After a visit to his parents, we'd established a pattern of current- events discussion at table. It's part of being a family. When we got to the bedroom, Bob checked out the surfaces. I simply stared at the bed. I had entered marriage fully determined to satisfy all Bob's sexual needs and expecting to enjoy doing so.
Sexuality is one thing, sensuality is another.
That bed was where I had learned the difference, and where Bob had enticed me into sensuality. The night before had exemplified that. Bob had kissed me everywhere, ending in his favorite place. His hands, lips and tongue had teased me until I writhed in anticipation, then had guided me through spasming satisfaction to exhausted repletion. I recovered in his arms, feeling the hot hardness of his desire on my thigh.