Mail Order Melody by Kirsten Osbourne

Sundays off for the Sabbath, but that's the only time."
    "Give me a few minutes to get ready." She left the room quickly, hurrying up the stairs. She was always worried he'd come into the room while she was washing up and putting her nightgown on.
    After cleaning up, she slipped between the sheets, already quivering with anticipation. Every night when he climbed into bed beside her, he'd kiss her and stroke her and do everything he could to make her feel like the most beautiful woman alive. Tonight would be no different she was certain.
    Calvin walked slowly up the stairs to their bedroom, making certain to give her enough time to change, but knowing he was going to do things a bit differently that night. Every night so far, he'd turned down the lamp before getting undressed and going to bed. Tonight, he was going to leave the light on and look at her lovely body as he touched her.
    He knocked on the door and went in, moving to the water bowl. He pulled his shirt out of his pants without looking at her, but he knew she was watching him. He could feel her heated gaze on his skin. He removed his shirt, dropping it to the floor as he made use of the water in the bowl. When he unfastened his pants and dropped them he heard her gasp, but he didn't look her way.
    Finally he turned to walk over to the bed and found her staring at him, her eyes glued to his erection. He expected to see a bit of fear in them, but not his sweet Eliza. No, she was looking at him with appreciation. There was no doubt in his mind then that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He wasn't going to stop tonight unless she asked him to. He wanted to be inside her, and she knew him well enough now to know he wouldn't hurt her. He said a quick prayer that she wouldn't ask him to stop.
    Eliza was surprised that he hadn't turned off the light, but she enjoyed the view of his long, lean body the glow from the lamp afforded her. She studied every inch of his bare skin, pleased to finally be able to look at him. She watched as he climbed into bed beside her, holding her breath as he moved to the middle of the bed as always and pulled her against him.
    He hadn't been overly appreciative of her voice, which had surprised her, but she knew what her man wanted. She got onto her knees on the bed, and pulled her nightgown over her head, tossing it to the floor. Being that bold went against her nature and everything inside her, but she didn't care. He had been good to her, hiding her from her fears and being gentle when she'd messed up. She would give him the gift he'd been waiting for a week and a half early.
    Calvin stared at her pink-tipped breasts, swallowing hard. He wanted to touch her. He needed to touch her. He got to his knees facing her, his hands reaching out to stroke down the sides of her breasts and over her slightly rounded stomach. "You're so beautiful."
    She smiled, her hand stroking his cheek. "I'm a little rounder than most men like."
    He shrugged. "I think you're perfect just the way you are." One hand stroked her breast, the thumb teasing her nipple. The other went straight down to her knee and gently moved up toward the juncture of her thighs. "I have to touch you."
    Eliza nodded, her hands going out to grip his shoulders.
    'Touch me anywhere."
    He took her at her word, his hand going up to her core, one finger gently toying with her nub. "Spread your legs for me a little, sweetheart," he mumbled, his lips going to the side of her neck to distract her from what his hand was doing between her legs.
    As soon as she moved her legs apart, his finger moved down, finding her center, and gliding gently inside. She was so tight around his finger, he almost groaned, wanting desperately to feel her gripping his manhood the same way she gripped his finger so tightly.
    Eliza let out a low moan as his finger slid inside her. She'd never even dared to touch herself there, and this man, whom she'd only known for a few days, had his finger inside her. Her lips