Teaching Her

Emotions screaming no and reasoning whispering yes, she stood staring at his hands, weighing her options.

Here he was, asking her when he could have just taken it like he did the last time without giving a damn about her feelings.

But he was asking, waiting for her permission, and in a way, weren't they married? Wasn't it the right thing to do?

She stammered, "It's going to hurt, right?"

He smiled, shaking his head, "The last time was..." He was finding the right word: "I got mad you were still in your dress and..." When he saw the fear returning in her eyes, he stopped and said, "You'll feel the pleasure this time, Maya. It goes both ways."

She pressed her lips against each other and swallowed hard before nodding.

And that was all he needed. She watched him pull off his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor, before working on his buttons, snapping them open at a time.

He came for her, bare torso and all, but his suit pants were still on him, and her eyes stuck on him while