the days ahead.

Instead, he turned his mind back to the previous night, a memory to be treasured above all else.  As he thought of her willing, joyful participation in the act of love his arms tightened involuntarily, and she woke.

Her eyes opened slowly and focused on his face, then they half-closed again as a smile touched her lips.  "Good morning,"  She put her hand up to his cheek, and reached over to kiss him softly.  "I love you."

He pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin, holding her with fierce intensity.  His love for her surged furiously in him and his heart rebelled against the thoughts of a few minutes ago.  She would not, could not leave him.  She was his love…his life.  "You’re mine!  You’re my own love...I adore you...you’re everything, all there is...my treasure, my sweetest love..."  He turned her face up to his, and began to kiss her with frantic fervor; her eyes, her hair, her cheeks and throat.  She felt tears suddenly, as his face brushed across hers.

"Josiah...stop!  Stop!"  She put both hands up to his face to hold him still, to look into his eyes.  "What?  What is it?"  He closed his eyes, unable to look at her, as he tried desperately to regain some control over his grief-stricken panic.  She mustn’t suffer any more than was already unavoidable because of this sudden, wonderful, ecstatic, disastrous love affair.

Self-control returned slowly.   Reluctantly and with sorrow he again accepted the truth.   She was not for him.  "I am...undeserving of you." His hand came up to cover hers, still laid against his cheek.  "I’ll pay for this present happiness; I’ll pay gladly, any price...anything!   But one moment’s unhappiness that comes to you because of me is...unbearable."  He shook his head and looked away from her, dropping his hand from hers.  "I should have been stronger."  He shook his head again, as if trying to shake off his unwelcome thoughts, and his control slipped once more.  In spite of his wish to save her pain, his anger at himself erupted into bitter words.

"I should have been able to stop this before it began!  Before you were drawn in!  I knew!  I knew I loved you almost from the first day; I could have made you dislike me...hate me!  God!  What the hell good has a lifetime of self-control done me, if I couldn’t control my desire when it was so necessary?"  His face twisted in self-hatred.   In his agonized mind, he deserved the shattering pain of this disastrous, marvelous love.  He pulled himself free of her embrace, threw off the light cover, and got to his feet.  He moved quickly to the cave entrance, where he stood looking out at the morning.

She got up and followed him, standing behind him, but not touching him.  Somehow she knew that his self-castigation wouldn’t allow for comforting of a physical kind.  Better not to touch him now.  Reason might reach him, but emotional softness was what he was hating himself for at the moment. "Josiah?  Didn’t we talk about loving and losing?  Even if there is pain in the future for both of us, didn’t we decide it was better to have had this joy than to have passed it by?"

He turned to her and began to speak, then stopped, enthralled by the sight of her standing nude in the morning light.  He stood absolutely still for many seconds, looking at her beautiful slim body, examining it in all of its parts.  His anger and self-hate were forgotten, lost in the upwelling of his love for her, body and soul.  She stood still also, unembarrassed by his scrutiny, looking back at him.

He raised his eyes to her face at last.  "I adore you absolutely, world without end.  You are my love until the last beat of my heart---and after that, if such a thing can be.  There will be no time in the future when you are not in my thoughts.  Anything that I can do to make you happy, or more comfortable, or to save you pain, I will happily die to accomplish."  He began to move toward her.  "Now, on this day, what I can do to make you happy is to stop worrying or even thinking about the future.  We are here, and you love me; and I love you with all the strength that’s in me."

Mary saw it; it was visible in his face when he put his anger and his grief away from him.  By the time he had closed the little space between them and put his arms around her, his face was serenely happy.  And for almost all of the remainder of their time together in the cave, he neither spoke nor, she believed, thought about what might be ahead for them.

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The next few days were the happiest Mary had ever experienced. They spent one afternoon hilariously concocting a rabbit stew.  Josiah came back from a short hunting expedition with a rabbit, then he amazed her by producing potatoes, carrots and an onion.  He refused to tell her where he got them.  "I thought you believed I can do anything.  Well, I can!"  She used every means she could think of to force a confession, but he withstood every blandishment and all coercion, until she began to take off her clothes.  Then he said, laughing,  "What are you planning?  D’you think that’s going to make me talk?  It’s not exactly torture, you know!"

"It is.  You shan’t touch me until I know the truth."

"All right, all right, I give up! There are some things that no one can be expected to hold out against!  I had them stashed in my saddlebags for an occasion like this, so I could amaze you with my forethought.  Mary?  Mary!  I’ve confessed, you can stop now.  ...Oh love, you’re so beautiful!  Come here to me…"

They nearly burnt the stew.

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Josiah took to wearing a strange garment which he called a dhoti, just a piece of cloth wrapped around his hips to cover his genitals.  He said that he usually wore a dhoti while he spent time here at the cave; it was good in hot weather, was it all right with her?  She was pleased to agree that it was fine with her.  His body was beautiful: long-legged, broad-shouldered and heavily muscled.  She loved to watch him, to see his muscles sliding over each other when he moved, to watch the grace with which he handled himself.

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They sat by the cave entrance, enjoying the shade cast by a huge boulder in mid-afternoon.  He was stretched out, half-lying on the blanket they had brought here to this shady spot, looking cool and comfortable in his nearly nude state, when he suggested something that had not occurred to her.  "You could be wearing a lot fewer clothes, you know.  There’s no need to cover yourself from me.  As a matter of fact, I’d love to see you uncovered all the time."

She looked at him, smiled a little, and began to unbutton the front of her dress.  "I never thought of it!"  She stripped quickly to her chemise and bloomers, then pulled them off too.  "These won’t do."  She disappeared into the cave, carrying her clothes in her hand.  In a moment she came out again, wearing only a petticoat, which she had tied up under her arms instead of around her waist.  In its new role as a single garment, it covered her from her underarms to her knees and was loose and cool, while giving her some protection so she could sit comfortably.

Josiah’s eyes followed her as she came back to the blanket and sat down.  "Love, you are incredibly fetching in that garment.  Maybe you’d like to come over here by me, so I can get a closer look?"

Within a couple of minutes they were both out of what little they had been wearing.  Josiah leaned over her, kissing her softly; then his mouth moved down her neck and kept moving until he began to kiss her breasts.  Her hands came up to cradle his head, pressing him to her while she moaned softly,  "Oh, Josiah, I love this, I love it...."  His mouth raised from what he was doing only long enough for him to say, "So do I, love, so do I."  Then he began again to tease her with his tongue and his teeth, biting down gently, holding her while his tongue made fiery circles around her nipples.

She raised herself up, wanting more, closer contact with his mouth, but Josiah pushed her gently back down.  In a moment his mouth moved from her breast and continued on, further down her body.  He kissed his way down over her ribs and she gasped as his tongue explored her navel.  After a moment, he continued to move lower.  He felt her body tense as he did so, and always conscious of her wishes he slowed his descent, moving his mouth to her side, kissing her and rubbing his face against her, while he murmured to her almost under his breath, telling her of his love, reassuring her that everything was all right.

"Josiah?"

"My sweet love?"

"Am I being silly?  I’m not sure what..."  Her face showed her confusion and uncertainty.

"No, no,  my darling girl, not ever silly.  Can you trust me here a little, although you’re not sure?"  He smiled up at her.  "Remember, I said I’d show you everything?  Well, this is a little more of  ‘everything’.  Trust me?"

"Yes, of course I do.  But what...?"  She was blushing brightly now.  Her dawning realization of his intention was so far beyond her wildest imaginings that she couldn’t even ask the question.

"Just what you’re thinking.  One of the greatest pleasures of all."

"I’m...surprised."

From the look on her face,  he thought ‘stunned’ was a more appropriate word.  He laughed softly, amused and captivated by her innocence.  "Wait. You’ll be more surprised."  And he began again to kiss her navel.

As he moved further down her body, she tensed again, and he paused where he was, waiting for her to relax.  He was aware that this wasn’t easy for her.  It wasn’t something that even entered the thoughts or the dreams of "good" women, but he knew her well enough by now to know that she’d come around in a few minutes.  She loved him, and she trusted him.  And as he waited her tension eased, and in another few seconds she opened her legs, just an inch or two, but it was enough to signal her willingness.

He continued to kiss her smooth skin, moving slowly, giving her plenty of time, but his own excitement was starting to push him now.  He wanted very much to do this, but not unless she wanted it too.  "Love, if you’d like to wait on this one....  I know this is not something you’ve ever seen yourself doing."  While he spoke to her, he continued to kiss her, coming very close to the triangle of light brown hair at her groin.

He felt the muscular contraction of her laughter through his cheek resting on her belly before he heard it.  "That’s surely true.  I never thought of anyone ever doing...what I guess you’re proposing to do here."

"You guess right.  One more thing maybe I should say: I want to do it.  Very much."  He felt her relax further as he said these words.

But Josiah cared deeply that everything be what was best for her, and his cooler judgment told him that she wasn’t quite ready for this. He wanted it very much now, enough that it was very difficult to stop, but reluctantly he raised his head and with a sigh slid his body back up until they were face to face.  "Next time,"  he whispered softly, and his mouth began to move over her face and neck.

After a few minutes of his loving caresses, Mary pushed gently at his shoulders.  "Josiah?  I want to…  Well, you always get to be in control.  You lie down, and let me be in control."  She laughed at his surprised look.  "Come on, get yourself off me.  I’ve got a few---well, lie down."

"Mary, you’re blushing again.  Just exactly what did you have in mind?"  Josiah looked down at her, amusement in his face.  "Whatever it is, I’m at your service!"  He rolled over onto his back, chuckling, his arms spread wide.  "Do with me as you will!"

She was still blushing; her face was fiery but determined.  "I want to know you too, like you know me.  I think you’ve kissed every square inch of me!  Well, not every one...not yet, anyhow."  She laughed down at him, embarrassed at her own words.  She stretched herself out beside him, leaning over him in his characteristic position.  "If I kiss you here,"  she brought her mouth down to his neck, "do you like it as much as I do?"  She moved her open mouth down the side of his neck, her teeth lightly trailing over his skin.  He shivered and made a small satisfied sound, then another sound indicating delighted surprise as she bit him, not hard enough to hurt, but with decision.

She moved her mouth down to his shoulder, trailing kisses as she went.  Her hands moved to his soft mat of chest hair.  "I’ve wondered about...well, you have nipples too, would you feel it like I do if I did...this?"  Her mouth closed over a small flat nipple, and she sucked gently.  Josiah’s hand came up to cradle the back of her head, holding her where she was.  A soft moan came from him as she kept up her attentions.  "I feel it, love...oh, I feel it!"

When she raised her head, she was smiling tenderly.  "I can make you happy too! I want to do that so much."  She began to kiss his body, moving over it with her hands and her mouth.  Her right hand moved lower, and slowly she approached his penis, which stood up fully erect.  She sat up then, and laid both hands on it, looking back at his face to see the effect of her action.  He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, a look almost of pain on his face.  "Please, love, oh please..."

She began to stroke it; and her action brought inarticulate sounds of pleasure from his throat.  He moaned and began to thrust his throbbing penis into her hands.   Mary watched the dramatic results of her ministrations with delight, and as she continued she realized that what she was doing was making her as excited as he was.  His pleasure was her pleasure; now she understood more fully why he loved every moment of making love to her.

She looked down at what she was doing, and suddenly she wanted to do something that she wouldn’t have believed a few days ago.  She looked up at Josiah, and found him looking down at her with passionate intensity.   Slowly, with her eyes still on his, she lowered her head.  His eyes widened as he began to realize what she was going to do, and he started to breathe in short panting gasps.  As her mouth touched his penis, he cried out wordlessly.  She kissed the tip of it softly, and then opened her mouth and took the end inside.  "Mary---my god---Mary!"   He was writhing now, and her excitement was becoming unbearable as she saw the effect she was having on him.

She raised her head then, and slid her body over his.  Instinctively, with no experience, but shaking with a driving desire, she knelt over him and guided him into her. As she sank down, forcing his turgid penis far into her, they both groaned with the satisfaction of this ultimate contact.  She could feel his erection throbbing, becoming harder inside her, and her body responded by contracting vigorously around him.  At that he cried out, and his climax was upon him.  When she felt the convulsive surges of his ejaculations, her body followed over the edge into ecstasy.
 
 

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