With her disgusting, snippy, Boston upbringing, he knew that to force himself upon her would only have meant their breakup, and certainly had they not married when they did, he surely would have done just that. But dammit, he did love her very much, and truly, he had wanted anything but to destroy their relationship by some uncontrollable act that he would only commit in the heat of passion.
And that's exactly what I did. I went crazy!
God almighty, if she hadn't slipped on that flimsy, hip-length nightie… and that damned, breathtaking body that was almost too perfect…!
It was as if he could see her now, standing there, her magnificent figure a lovely thing of art. Of course, he'd seen her before in a bikini… but never this way. Each sensuous detail of her nakedness had been resplendently clear, from her erotic pink nipples, downward to the delicate triangle of soft, golden pubic hair nestling intriguingly below her soft white virginal belly. And suddenly, nothing else had mattered but plunging his aching cock into that tantalizing flesh. He saw her not as his exquisite Janet, but as a woman, a woman legally his own and whom he had to have at that moment regardless of the cost. Nothing else had mattered!
"Darling… do I please you?" she had said, her voice almost as gossamery as the brief negligee she wore.
Christ! I couldn't speak. What a hell of an animal sound I must have made when I reached for her, dragging her roughly down to me… ripping that garment away like so much tissue paper…!