Winnie came home to an empty apartment. She wasn’t surprised. They were both supposed to be at practice. Joel wasn’t due home for two hours. What was she thinking coming home early? What was she supposed to do now? Pace the floor while waiting for him? And what was she supposed to do when he walked in the door? Blurt it out?
“Hi, sweetie, did you have a nice day? Can we try again to have sex?” She tested the words out loud and felt silly.
She thought about ways she could show him her desires rather than tell him. Looking around their living room with its brand-new furniture and tastefully muted decorations, she noticed a couple of candles. Perfect!
Winnie took the candles into the bedroom where she set them on the table by the lamp and used a match to light them. What else?
Her underwear drawer had lingerie with the tags still in place, so she found scissors and snipped off the little plastics then laid the lacy garments across the bed.
Then she remembered that little blue and purple box unopened in the drawer of the bedside table. She snickered at the main marketing message, “Looking to spice up your sex life? Yeah, right. More like start our sex life.” She kept reading out loud even though she was the only person in the room. “Tingling sensations for her, warming sensations for him. Together, they’ll give you both thrills and chills. Humph, I don’t care about thrills and chills. I just don’t want it to hurt.”
“I promise not to hurt you again,” Joel said from the doorway of their bedroom.
“Ah! You startled me! I didn’t hear you come in.” Winnie put her hand to her heart, not as much embarrassed to be caught reading the marketing material on a box of personal lubricant as she was shocked to see him. “You’re home early.”
“You as well.” He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe. “Looks like you came home for the same reason I did. You beat me to the whole lighting-the-candles thing.”
“Great minds think alike.” Winnie giggled and held up the little blue and purple box. “Shall I keep reading?”
“I think you and I can figure out the rest without the instruction manual.” Joel pushed away from the door and walked slowly forward.
“I was going to put on lingerie too.” Winnie gulped.
“Might as well leave it off because it won’t be on long.” Joel stood in front of her and placed both hands on her hips. His eyes smoldered with desire.
“Are you as nervous as I am?” Winnie asked.
“Probably not,” Joel said, shaking his head slowly. “But I’m not the one who was in pain the first time.” He reached around the back of her head and pulled off the scrunchie that was holding her bun in place, releasing her hair so that it fell across her shoulders.
The fragrance of her shampoo wafted into the air and for some reason that alone made her sigh and relax. Like comfort food or warm socks.
“You should wear your hair down more often.” Joel’s voice was husky as he laced his fingers into the hair as the nape of her neck.
“Okay,” she squeaked out, surrendering into his arms.
Joel lifted and cradled her all the way onto the bed, lying down next to her and propping himself up on one elbow. “I love being married to you.”
“I love being married to you, also.”
“I know I’ve said many times that there’s more to marriage than sex, but I think we need to try again. I want to be connected to you in every way physically possible.”
“Me too,” she whispered.
“My darling, with your permission, I’d like to make love to you slowly, carefully, and methodically. And I promise not to hurt you this time.”
“I trust you.” Winnie laid back onto the comforter and waited for his lips to join with hers.
She didn’t have to wait very long.
They barely left their bed for two days.
Book Club Discussion Question: Do I torture my characters? Making them wait TWO WEEKS after their wedding to finally have sex?