"Oi, no laughing at your husband!" he declared, "or I might have to punish you." The threat would have carried more weight if he hadn't been laughing himself. He was laughing not only at their apparent lack of grace but also at the realization that this, that being with her was simply fun in a way he'd almost forgotten could happen. And, if he was honest with himself, this was also fulfilling a wish he'd had almost since he truly understood what sex was supposed to be.
His laughter died away into something closer to awe as he stretched out on the bed and took in completely the sight of the woman kneeling above him. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the privilege of meeting," he said. There was no flattery in his voice; it was a simple statement of fact.
His hands were on her hips so it was the simplest thing in the world to slide his hands up along her, fingers splayed to touch as much of her as possible until his thumbs rested against the bottom band of her bra. "I like that color. It suits you," he murmured, stretching up to explore the lacey edges of those cups with his mouth. The nervousness that had plagued him had faded entirely at the first touch of her flesh against his. This was too right a thing to be clouded with foolish nerves.