Reaching his place in the barn, he set her down on her feet. Her arms stayed around his neck and she leaned into his chest. He murmured against her lips, 'Are you sure?'
'Yes.....I want............. I need....you. I don't know how.............' Leanna whispered, the longing and need in her voice as well as her words. 'Tell me..........' her voice trailed off, unsure of what was expected.
'Have you ever been with a man?' James asked, not sure if it would matter, but he needed to know.
'No. I've only been kissed twice. Once when I was seventeen a boy kissed me and tried to touch....my.....breast. I didn't let him though. And the other time, this man wanted to marry me but I didn't like him and he forced himself on me.' Leanna giggled 'I kicked him.....there.....he let go of me and left.'
James felt an instant dislike for the unknown man and at the same time, proud of Leanna for defending herself. He chuckled softly. Running his hands over her back, he said with some amusement, 'So does that mean you like me then?'
'Oh, I think I like you very much.' She said as she looked up into his eyes. A small smile played around her mouth and reached her eyes. He smiled back and lowered his mouth to hers.
The kiss started slowly, softly but soon started to build. He deepened it further and coaxed her lips open using his tongue to taste and explore. He was surprised and pleased when she returned the kiss. Her hands - one behind his neck and one on his shoulder - grasped him with an unspoken urgency that told him to continue.
Starting at the neck, he began to unbutton her dress. His thumb and forefinger flicking the tiny buttons though the equally tiny holes. By the time he had unbuttoned them all, she took it upon herself to start unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers became clumsy and she had difficulty with each one but he let her do it herself. With last button between them undone, he stepped back.
Sitting Leanna down on a bench, he untied her shoes and removed them. Her stockings were silky smooth over her shapely calves. He brought her foot up onto his thigh as he knelt before her and allowed himself to caress her leg - roaming up the back of her calf and then sliding up her thigh to the top of her stocking. He felt for and found the garter and released it. Slowly and carefully her rolled the stocking over her leg, feeling the smoothness of her skin. He repeated the procedure, with slow patience, on the other leg. When both were bare, he started at her feet, kissing his way up to her knees. Pushing her dress upwards as he went, he slipped his hands underneath and felt the silk undergarment she wore. Leaving it, he stood before her and removed his shirt.