Laura kissed me again with even greater warmth than before, and while she was thus engaged she slipped one of her soft hands in the opening of my night-chemise, and I felt it descend on one of my breasts. When I felt this, a trembling seized my limbs and I pressed her convulsively to my heart.
"What a voluptuous girl you are, Kate," she said, molding my breasts and titillating my nipples. "You set me on fire."
"I never felt so happy in my life, Laura. I could live and die in your arms."
I now carried my hand to her globes of alabaster and pressed and molded them, imitating her in all her actions. Nay, more, I turned down the bedclothes and, unbuttoning her nightdress in front, I exposed those charming, snowy hillocks to my delighted gaze. The light of the lamp shone directly upon them, and I was never tired of admiring the whiteness, firmness and splendid development of those glowing semiglobes. I buried my face between them and pressed a thousand kisses on the soft velvet surface.
"Why Kate, you are a perfect volcano," said Laura, trembling under my embraces, "and I have been laboring under the delusion that you were an icicle."
"I was an icicle, darling, but now I have been melted by your charms."
"What a happy man your husband will be," said Laura.
"Happy-why?"
"To enfold such a glorious creature as you in his embrace. If you take so much delight with one of your own sex, what will you do when clasped in a man's arms?"
"You are jesting, Laura. Do you suppose for a moment that I will ever allow a man to kiss and embrace me as you do?"