least she has no preconceived notions. “I think you might enjoy the sensation.”

“Is it allowed?”

“If we had time, I would let you read Song of Solomon. If the scriptures glory in a man touching his wife's breasts, we have nothing to worry about.”

Her expression turned thoughtful. “You're right. I'd forgotten that part.”

“You read it?” His eyes widened.

“Yes.”

He grinned. Under the crushing weight of abuse, a passionate woman waited

to be released. Something told him all the time it would take for her to heal would be worthwhile in the end. And so, he ran his hand up the length of her side, skimming lightly over the bruise, and stroked up to her collarbone. He traced his fingers down to the little globe. There wasn't an excess of flesh there,

but the nipple was lovely, and he caressed it tenderly.

“Oh,” she sighed, “that's very nice.”

“Good.”

“Christopher, may I put my arm around you?”

He beamed. “Of course. Yes.”

She wriggled closer to him and laid her arm over his waist. The sensation of

her warmth and softness against his body made his sex ache. Easy, lad. You'll have your chance soon enough.

He transferred his attention to her other breast, and she sighed again. She likes to be touched so far, thank the Lord. I would hate it if she was protesting.

Stoking and tugging first one tender peak and then the other, he listened carefully to each soft sigh and whimper, learning how her untutored body

wanted to be touched.

He claimed her lips again and she responded eagerly, opening to his questing

tongue, twining hers around his, and even chasing it back into his mouth.

Suddenly, her back arched, thrusting her hips forward so her pubic hair slid along his belly. The ache in his penis ratcheted up to near pain as it demanded

satisfaction. Fighting down the urge to tumble her to her back and plunge in, he

continued kissing her while he aroused her. I love how her body softens and relaxes moment by moment. She's such a good girl, so willing to let me try. If

only she were well, how I would delight in caressing her back, cupping herbottom, kissing her belly. Someday I'll show her all these delights. I'm sure nowthat she'll let me.

At last, she was squirming with pleasure and it was time to move on to greater intimacy. He took her knee in one hand to lift and bend it, giving himself

access to her.

“It's very important that you let me touch you here,” he indicated her mound.

“Why?” This time her confusion did not surprise him.

“As I pleasure you, you will become wetter inside. Then, when I take you, it

will be much easier for us both. Can you let me touch your private parts?”

She didn't speak. Her eyes closed, but her leg remained bent, permitting the

access. He stroked the coarse curls for a long moment. Already there was some

dampness there, on the outside of her lips. Excellent. He spread the folds and touched her core. Wet. Wonderfully wet. Finding her portal, he dipped one finger inside. So tight, and there's her hymen, intact. So, her father hadn't molested her.

That's one good thing out of the whole damned situation. He probed further, and she squeaked. He sighed. It's a thick maidenhead though, and she'll have some

pain in the breaching of it. In the meanwhile, he wanted to give her more pleasure. His fingers slid through her folds, upward, until he found what he had

been seeking—a little erect nub of exquisite sensitivity. She gasped, and he could tell she had not realized the spot existed before this moment.

“Are you sure this is right for us to do?” she asked again in a breathy, uncertain voice.

“Yes,” he replied.

“How do you know?”

How to respond? The inspiration came like an answer to prayer. “My dear, if the Lord didn't intend women to experience sexual pleasure, would he have equipped them with an organ that has no other purpose?”

“I suppose not,” she replied, struggling through a visible blend of

embarrassment and arousal to try for a neutral answer. She did not succeed in any way.

Christopher grinned. I'm doing something right. “Please let me touch it,” he

urged. “The more I caress you, the better our joining will be.”

And then he kissed her while his fingers worked gently between her thighs.

Again , she submitted without question, and just as he had predicted, moisture surged. Her breathing grew unsteady and ragged.

“If you feel something building, don't be alarmed,” he advised her. “It's a normal, desirable part of the process. Let it happen.”

Her thighs tensed as the pleasure he was stoking built and built… and then

burst.

She squealed in startled delight as her belly contracted and her intimate flesh