[She's transfixed as she watches him, attention rapt as she takes in his body language and the look on his face. It makes her flush with warmth and desire, and she thinks that the sight of her husband feeling pleasure at her hand will always be the most beautiful sight on Earth. Her inexperience couldn't take away her pride in knowing that she was enough for him, and it couldn't hinder the fact that instinct guided her to be exactly what he needs.
He tells her that she should use her mouth, and there's a moment or two where she feels nervous. But he sounds so desperate for her, so needy for her mouth, that she doesn't allow herself to hesitate for long. He needs her, and she doesn't think she can deny him anything.
It takes some slight fumbling before she's leaning down enough, her body bent at an awkward angle. Her hand is still slowly stroking along his length, but she parts her lips and guides his cock to slip into her mouth.
...it's a really uncomfortable position to try and do this in. But she does give a tentative little suck before she pulls back, cheeks dark red as she nervously laughs at herself.]
Maybe I could get on the floor, and you can go to the edge of the bed?
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He tells her that she should use her mouth, and there's a moment or two where she feels nervous. But he sounds so desperate for her, so needy for her mouth, that she doesn't allow herself to hesitate for long. He needs her, and she doesn't think she can deny him anything.
It takes some slight fumbling before she's leaning down enough, her body bent at an awkward angle. Her hand is still slowly stroking along his length, but she parts her lips and guides his cock to slip into her mouth.
...it's a really uncomfortable position to try and do this in. But she does give a tentative little suck before she pulls back, cheeks dark red as she nervously laughs at herself.]
Maybe I could get on the floor, and you can go to the edge of the bed?