"I had a guess, my love" Claude whispered as his hand left her womanhood and his finger came back to her. He was lightly drawing circles on the crease where her legs met her pelvis and feather lightly brushing over the soft folds of her lips. The hand that was cupping her breast began to gentle massage the undersides of both breasts, taking turns as Claude nibbled on her neck. Stella's body was perfect in every way and he couldn't help but touch her like this. Claude could smell the little bit of blood and was concerned that he'd hurt he stitches. Moving his head to look at her side, he was puzzled at the lack of blood. "Are you okay? Should I not?" He asked, truly worried about his wife