Emily emerged from the master bath. The white dress she’d worn was gone, replaced by a silken nightgown, also white, that came down some six inches above her knees. For the first time in their relationship, Evan looked at her with the eyes of a lover. The gown revealed soft curves as she moved, clinging to delicate protrusions and flowing softly across her body.

“You like it?” she asked, her voice hopeful. Her eyes sparkled with delight.

“You are too beautiful for words,” he answered.

She held her hand out for the glass he held. He passed it to her and watched her lips as she sipped the golden liquid.

“Evan,” she said, setting the glass down and motioning for him to come toward her. He was intoxicated with her nearness, the fresh smell of her young body, and the perfume in her hair. She began to dislodge the studs and buttons on his shirt. “I want to be honest with you,” she said. “I am not a virgin.”

“Should I be disappointed?” he asked, smiling.

“I would hope not,” she answered. “But, I did want you to know. I’ve had some limited experience with sex,” she confessed. “Most of it was quite disappointing, really. But, I’m certain that will not be the case tonight.”

“I see,” Evan nodded.

“I’m certain you’ve been with your share of co-eds,” she said, “but all that is behind us now.”

Evan shook his head. “I’ve always thought of my position as one of trust,” he told her. “I’ve never taken advantage of that.”

Emily peeled off his shirt and began to attack the suspenders of his trousers. “But you have made love before,” she asked.

He flashed back to the encounter with the wife of a colleague who had backed him into a corner, bit his ear, and told him of her intention to have him as a lover. She’d said it was retribution for her husband’s dalliance with a student. She’d pushed him into a large bathroom, and through oral and manual stimulation made him hard. She mounted him as he leaned against the cabinetry, and humped him until he gave up his essence. As she dismounted, she told him that she was satisfied she had redeemed her self-respect, and expected no repetition of their joining.

“Just once,” he said. “It was very rushed and not entirely pleasant.”

She smiled at him. “So, in the pleasure department, we’re both virgins, then,” she observed. “One of the nice things about being married, my love, is that we have no reason to rush. We can take all the time we need so we both can experience the pleasure we’ve been denied.”

With that, she stripped his trousers off and ordered him to the easy chair. She untied his shoes, removed them and his socks, and then, directed him to stand.

“I am going to make love to you, my darling Evan. I expect you will make love with me, as well. We’ve been so well behaved during our engagement that we deserve this pleasure, don’t you agree?”

“I do, Emily,” he said seriously. “I promise to love you as best I can.”

She began by kissing him on the mouth, more sensuously and warmly than he had ever experienced. He felt her tongue press into his lips. He opened his and let her have access to his mouth. He sucked and chased her tongue in his own mouth and hers. He felt himself becoming aroused, and wrapped his arms around her.

“Please,” he whispered, “don’t let me hurt you. If I do, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

“You won’t hurt me, Evan.”

She dropped to one knee in front of him and pulled his shorts down. His erection bobbed in front of him. She looked at it and smiled. Evan felt her warm hand wrap around him possessively. “I just knew it,” she said, almost in a whisper. “I just knew you would be perfect for me.” She held him in one hand and explored his length with the fingers of the other. She touched it and lightly stroked him, gently pinching the head between two fingers. A small drop of his pre-cum oozed from the slit. She swiped her thumb across it and pressed it into his flesh. She leaned slightly forward and placed her lips on the tip.

Evan felt the pressure of her tongue on him and moaned. “Oh, Emily, please.”

She pulled away. “What, Evan?”

“Darling, you don’t have to…”

“Evan,” she said, softly but sharply. “This is mine. You gave it to me today. Soon I will take it into my body. But, for now, I want to own it, to make love to it. It is you, Evan, and I love you. So, you must let me.”

He shook his head slowly. “If this is what you want,” he said.

“I do, my darling. This is what I want.” She put her lips around him again.

“I just thought,” Evan said, uneasy with the mixed emotions, “that it was unpleasant.”

Emily chuckled around him, making him twitch with the sensations. She pulled away.

“You just thought this is what whores do,” she said easily. “And, it is. But, there’s a difference. They do it for money. I do it because I love you and it makes you feel good. Besides all that,” she told him, “we are married. We will make love. Later, we will fuck.”

The word caused Evan to inhale sharply.

Emily giggled. “I’ve shocked you, haven’t I?”

“I’m, uh,” Evan said, “surprised.”

“And shocked,” she said defiantly. “It’s all right, Evan. We can do these things together. We can say these words. They’re entirely appropriate to the situation.”

He put his hands on her soft shoulders. “Emily, you are my wife. You’re not some whore from the street.”

She stood up and looked him in the eyes. “But I am, Evan. I am your whore. In the privacy of our bedroom, I will be your whore, your lover, your wife. Outside, I will be your lady and your love. But, here, I am yours as I wish to be. I am intent on keeping you excited, interested, and satisfied. I am yours and you are mine. You’ll need to get used to that.”

“I’m not sure, Emily,” he protested mildly.

“I know you’re not,” she said, “because you have limited experience. So, just let me take the lead here. Let me love you and make love to you, all of you. Let me become the object of your desire. I want to do this, Evan. Please, set me free to do this for you and for me.”

“It is totally unreasonable,” he told her, “and so unlike you. Yet, you make it sound so reasonable and rational.”

“What it is, my darling is more worldly than you’re used to, but, yes, it is totally reasonable and rational. Now, be an absolute dear and set me free to do what I want. I promise, you won’t have any regrets.”

He bowed his head, his eyes taking in the glorious shape of her under the white shift she still wore. He looked into her eyes and nodded. “Very well,” he said. “Let the student instruct the teacher.”

She beamed at him, planted a quick kiss on his lips, and then dropped to her knee again. This time there was no pretense. She took his length between her lips and sucked him into her warm, moist mouth.

Her tongue danced along his flesh. Evan groaned with the overwhelming sensations. He touched her shining hair with his hands as her head moved back and forth while her lips pressed and sucked at his member. Her hands crept along the outside of his thighs, and then caused him to tremble and moan as she gently scraped her nails along his scrotum. She hummed approvingly when she heard him, the vibrations shooting a sparkling sensation through his lower abdomen.

She pulled away from him, giving the head several tiny licks. “You like that, do you?” she murmured, smiling wickedly up at him.

Evan was breathless. “Yes,” he gasped.

“Good,” Emily replied. “We’re going to do that a lot, my darling, because you have no idea how much I like it, too.”

“Emily,” he started to say.

“Hush, Evan,” she ordered him. “Sometimes you get to be in control. Tonight, it is my turn. Will you let me guide you in making love to me?”

“Yes, my darling,” he said softly. “Show me. Tell me. All I want is for you to be happy.”

Emily stood in front of him and slid the small straps of her nightgown off her shoulder. “I’m really very aroused, Evan,” she said, holding the small gown to her. “You can see how my nipples are distended, can’t you?”

“Yes,” was all me managed to say.

“I would love for you to kiss and lick them, Evan.”

A slight smile crossed his face.

Emily released her hold on the fabric and the gown slid down her frame. She heard the breath catch in his throat.

“You are so beautiful,” he told her, his eyes sweeping across her naked body. Her breasts were rounded and full without being obscenely overlarge. The quarter sized areola was a light brown, bordering on pink, and her nipples were definitely distended and engorged. She had trimmed herself to an inch-wide landing strip no more than three inches in length.

“Let’s go to bed, Evan,” she said. “We’ll be more comfortable there.”

She quickly turned away from him and stepped to the huge bed, pulling back all the bedclothes except the bottom sheet. She faced him as she sat on the edge, and then pushed back until she was centered. “Come and make love to my breasts,” she invited him.

Evan climbed into the bed after her and leaned over her prostrate body. He lowered himself until his lips captured a nipple.

“We’re going to be so good together,” Emily whispered. “I just know that we will.” Then she groaned softly as she felt the sharpness of his bottom teeth scraped her nipples from underneath.

Evan suckled, nipped, licked, and kissed each of those delicate morsels for minutes. Emily held his head in her hands, pressing her body toward him as his efforts caused tiny shocks and warm waves to sweep through her body. Each wave seemed to travel between her legs. She ached to feel him there, yet was reluctant to allow him to stop exciting her. Her hips arched upward and she held her breath, releasing it in a gasp and groan as her first orgasm swept through her body.

“Oh, my God, Evan,” she whispered. “You’ve made me come already!”

Evan smiled and pulled up and away from her. “I want to be inside you, darling,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt such a need.”

“Yes, my dearest Evan,” she whispered back. “I am aching to feel you there.” She reached down to pull him up her body, and was startled when his lips pressed into hers, his tongue licking at her lips and teeth, probing gently into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, pulsing with the natural rhythm that her body wanted to feel with him lodged into her.

“Help me do this right,” he encouraged her, concerned that any fumbling would break their pattern of perfection.

She gently guided him toward her opening and raised her hip. She gasped as he penetrated her, whispering an encouraging, “Oh, yes!” She felt him filling her. “Wait there, just a moment,” she said softly. “It feels so good having you in me.”

“I would melt into you if I could,” he told her. “I want so much to be one with you.”

“We are one, Evan,” she said lovingly. “I love the way you feel.”

Evan held his weight on his knees and elbows. The feelings he had for her were overwhelming as she tightly held him inside. He looked into her face and saw her eyes shining brightly. “Are we good?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, darling!” she said. “I knew you would feel wonderful inside me. I just didn’t know how absolutely incredible this would be.”

“I love you, Emily,” he said, his eyes flickering back and forth to hers.

“And I love you, Evan,” she answered. “Now, I think we can begin to move.”

Evan lifted his hips, and Emily felt him partially withdraw.

“Oh, my!” Emily said. “Put it back in, darling. I feel so empty without you there.”

He gently pushed himself inside one more time. Emily’s hips rose to meet him.

“Better?” Evan asked.

“Yes, but,” she said, pausing a moment. “I want you inside me, but I love feeling you move.”

“Perhaps a little quicker, then?” Evan asked.

“Let’s try that,” she agreed.

Evan began to move himself in and out in a rhythmical pattern. Each time, Emily rose up to meet his thrust. He could hear her breathing as the sensations welled up within her.

“Oh, Evan,” she moaned, “my husband, my lover. This is wonderful. You can love me like this. You can fuck me. I want you in me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to love me. Faster, now, and harder. I love you so very much.”

Evan was silent except for the occasional panting of his exertion. His emotions were overflowing with love and desire, yet he was unable to speak. He was delighted to hear Emily’s expressions of love and need. Her usual restraint seemed to dissolved as he pounded himself into her.

“Yes, my darling,” Emily gasped. “Like that. Oh, Evan. Thank you, darling. Thank you for making you mine. You’re making me come, my dearest.”

He felt his heart swelling with desire. He loved the feeling, her warmth, and the tightness of her love canal enveloping his member. He continued a regular rhythm of pushing into her and withdrawing. He looked into her face, and loved the tension he could see there.

“Oh, my God, Evan!” Emily moaned. Her tongue whipped around her lips, counteracting the dryness of her gasping breath. “Harder, my love, and faster, now. Yes! That’s it.”

Evan watched her carefully. Her hair was spead gloriously beneath her. Her eyes shown and her beautiful mouth was open, gasping. He felt her hands on his shoulders, grabbing him.

“I love you, my Evan,” she said quickly. “Come in me, darling. Fill me with your hot seed. I need to feel you come inside me, darling. Please.”

He was ready. In an overload of his senses, he could no longer hold back. He groaned as the burning sensation moved through his thighs and into his lower abdomen. He nearly quivered with the release of his essence, feeling it pulse and shoot into the welcoming cavity she had opened for him.

“I can feel you, Evan,” Emily told him, his voice on the edge of a wail. “Yes, darling, fill me. I’m coming, too,” she confirmed, “and I’m loving you with my body! Make me yours!”

She stopped speaking and cried out with release as he plunged deep inside her, feeling all of his being flow from him into her.