MAIN COURSE. ALDRIC HADN'T a clue what his beautiful wife meant by that, but he had an inkling. He wrapped one powerful arm around her and then gently rolled her over until she was below him.
He admitted it had been alarming yet wonderous when Quinn had shown him all those erotic techniques in lovemaking. Not to mention the pleasure he had felt; it was beyond anything he had experienced before, especially when she had taken his cock into her mouth.
Once again, the idea that that could be done stunned him. Now it was his turn to pleasure her as she had him. The newly learned methods would not be gone to waste.
"I shouldn't be the only one naked," he said, feeling the desire to see her without a stitch of clothing on overwhelming him.
When he had lifted his gaze from the road code book on the tablet to see Quinn standing there before him in that exotic garment she called lingerie, he had been mesmerized. She looked stunning in it, the outfit showing a lot of her skin while covering up the most important parts from view, teasing him with a promise.
"I suppose you're right," Quinn said. "But since you're the one wanting me nude, why don't you do the work of stripping me?"
She had a teasing, adorable smile on her face, and Aldric felt his heart skip and this sense of thrill rush through him, the likes of which he had never felt before.
"I suppose it is a husband's job to disrobe his wife," he said, eagerly, gently drawing the straps of the bra from Quinn's shoulders.
He didn't know why, but just the process of undressing this beautiful woman was delightful.
Once the straps were down, he held his breath as he continued with the padded area that covered the chest. And then they slid out, a pair of lovely mounds, milky-white with cute pink nipples, and Aldric felt his cock stiffen even more. He feared his cock was now as hard as the steel pole of the lamppost around Norsewood Lodge.
Once he had gotten the bra completely off, he couldn't help it and fervently did what his manly instinct wanted to do, to devour and ravish those beautiful breasts to his heart's content, the same way Quinn had shown him earlier when she had nearly drove him insane with pleasure. He did not know such things could be done with the flesh of the torso, and more so, with the nipples. It marveled him that the little buds could be so sensitive to arousal.
He leaned close and then lightly kissed a nipple, as if testing it. He heard Quinn groaning softly and felt her body arch forward, warm and soft against him. Encouraged by her response, he kissed her again, this time taking the nipple into his mouth. Once again, Quinn groaned, resting her hands on the back of his shoulders, as if urging him to do more.
Aldric did do more. He sucked and toyed with those nipples, as he had learned earlier, and underneath him, Quinn shuddered and squirmed, responses he had never expected to receive from his bed partner.
What he had been used to was anxiety and pain and the shrinking of the body, a sign of repulsion, but this was different. This was new and inviting, a sign of willingness, wanting more, a sign that Quinn wanted him.
Indeed, Quinn had clearly said that she wanted him. She wanted this, and it pleased him, so much so that his heart raced and this sense of happiness, of bliss filled him.
Once he was satisfied with ravishing Quinn's breasts, he trailed sweet, little kisses along her belly and then lower. There, he gazed at the cute panties for a moment, liking the lace design and how it fitted her perfectly, ascending the elegant hips and her woman area.
