Jasper untied the ribbon and lifted the top of the box. Instantly, his laughter filled the room. "You're not going to like this one," he warned, smiling broadly.
"Why?" Clem asked, leaning over the bed to peer into the box. "Oh," she gasped. "She was supposed to burn that for me," she pouted. "I can't believe she did this."
"I can, and I've very thankful I won't have to make another."
"You would have?"
"You bet I would. My hand was stinging pretty badly that day."
"You poor thing," Clem cooed sarcastically.
"That's not a good way to start a marriage, making fun of your husband," Jasper scowled, picking up the paddle and smacking it against his palm. "Ow," he yelled, dramatically shaking his hand.
Clementine laughed. "Exactly, that's why I'm not going to take that kind of thing sitting down."
"Oh, you won't be sitting down," he teased. "Not during and certainly not after."
"Are you really going to spank me with that?" she pouted, sidling up to him and reaching to undo his tie. "I can think of much more pleasant pastimes."
"So can I," he agreed, turning her around so he could unbutton her dress. "I love you so much," he whispered, baring her shoulder and kissing it. Sliding his hands down the front of her loosened dress, he cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Clem moaned, tipping her head back and sagging against him.
"God, I adore your new breasts," he groaned, pushing the dress down farther and baring her to the waist. Circling her, he bent and suckled her nipple, clutching her bottom to steady her as her knees shook.
"Don't get used to them," she breathed. "I understand that after the baby, they will go back to normal."
"Not for a good long while," he murmured, switching to her other nipple. "As long as you're nursing our child, I intend to enjoy the bounty." Kneeling, he pushed her dress over her hips and kissed her belly gently.
"Jasper," she cried, holding his head close to her and stroking his dark hair. "I love you so."
Rising, he swiftly finished undressing her and placed her on the bed. He stripped slowly, almost teasing her until, in frustration, she began to pinch her nipple.
"Good lord," he cried, tearing off the rest of his clothes as she watched him, smiling. "Who taught you that?" he demanded, diving onto the bed.
"Opal; she said sometimes it's a way to sort of speed things along. Apparently men like to see a woman touching herself."
"Is that so? And what else did she teach you, Miss Fancy Pants," he growled, plucking her other nipple.
"Well, she really only told me about some of the other things. I haven't had time to try them out," Clementine sighed sadly.
"Like what?" he asked.
Clem rolled to her tummy and scooted down the bed.
"She said most men like it when a woman does this," she said, giggling before taking his hard shaft in her hand and touching her tongue to it.
"Really?" Jasper choked out.
"Yes, really," she insisted softly, "but they especially like it when she licks them. Sort of like this," she demonstrated.
"Ah, I see," he panted. "Anything else?" he asked with a deep throaty groan.
"Well," she drawled, pushing her long hair behind her and bending her head. "I imagine a man who likes those things would also enjoy this," she cooed, taking him in her mouth fully. Stroking him with her tongue until he began to shake, she started sucking, drawing him in as deeply as she could before releasing him with pop.
"Was Opal right?" she asked, grinning.
"Oh God yes; remind me to buy her a very expensive present," he sighed. "More please."
Clementine obliged until he suddenly stopped her, pulling her up his body until she was astride his hips.
"I can't take anymore, baby," he growled, lifting her hips until she was positioned over him. "I hope you're ready."
"I am," she purred, swiveling her hips so he could feel her gliding across the tip of his cock.
With a mighty cry, Jasper pulled her down on him. Holding her firmly in place, he threw his head back, his breathing ragged. "I may die tonight," he rasped out.
Clementine giggled and wiggled her bottom.
"Stop that," he ordered, slapping her bottom cheek and pulling her down to kiss her. "I'd prefer if our first marital joining wasn't over in thirty seconds. What other wicked little things did Opal and the others tell you about? Wait, don't tell me," he pleaded. "I think that conversation is best left to a less intense time."
Releasing her hips, he slid his hands up her sides until they reached her breasts where he proceeded to tease and torment her tender buds until she was wiggling incessantly on his well seated cock.
"Can't you be still?" he teased, letting one nipple go in favor of zeroing in on her clit, charmingly visible and oh so available between her spread thighs.
"No," Clem wailed, "not when you're doing that and are so deep inside me."
"Do I need to get my new present?" he asked, eyeing her speculatively.
Clem froze her brown eyes wide.
"I'll try to be still," she whimpered with a pout.