As he undresses himself, he's well aware of her curious gaze on his body. It only made him more desirous to take her long and hard. Those innocent eyes are so wide, as she looks at her naked husband for the first time.

Ingrid's gaze fell on his distended manhood, open-mouthed, and immediately she shyly look away, blus.h.i.+ng. But then her curiosity creeps in, she gradually looked back at his face, then dropped her gaze back down and then back up again, almost as if she were asking him a thousand questions with that one look.

"Do you like what you see, wife?" he asked when her gaze returned to his face.

She licked her lips, the movement so affective and erotic that he groaned. She didn't reply immediately and seems like he waited for years before he heard her answer.

"Ye-yes," she stammered. "Such a beautiful sight –err – your body."

He strolled forward and then leaned her back, dipping her onto the bed as he appeared over her. He swayed his body, imitating the s.h.i.+ft of being inside her rubbing over her soft, feminine flesh. He enjoyed the feel of her against his erection. But he knew she wasn't prepared for him, yet. It'll take time to make her ready, but he would enjoy every moment of it.

It had been a long while since he'd last given in to his urges. He's not ignorant in this act as he himself indulged in it to a few women. But it all lacked two things. Love. Intimacy. That feeling of closeness. Since his past experiences were more of taking pleasures than giving it.

For Clifford this moment is paradise. He knew without a doubt that there'd never be another woman who had such an effect on him, who could make him nervous with desire just with her simple look.

He took liberty in pleasuring his woman. His wife. The only woman he vowed to love and protect as long as he's breathing. As he delves into her body, he noticed of st.i.tches on her tummy, almost fading.

"Clifford," he heard her calling his name, weakly.

Her legs had begun to shudder. He knew she's ready and that now is the best time, but he hated what will happen next. He checked her entrance and he's bewildered on her tightness. He's caught with a question.

'Is she...? I thought...?' He gulps at his discovery.

She's so ready for him but no matter how prepared she is, no matter how much she might want fulfillment, what he would do would hurt her.

"It will be painful at first, my love. I'll be gentle, I promise."

Ingrid knew what is about to happen since she would often hear from acquaintances that it's painful at first but paradise after and beyond. She reached for him, putting her hands on his face.

"I think it will be wonderful," she whispered.

Though he disagreed, but he's happy she wasn't terrified.

Carefully, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward the tiniest bit, testing her resistance. Her eyes widened and her hands fell to his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. Then she winced and at that precise moment, he pushed through with one forceful stroke, seating himself inside her.

Her painful cry sends dagger to his heart.

He went completely still, allowing her to adjust to his invasion. He kissed her face, her forehead, her eyes and nose, any part of her he could reach.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. It will end soon." He whispers words of comfort when he saw that his wife bit her lower lip.

After a moment she stirred under him, moving restlessly as if trying to ease the pressure between her legs.

"Is it alright if I move now?" he asked. "I won't move until you say yes."

"Maybe just a little," she said hesitantly.

He smiled and then withdrew the barest of inches. It was the most exquisite torture imaginable. Buried inside her and yet unable to do more than move the tiniest amount.

"Does it still hurt?" She shook her head. He knew she lied. Making much effort to hid her discomfort just to please him.

"Move with me," he said as he slid forward once more. "Wrap your legs around me. Hold me close, my love."

Shyly she wrapped her legs around his hips. He closed his eyes and her hands slid warmly over his chest and to his shoulders. There was nothing more pleasurable than her touch. He needed it. Desired it more than anything.

"Ingrid... Ingrid..." he whispered as he lost himself in the sweetness of her embrace.

Slowly he melted over her body, his flesh conforming to hers as they both struggled to catch their breath.

He pulled her and held her closer to him. Their bodies are still connected which gives him satisfaction to remain in her for as long as possible.

Clifford is completely at peace, body and soul. He finds comfort with a woman who was more than just a warm, willing body to lie with. His mother admonishes him when he's young that the act of love making isn't just the union of two bodies, but as well their soul. Two becoming one. He hadn't expected such a thing.

As he glanced down at her, he couldn't imagine it any other way. He couldn't imagine his life without her. He kissed his wife's forehead while he's still captivated at the beauty of this moment.