Chapter 4

Once we were in the car, I looked at Jo. “Where do you want to go? We can get something to eat, or we can drive somewhere nice for a couple of days.”

“Take me home,” Jo replied quietly.

“Your place?”

She shook her head. “I live where you live. You’re my husband.”

A few minutes later, we turned into my driveway. Jo and I went into the house, and she headed straight into my, our, bedroom. “Give me a few minutes, okay?” She closed the door without awaiting my response, and I went to the kitchen to plan lunch while I waited. I had decided on cold cut sandwiches, when I heard her call me from the bedroom door.

I walked over to the still closed door, and tapped on it. “Jo?”

“Come in,” she called back.

I opened the door and stepped inside. Jo was standing by the foot of the bed, wearing her nightdress T-shirt. “I don’t have lingerie, and I don’t want to go buy it right now.”

I stepped up in front of her. “You’re beautiful.”

“I am your bride, and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do now.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” I leaned in to kiss her slowly and gently. She gripped my shoulders, and then she crossed her hands behind my neck. I put my hands on her waist, and she pressed her torso against mine. Her kisses became deeper and more urgent, and I ran my hands across her back.

She leaned back to look at me. “I was supposed to get you a wedding gift, but all I have is me. Will you unwrap me?”

“Gladly.” I lifted the nightdress off over her head, only to discover that she was wearing a skimpy bikini under it.

“This is the closest thing I have to lingerie.”

I ran my hand over the side strap of her bikini top. “Aren’t presents supposed to have string?”

“I guess so,” she giggled. “You can keep going, if you want.”

“Oh, I intend to,” I said as I stepped back and took her hand. “Lie down.” I patted the bed with my free hand.

She complied, blushing under my gaze.

I settled in beside her as she lay on her back. “Jo, sweetheart, please tell me if anything is uncomfortable, or if you get scared, okay? If you say stop, then I will stop. I love you, and I want to show you how much, but I don’t want you to be frightened of me.”

“I will,” Jo nodded.

I lifted myself up so I could kiss her, and she turned her head toward me. We traded soft kisses for a few moments, and then I placed my hand on her belly to caress her skin. She rolled toward me, and I worked my way up until I was palming the side of her breast. “Take it off,” she said between kisses.

I tugged at the strings on her top, and pulled it away from her breasts. Her nipples were large and very pink, and I weighed her breasts in my palm. Then, I leaned down and took her nipple in my lips. Jo sighed and rolled onto her back, with me following so as to not lose contact with her breast. I shifted my knees under me, and rose to love on both of her delicious mounds. She held my head as I worked on her, and then I moved up to kiss her again.

“That’s so good, Gil.”

“Mm, hm.” I worked on her with my mouth, moving down her neck, across her chest with stops at her nipples, and then downward to the top of her bikini bottom.

“What...” she began, and then she laid her head back with a sigh as I planted a kiss on her pubic mound right through her bikini bottoms. I could smell her arousal, and her pheromones aroused me, in turn. My cock was so hard it hurt, but I didn’t want to rush my wife’s first experience with me. I worked around the bikini panty, kissing and nipping at the soft skin of her thighs. Lifting up, I pulled the ties on her panty, and lifted it off her.

“Open up a little,” I said as I patted her thighs. Jo spread her knees wider, and revealed her sex to me. She was shaved for her bikini, leaving only a thin strip of hair at the top of her cleft. Her inner labia were thin and very pink, and I could see the wetness that was starting to form at her vaginal entrance. I used the pads of my thumbs to spread her labia. She was an intact virgin, and her hymen lay across her entrance like a spider’s web. Unable to resist, I leaned down and traced her lips from her vagina to her clit.

“Oh!” She leaned up on her elbows. “What did you do?”

“This.” I demonstrated again, pressing more firmly with my tongue. Her hips jerked as I dragged my tongue across her pink button. “Should I keep going?”

“Don’t you dare stop,” she growled.

I went to work in earnest, teasing her clit as I licked her all over her sex. She was all clean, fresh young woman, and I filled my head with her essence. She began to buck, and I settled down to drive her to orgasm. She clamped her thighs against my ears, and put her hand on my head.

Jo started to whine, and, as I licked at her, the tone rose like a jet engine at startup. Finally, she curled up around my head and let out a howl that could be heard two houses over. I held on for dear life, and eased up on her as her clit retracted, and she fell back on the bed. She pushed at my head, and I crawled up over her. Jo’s eyes were closed, and she panted and shivered as the aftershocks rolled through her.

“What did you do to me?” She opened her eyes to look at me.

“That, my sweet, is oral sex.” I smiled at her.

“If you don’t do that to me again soon, I’m leaving.” She grinned. “You have me all over you.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be glad to service you.”

She giggled and slapped my arm. “I’m not a plane, Gil.”

“I know.” I leaned down to see if she would let me kiss her with her juices on my face. She wrinkled her nose, but she accepted the kiss.

“I smell different,” she commented. “Not bad, just different.”

“You are wonderful,” I said as I rolled onto my side again. I ran my hand up her thigh and gently traced my finger over her furry mound. “Are you ready to continue?”