“Hush,” he said. “We won’t agree on everything. There will be times when we must work very hard on compromising.”
“And if we can’t?” she stammered out. “What then?”
“Then I will help you see reason,” he informed her firmly.
“How?”
“Merry, do you trust me? Do you trust me to always do what I believe is best for us as a couple?” he asked, his voice deeply serious.
She appeared to think about it for a few moments, and he waited, uncertain if she did in fact trust him. She chewed on her pink lips and looked into his eyes before finally nodding her assent. Slowly he got off the couch and held out a hand to pull her up. Once she was standing he wrapped her in the throw and swept her into his arms, carrying her to the guest room and placing her gently on the bed.
“I need another cup of coffee,” he said, kissing her hand. “Want one?”
“Yes please,” she replied sweetly, pulling the covers over her breasts.
“No sense in hiding from me now,” he teased. Slipping a hand beneath the down comforter he tweaked her nipple before she slapped his hand away with a squeal. “I intend to explore every inch of you, in time.”
“Why not now?” Merry asked with a wicked grin.
“I’m not sure I can,” he replied forlornly. “I guess we’ll have to see.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked, sitting up. “I don’t understand.”
“You warned me ahead of time that if I didn’t truly please you, I might not be able to um…perform for weeks, even months,” he reminded her.
“But you did please me,” she insisted. “There won’t be a problem. I promise you,” she continued anxiously.
“As I said, we’ll see,” he replied. “Now I’m going to get that coffee,” he said walking naked from the room.
CHAPTER9
Merry flopped back against the pillows and fretted. Why oh why had she told him such lies? Biting her pink frosted fingernail, she tried to come up with an explanation he would believe and came up blank. Still, he had pleased her, so there might not actually be a problem. Now what exactly had she told him. Frantically she tried to recall the details.
In the kitchenBartlett made two mugs of coffee and placed them on the counter. Then he decided to use the bathroom, her bathroom to be specific. After all, she’d snooped through all of his possessions and he felt entitled to do the same. Opening each drawer in her bathroom cabinet he found only the expected items, make-up, hair care products, creams, and lotions. She had an inordinate amount of glittery cosmetics, but clearly they only accentuated her charm and personality. It was in her bedside table that he found the mother lode. Apparently, his sweet and sexy little elf was quite twisted and it delighted him to no end.
All manner of sexual toys lived in the drawer and surprisingly a few of them were anal. He even found a tube of anal ease and smiled wickedly as he applied a liberal coating to his soft penis. Then he returned everything to its proper place and returned to the kitchen. He could not help but notice Merry’s trepidation when he entered the guest room.
“Here’s your coffee, sweetheart. I hope I added the right amount of creamer.”
Merry took a sip.
“It’s perfect. Thank you.”
“Good.” Walking around the bed he got in, resting his back against the padded headboard. Then he waited. She would bring it up, he was certain. Merry was not one to hold her emotions at bay. After a somewhat uncomfortable amount of silence she began to speak.
“Honey, I’m sure we won’t have any trouble making love again. I mean, it was wonderfully satisfying, for me at least,” she continued, setting her mug on the nightstand, and turning toward him, her head on her hand as she rested her elbow on the bed.
“I’m not sure, Merry,” he said anxiously. “What if I can’t? That would be very distressing to me,” he continued shaking his head sadly. “It could be months before I’d work up the nerve to make love to you again.”
“Months?” she cried out. “Surely not that long.”
“One never knows how these mixed marriages; I mean relationships will turn out. It could be that we aren’t compatible, sexually I mean.”
“No, Bartlett no,” she whined. “It can’t be like that. Let me touch you. Let me show you that you will always respond to me and I to you,” she pleaded tearfully.
“All right,” he sighed with deep resignation. “You can try, but if I don’t respond we’ll know there are going to be problems.”
Quickly Merry slipped her hand under the covers and began to stroke him, certain she could bring about an erection in minutes. Nothing!
