All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. Thank you for reading! (Sorry it took SO long.)
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Darcy woke the next morning. Her husband's arm was wrapped tightly around her. She smiled and blushed, remembering last night. She had never felt that sort of electricity coarse through her body followed by a release that was somehow even better. She was dying to do it again, and yet she felt that something was missing. What they had done was not exactly sex. She hadn't even given him any pleasure.
The thought made her turn to look at him. He was sound asleep. His lips were full and his jawline was strong and angular. She laid her head on his chest. There was a part of her that wanted badly to kiss him again, to feel his soft, warm lips against her own. She wanted to taste him again, feeling his tongue in her mouth. The thought startled her; she'd never thought something so dirty could also bring so much pleasure.
She sat up, careful not to wake her sleeping husband, and walked to the kitchen. She started the oven and got out some flour and other ingredients. The smell of biscuits in the oven reminded her of home. Her mother would always wake up before sunrise and they would eat breakfast as a family before attending to all the chores. She couldn't help but think that her life here was much easier. In a way, her chores seemed more fulfilling now. She wasn't sure why.
She cracked open the window and sat at the table waiting for breakfast to be done. The breeze stirred up the lace curtains, making them delicately twist in the air. I was colder than she thought it would be, but she didn't mind. Outside there was a large green field and a little path that came up to the house. Beyond that there was a thick forest, illuminated by the pale morning light.
The sound of birds was everywhere, marking the beginning of a new season. Darcy rested an elbow on the rough wooden table and listened to their song. She missed the sound of all the animals on her farm. Even with the birds, it was much too quiet here. She and her husband only had one cow they used for milking and three chickens they used for eggs. It was enough for them, but Darcy was used to the sound of hundreds of cows and dozens of chickens and pigs and goats on her family's farm.
When the biscuits were golden brown, Darcy set them on the table to cool and put out the honey and peach jam a well. She took two plates and a couple of mugs off the shelf. They were cream-colored and worn. The paint seemed to be cracking underneath the glazed surface, but they were still nicer than anything she had ever owned.
She looked over at her husband, still sleeping soundly in their bed and smiled. She knew that she should probably wake him, but she wanted him to rest a little longer. He always worked so hard, he deserved a nice long rest for once. Quietly, she grabbed the milking bucket and left for the barn.
Outside the air felt nice and cool. The grass was still covered in dew as she walked around the house and out to the barn. It was a bit of a walk, but Darcy liked having some peaceful time to herself to think. Sometimes, when talking with others she felt pressure to entertain them and while it was fun to do so, she preferred to start her day quietly. She usually felt more up to entertain others after breakfast.
The barn was very small. Inside there were bales of hay and various farming tools she could use for their garden. The smell was unpleasant, but familiar at least. In the distance Darcy could hear the sound of chickens. Darcy sat on the stool and put the bucket in place, humming to herself as she began milking the cow.
Over her humming she could hear the sound of hay crunching underneath heavy footsteps. She looked up to see her husband standing just inside the barn.
"Don't stop on my account," He said, his voice still a little groggy, "You have a lovely voice."
Darcy blushed, embarrassed by the compliment. "Its alright. I was finished anyway. I just thought it would be nice to have some milk with breakfast instead of tea. Did you eat already? I thought you would still be asleep."
"No I haven't eaten. But, I appreciate you letting me sleep in. I don't get to do it very often. I'm just surprised to see you out here, I thought you might be tired after last night." He teased.
Darcy blushed, harder this time, at the memory of her actions last night. She'd never acted like that before. She became completely unraveled at the way he touched her. It was shameful, she told herself; but she didn't quite believe it.
Jesse could see his wife's face change into an expression of guilt and embarrassment and walked towards her. He squatted down so he was eye level with her as she stayed sitting on the stool. His hand brushed her cheek delicately.
"I enjoyed last night very much Darcy." he said softly, "It pleased me very much to see you that way. But, it would please me even more to know that you enjoyed yourself as well, my love."
"I did Sir."
Her husband let out a chuckle at his wife's endearing obedience, "Darcy, I'm your husband, you don't need to always address me so formally," he paused, "unless you would like to."
"But I thought you said I should-"
"That was only last night, and I apologize if it made you uncomfortable or embarrassed."
"No. No, it didn't make me embarrassed," She said feeling very hot and nervous, "I liked last night."
She scolded herself inwardly. He'd made her feel so nicely last night and she was unable to even talk about it, much less please him the same way. He'd stopped and told her to go to sleep before she'd even gotten the chance; not that she'd have known what to do in any case.
Her husband could see that talking about this wouldn't be easy, but it had to be done nonetheless. If his wife was too embarrassed to ask for what she needed, that would lead to trouble down the road. And he needed to feel comfortable confiding in her as well.
"Darcy, I'd like to talk about last night," He said moving to a more comfortable position, "I think its very important that we talk about these things. So, there's no need to be shy or hide what you're thinking about from me. Alright?"
Darcy nodded. Despite her nerves, she also felt a bit thankful that he was making her talk about this.
"Did you like how I touched you last night?"
"Yes,"
Her husband waited a moment for her to elaborate. When she continued to stay quiet, he asked, "What did you like the most?"
She could feel her cheeks pinking up again at the thought of having to answer to such a question.
"I liked it when," She paused thinking of how to phrase it, "When I could feel your tongue."
"When you could feel my tongue where?" He asked, his eyes getting a little darker.
Darcy was unsure of how to answer that. She looked like a deer in the headlights. Her friends and parents would be ashamed if they heard her talking about his sort of thing.
"Darcy," His voice pulled her away from her thoughts, "I asked you a question."
"Tell me where." She could feel his hand on her waist moving over her leg. The touch made her shiver, remembering how good it felt last night. Suddenly, his hand reached up and pinched one of her nipples.
"Here?" he teased.
Darcy nodded quickly, as he slowly unbuttoned her dress to expose her breast. The chilly morning air had already made her nipples hard. His fingers brushed over it very lightly. Darcy looked at her husband, the electricity inside of her was brewing again. Her eyes were pleading with him to touch her again, but his fingers barely skimmed across her again. She tried to lean into his hand, but he pulled back.
Surprised, Darcy whined, but only got a chuckle in response. Her husband was on one knee, smiling. His muscular arm resting on top of the bent knee. HIs hands were nowhere close to her exposed breast. He leaned over and kissed her mouth, pulling back to whisper in her ear.
"Talk to me." He said.
