“Y-yes,” she said, her voice growing a bit stronger. “I trust you, Theo.”
“Good girl,” he said, his heart bursting with affection for his darling bride.
Taking hold of the cuffs of her gown, he gently pulled her sleeves down, revealing first the delicate curves of her shoulders, then her upper arms and finally, the top half of her chemise which covered the swell of her breasts. Theo’s breath caught when he noted the pink tips of her tight nipples through the gauzy fabric of her undergarment.
With a sense of wonder, he reached out and stroked a thumb over first one peak and then the other.
His bride inhaled sharply and squirmed from foot to foot.
“Papa?” She gazed up at him with wonder.
“Did that feel good, sweet Mari?”
She glanced away. “Remember, little bride, you are to be honest with me and tell me when you are feeling uneasy.”
Returning her gaze to him she said, while a delightful blush filled her cheeks, “I have never experienced a feeling like that.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Very much,” she said, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes. “Will there be more?”
“Oh my darling girl, so much more.”
Taking her question as an indication to continue, he tugged the dress all the way down to her waist and then past her slender hips until it pooled on the floor between them.
His breath stalled in his chest as he took in the figure of his bride wearing only her chemise, a pair of lacy stockings and her shoes. As much as he wanted to tear away every shred of her clothing and toss her upon the bed, he refrained from doing so.
“Put your hands on my shoulders,” he told her and when she complied, he leaned down and removed her shoes. Then he reached up under her chemise and untied the ribbons holding up her stockings.
Mari remained in place, but he felt her shudder when his fingers skimmed over the flesh of her calf.
“Such a brave girl,” he whispered, his voice growing thick with longing.
“Please, Papa,” she said, “I appreciate that you are taking your time but I am feeling most… unsettled.”
She shifted from bare foot to bare foot and the scent of her arousal drifted up to him, making his cock harden painfully in his trousers.
“What is happening to me?” she asked as her squirming intensified.
Mari was most desperate at the moment. Her body thrummed, like a million fireflies were flittering over her skin and something deep inside urged her forward though toward what, she had noidea. All she knew was that she had an undefined but fervent urge.
Her face felt flush. Parts of her body that she only ever touched for the briefest of moments and for personal hygiene purposes tingled.
She kept her hands on her husband’s shoulders as he straightened from removing her shoes and stockings. Only her sheer chemise covered her body, yet she was as warm as if she were wearing a woolen coat.
Theo straightened, put his hands on her hips and drew her against his body. He continued to sit on the edge of the bed. His firm thighs bracketed hers and her tummy pressed against hardness in his crotch area.
Nurse Lister had mentioned that her husband would becomeengorged. After that, Mari’s head had gone all fuzzy with embarrassment.
“What is happening, my darling bride, is that you are becoming aroused. My kisses and my touches have stirred your passion.”
“Oh,” she said, feeling heat all over her body.
He took her hand and rested it over the bulge in his trousers. “I am aroused as well. I desire you very much and I am looking forward to our lovemaking.”
A soft moan escaped Mari’s mouth.
He reached for the hem of her chemise. “Do you trust me to take care of you and give you pleasure?”
