If Rupert didn’t have those walls in his mind, it would only take one real kiss to the correct spot to make everything go to a different path. She was probably right about guiding him to do different things but she didn’t know where to stop. One day, during the rest of their marriage, they might see that day as one of their fortunate days, if they manage to learn from it.
That night they didn’t have plans. They kissed passionately, forgot their ritual and undresses each other. Rupert didn’t even think much when he was taking off her bra and feeling her breasts. They were completely naked. He took his time to observe, caress and squeeze them gently and hesitantly, looking at her face to see if he was hurting her. He wasn’t. She was blushing with varying tones of red, looking at him in lust. He couldn’t stand anymore and kissed her breast.
That was an incredible feeling. The most beautiful part of her was this thing. It was beautiful and it felt great. He slowly lay her down on the bed and spent a long time savoring those beauties. The light was on. He memorized every square inch of those soft, juicy, shape shifting creatures. He loved them. He was going to love them forever. He moved to her neck, then her lips.
They made out for a long time and when he felt her body moving like a snake under him, he couldn’t control himself and came. He fell into pieces. Greta wasn’t going to let him be upset this time. She was going to help her husband to accept that as she did. They had to live with that, so she was going to assure him that this was not a big deal.
She quickly held him and rolled over him. She started to kiss him gently, looking in his sad eyes with compassion. She kissed his forehead, eyes, cheeks, lips. She didn’t let him feel bad this time. He was feeling better because she was there for him, she was there for them. He got it all wrong. That feeling, the one he was feeling at that moment, that was love. They lied down beside each other, spent time enjoying their no-goal but content coupledom time.
Rupert taught her a few words to her and it was the beginning of a fun game for both of them.
“Bos-om” holding her breast.
“Buzz-om” Greta replied.
Rupert shouted “Correct!” She got a kiss on her breast as a reward.
“Bed, pil-low” showing them.
“Bed, pil-low” she replied. Rupert clapped his hands.
Greta was looking at him as if she was waiting something.
“What?” Rupert asked.
She took the pillow and held it in front of his face.
“What?” Rupert didn’t understand.
“Kiss. Correct!” Greta said smiling.
He took the pillow and threw it away before jumping over her. She was giggling and he was kissing her as she did to him, her lips, eyes, nose, neck and of course, her breasts. When he sat on his knees, she was looking at him, blushed again.
Rupert loved those red cheeks, she looked innocent and naughty at the same time and he thought that nobody could be that beautiful.
“What?” he asked.
She looked down, at his crotch.
He looked down to see what made her blush.
He was standing there like a Priapus statue with that phallus symbol. This time they weren’t feeling anxious or hesitant.
Greta parted her legs, inviting her husband to have what was his. Rupert, on the other hand, instead of taking his position, he leaned over her, started to kiss his woman, not rushing into anything, took his time to love her. He moved down kissing her breasts and belly before taking his position.
Greta didn’t even think whether he was going to kiss her pussy or not, she didn’t care anymore because she already solved their problem. She didn’t have an agenda anymore. That was going to be their way of making love.
Rupert looked at her to see if she was feeling ready.
She pointed to her pussy, showing her fingers to him. He understood that she needed him to play with her before entering her.
He knew what to do. His both hands had different tasks. One on the magical button, the other on and in everywhere. He was observing everything in full detail for the first time. He was right, the passage was there and the curtains weren’t covering it completely. It looked like an open wound, as if it was going to hurt if he touched her there. But he knew it wasn’t hurting, she was loving it.