[It's his touch that makes her whimper lightly, feeling the difference in how she touches to how he does. His hand is wider, more calloused than her gentle, thin fingers, and it makes her think of what else could be there instead. Eyes flutter for a moment before he's dipping back down to kiss her, and she can't help the soft hum against his lips before he's biting hers.
Hips rock forward, and there's something to being able to touch herself with him, legs spread and showing him. It feels dirtier, like she shouldn't, but he is her husband now, so really she is happy to show him all of her, all of what she knows, and perhaps learn something from him.]
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Hips rock forward, and there's something to being able to touch herself with him, legs spread and showing him. It feels dirtier, like she shouldn't, but he is her husband now, so really she is happy to show him all of her, all of what she knows, and perhaps learn something from him.]