How pleased he was to find a sharp intelligence fine enough to match the beauty of her face, the gentle caress of her touch, the silky smoothness of her skin, the sound of her laughter, the smile in her eyes, the taste of her lips.
How he desperately spent those early days suppressing his growing infatuation, fighting his desire and then it was she who came to him at last.
He turned from the window to watch her sleeping. She had turned away from him and in the room's dimness he could just see the curve of her waist and hip.
For a moment, she reminded him of Catherine.
"James, it's time for dinner, James."
He rushed downstairs and kissed his wife, running his hands through her long blond hair.
"Catherine, Merry Christmas, darling. I do so love you. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."
The two girls came in, the little one still eager for attention, the older one just starting to distance herself from him but he knew she was still Daddy's girl... so much like their mother.
There was a rustle from the covers and he could sense more than see Bethany's arm beckon him back to bed.
It was too early to get out of bed and too late to try and fall asleep again.
There were always other things to do, he thought, pulling back the covers and sliding in next to her warmth...
He lay on his side and lightly ran his left hand up her back, stopping at her neck... and then back down again to the rise of her waist, sliding his fingers over her cheeks, feeling, touching, rubbing then moving between her thighs to her pussy. The second time, she clenched her muscles, trapping him. He curled his finger as she moaned in both surprise and pleasure.
"Oh, Jimmy... what... oh, I like that. How..." His finger gliding between her thighs... how could she enjoy such an intimate act and yet she did.
"Shhh... just relax and feel good." She felt so good beneath his fingers, massaging her, arousing her with such new feelings.
He could feel her tense, both afraid and yet still wanting the adventure. He whispered into her ear. She laughed. It sounded like small bells tinkling in the wind. And then, the moment of truth for him.
"Bethany, I love you. I want you to be my wife. I don't know how but if you say yes, we'll find a way to make this work. I swear." There it was. He said it.
She lay there, quietly considering what he had said.
"Did you do it this way with her? Often?" What kind of life did her lover have before her? A man who had just asked her to be his wife, an impossible wish for either of them, especially for her... she knew it was an impossible dream... but what are dreams for except to dream of a world that could never exist outside the walls of this house, outside the walls of the bedroom, outside the covers of this bed.
"Yes... it was her idea. Does that bother you?"
"No, I hope that I enjoy it as much as she did. Uh... Jimmy?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Will it hurt, this way, in the beginning?" How much was she prepared to endure to please him? But, Catherine had done it.
"Don't be tense, just relax. I'll be very slow, I promise." He had no desire to cause her any pain and yet his desire to share another way to love with her...
"All right, go ahead; I'll try my best for you." She tried her best to relax... relax, unsure how it would feel to be taken this way, an almost impersonal way, almost as if there were a phantom lover, unseen, just felt.
His fingers traveled over her dusky skin, massaging her crack, then slid over her cheeks, moving his hands around, kissing everywhere he went. Her moans increased and she began to move her hips in rhythm with his hand and then he returned his finger to its prize, slipping almost all inside her once virginal prize.
"...oooooooooo..." she moaned as his finger probed her. He continued to slowly move inside, preparing her for this new way to make love. Leaving one finger there, he kissed her neck at just the right spot, bringing her arousal higher still and focusing her attention to his lips as he slipped a second finger in.
"...aaaaaaaaaa..." A sound not of pain but one of astonishment. She had moved her own fingers to her clit and was tweaking it gently and then harder, finally pushing into herself, joining her fingers with his deep inside.
He knew he was harder than ever before. All he could see was that fine chocolate skin beneath his fingers.
Catherine, his beautiful loving Catherine, had wanted to do it during their honeymoon. He knew European girls were supposedly more sophisticated than their American cousins but her request still shocked him. She had been his sixteen-year-old virgin bride, he knew that and yet she had been talking with someone.
Ever since, it had been a pleasant and exciting addition to their lovemaking. He eventually thanked his mother-in-law for her wedding night talk with her daughter. Europeans... ah, even now the memory gave him a greater desire to enter Bethany.
He gently moved between her welcoming open legs and slowly pulled her waist back toward him.
She could feel it touch her. Oh, God, this was it, wasn't it? He was going to take her in the most intimate way possible, something she had heard of but never expected to experience herself. Oh, God, she could feel him starting to slip inside, opening her up and then he was moving deeper, deeper, so easily deeper into her so tight pussy.
"Mmmmmmm... oh, goddamn, Jimmy..."
He waited a moment, not so much for her as for himself. Four years had been a long time and he had no desire to have it finish in a few moments.
He pulled back slowly, gently, pulling her out a little as it was dragged along and then he pushed back in even deeper this time, over and over until almost all of his cock was buried out of sight.
He tried so hard to think of something else, anything else: the mountains, the beaches, the 1919 Sox scandal, anything else but he couldn't except for the image of both women, bared before him, inviting, enticing, demanding...
Moving at a much faster pace, he held her even more tightly against him as he began to force himself harder and harder into her. Her now continuous moans only spurred his need that much more.
He could feel himself almost there, the heat moving from deep inside him and racing to explode into Bethany. She felt him swell even harder, longer, hotter... if any of that was possible. It seemed like nothing was impossible with him.
He knew this was going to be it. She knew this was going to be it. He burst again and again and again, flooding her for the second time in their brief but so intense courtship. Was that what it was? A very strange courtship, working past so many different levels of impossibility... each trying to stop but unable to consider life now without the other.
She had been using her fingers on her clit and came just a few moments later, moaning so loudly this time it woke her sister from her own dreams of love.
They collapsed together onto the sheet. Still buried deep inside, her thighs clenching his cock tightly; he was content to just lie on her, kissing her between her shoulders.
When his heart and breathing had calmed, he heard her saying something...
"...uhhhh... Bethany Rose, are you all right? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I thought you'd like it."
"So, this was doggee style, huh? Can you do it again?" She began stroking in earnest, willing to pretend they would be married some day if it made him happy.
