Her hands ran slid under the heavy linen bedding to touch her belly, and she could remember the way his hands felt there, touching her, caressing her softness.Her hands ran slid under the heavy linen bedding to touch her belly, and she could remember the way his hands felt there, touching her, caressing her softness. It wasn't at all like his. His skin always felt smooth and dry, but underneath his stomach had been tight, strong. As were his limbs. She remembered their wedding night, when she had been so frightened. He hadn't been much better. But after the initial pain, when he had entered her, she had looked up into his worried face and held his powerful arms with her hands and told him she would be okay, he had smiled and they had made love as man and wife should. The happiness she had felt at their joining had caused her to cry afterwards for a long time. And he had been so worried! Her fingers stroked up along her ribcage and over her breasts. She gasped softly as her own hands made small tremors of pleasure run up her spine. When he touched her breasts, he was always so gentle. And his eyes, they were always so full of mischief and happiness. Sometimes he was just like a child exploring a newly beloved toy. As her fingers caressed the dark skin along her collarbone and slid back down the sides of her body, she wondered if she were ever any better. She knew that seeing him naked for the first time had shocked her. She hadn't been prepared for the size of his sex, completely convinced that it would never fit within her own. Yet it had. Her hands passed over her hips and felt the soft whisp of hair between her thighs. The sensation of him within her had told her everything she needed to know about being a woman. And being Aladdin's. That boyish grin of his made her melt with need. She spread her legs a little wider as her fingers slid down over her nether lips to caress between her thighs. |