Once more, it was his eyes that she focused on. She saw how he looked at her. She saw how he admired and relished her naked body. And when he licked his lips and started to remove his shirt, she started to breathe heavily as the excitement inside of her built.
His shirt came off, revealing a taut frame of corded muscle covered in thick hair. Thalia did not even care that she was staring openly, her mouth hanging open. She did not care about the whimper that escaped her lips. And she did not care that all she wanted to do was reach out and touch him…
That was when his hands moved to his trousers. He undid them, watching her the whole while, as if he relished the idea of her drinking him in. He paused for a moment when his trousers came undone. A smile touched his lips, and then he let his trouser drop to the floor.
Thalia gasped and she did not care.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Nothing. I just… ” She looked quickly, and then slowly turned back because she was unable to keep her gaze from that which she had just seen.
Allowing a smile, she rolled onto her side and found her husband’s manhood already standing to attention. It was thick and swollen and hard, throbbing with anticipation, seemingly reaching for her… or was she reaching for it? Thalia had not even realized that she had one hand outstretched as she slowly moved closer.
It was the first time that Thalia had ever seen such a thing, and she knew already how much she liked it. More than that, how much shewantedit.
Caspian snatched her hand and then, most surprisingly, he laughed.
“Someone is eager.”
“I…” She licked her lips. “What do I do?”
“You? Nothing…” He moved onto the bed, shuffling by her head. “Now, it is my turn.”
Caspian bent over and started to kiss Thalia again. This time, the kisses were more intense, more hungry, and more akin to a wild animal devouring its prey. Her head was back on the pillows, Caspian leaned over her, and as they kissed, one of his hands started to trace gently down her belly and toward her thighs.
Thalia could already feel how wet she had become. She could feel the warmth radiating between her thighs. On instinct, she opened her legs wider as his hand moved further south, and she braced herself as his fingers began to trace around her womanhood.
“Do you want this?” he asked her between kisses. “Tell me that you do.”
“I want this,” she moaned as his fingers traced over her lips.
“So do I,” he said before plunging his fingers inside of her. “Oh, so do I.”
Thalia shut her eyes and held her breath as she felt his fingers slid inside of her. Her entire body turned stiff from the sensation, and then slowly relaxed as his fingers began to curl gently against her walls. Each time they did, she felt a pulse of raw pleasure rippling inside of her, and her body writhed as she accepted each one.
“Oh… Caspian,” she gasped as he continued to pleasure her with his fingers. “What are you… how is…”
“Just making sure that you are ready…” He started to kiss down her neck and soon his lips were at her breasts, brushing temptingly over each nipple as they stiffened in his mouth.
And all the while, his fingers continued to work their magic.
The sensation was unlike anything that Thalia could describe. And it wasn’t just the pleasure that she was feeling, as good as that was. What Thalia could not get past was how tender and careful Caspian was being. How selfless.
She had worried that this moment would be plagued by coldness and dispassion. She had even assumed that she would be little more than a tool he needed to use, and that he would not give a damn about her own pleasure one way or the other.
At this rate, my pleasure is all he cares about. Oh God, what was I even worried about…
There was indeed another side to her husband, and Thalia was learning all about this other side in real time.
Thalia could have lain there all night and let Caspian pleasure her. For a few moments, she thought that she would. The way his fingers curled inside of her was electric, and she felt waves of pleasure washing over her and building at the same time. Her body spasmed. Her breathing became louder. She wanted to scream!
That was when he pulled his fingers free.
“Wh –” She went to sit up in shock.
He smiled at her, and his eyes told her not to worry. Those eyes… how were they so emotive, when they were ordinarily so cold? How did that single look tell her that she had nothing to worry about? It was just so unlike him.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he climbed on top of her.
