I do not think about whether or not I am doing it, and the men react.I do not think about whether or not I am doing it, and the men react. Please do not be jealous of me." Damn. She knew what I was feeling, even before I could put _my_ finger on it. "There is much more for you to learn, my dear husband. Please be patient with me, for I am learning about your world, too. We have a long time to- gether ahead of us, so we will both need to be at ease with our two worlds." We kissed sweetly. "Now, however, I wish to dance. The music is starting. Will you dance with your Countess?" Victoria asked, curtsying graciously. I let her lead me back inside to the dance floor. We danced to the slow music, my hands gently resting in the small of her back while her arms hung limply around my neck. We were interrupted by a handsome young man. "May I cut in, Count?" he asked. Just as I opened my mouth to say "yes" and prove that I wasn't jealous of the consequences of Victoria's attractiveness, she replied, "No, you may not." The response was _very_ definite. I had been ready to let the man dance with my wife. She pulled me closer, burying her head in my neck. "As guests of honor, we can not leave early. But as soon as music stops, we will go to the beach," she murmured, grinding her pelvis into mine to emphasize the nature of her request. I stiffened immediately in response. The party got extremely tedious and boring after that. Finally, the band said, "Thank you, and good night." Our good-byes were said with haste; we probably offended some of the guests. As soon as the front door shut, Victoria and I ran down the steps to the beach, not bo- thering to change. The clothes were covered with sand as we gleefully tossed them away. Victoria ran giggling into the sea. I caught up with her, then kissed her in ankle-deep water. Our kiss was eager, expressing our hunger for each other. |