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Subject: REPOST: Healing Jess pt2

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Date: Mon, 20 Jan 1997 03:58:18 GMT



 

 

                             Healing Jess

                                Part 3

                              By: Liette

 

      Locking the bedroom door, Kevin leaned his forehead against the

 polished wood and drew a deep, shaky breath.  God, he had such a

raging

 hard on!  It was all he could do not to ravish her on the spot.  She

was

 so beautiful!  So absolutely adorable beyond words, all diapered and

tied

 as she was.  It had been a nagging little fantasy of his for some

time

 and he was delighted with the opportunity to see it enacted.  Though

he

 knew how his petite auburn haired wife felt, that somehow made it all

the

 more satisfying.  She was in need of a little mental discomfort at

the

 moment.

     Pulling back from the door, Kevin felt the demanding urges of his

 body recede immediately.  The memory of the mental anguish she had

 already caused him was more effective than any cold shower.  He

turned

 and headed for the stairs intent on finding a calming glass of wine.

      Jessica might not have taken Marcus seriously, he thought,

dimming

 the hallway lights and starting down, dismissing him with ridiculous

 offhandedness because of his choice of treatments, but Kevin had and

had

 learned in the course of it that his determined little wife wasn't

nearly

 as invulnerable as she believed.  Though the ailment itself might not

be

 overly threatening, despite its painful discomfort, by ignoring it,

she

 had opened herself to the risk off all kinds of nasty side infections

 that might have caused her permanent injury, or far worse.

      Kevin's hand clenched around the smooth wood of the handrail,

 halting his descent.  That thought was enough to weaken his knees.

He

 adored Jessica, loved her more than life itself, and the thought of

 losing her, especially to something so preventable, was something he

 couldn't bear.  He had felt that way about her since the moment he'd

laid

 eyes on her.  Standing on the dock at Lake Tahoe, watching the slim

girl

 in cut off shorts balance precariously to wiggle her toes

experimentally

 in the frigid water, he had thought her the most beautiful creature

he

 had ever seen and had instantly feared for her safety.  And he still

did.

 He would repeat the events of tonight a million times if that's what

it

 took to keep her safely by his side.

      But that wasn't enough, he thought, finally working his way back

to

 his study, not for Jess.  Sitting behind the desk he poured another

glass

 of wine from the crystal decanter and leaned back to kick his feet up

on

 the corner.  He smiled to himself.  He had kept his calm all the way

 through lunch at the country club, admirably so under the

circumstances,

 all the while confidently pretending that Jessica had simply lacked

the

 time to tell him all the details of her visit.  Yes, he had assured

after

 

 Marcus's genuinely concerned query, he was sure she had gotten all

she

 would need, but since she could be so bashful about such things,

maybe

 he wouldn't mind filling her husband in on just what exactly she was

 supposed to be doing.  He had and after bidding his kindly old friend

a

 fond farewell, Kevin had nearly killed himself racing to the art

gallery

 she managed with the intent on dragging her home.  It wasn't until he

had

 nearly run off the road that he had begun to think clearly enough to

 realize he could come up with a much better plan.  So he had stopped

to

 call her, giving his excuses, made a few stops, and returned to their

 hilltop estate.

     "Jess, Jess, Jess," he murmured aloud.  Trinity appeared to leap

into

 his lap, hoping for attention.  Kevin rubbed his silvery gray ears.

 "You're mama's quite a little minx," he informed the coddled animal.

 "Too stubborn for her own good.  But I think we can do something to

cure

 her of that."

      Indeed, Kevin Kenhill saw some definite changes for the near

future.

 He and Jessica had a good relationship, wonderful in fact, but her

 negligence for her own welfare had brought more prominently to the

 surface his need to take care of her.  He always had, subtly of

course

 for the sake of her pride, but maybe it was time to be more direct

about

 it, to show her openly how much he needed to make sure she was happy

and

 safe.  Still, such a change wouldn't come easily.  He would have to

 instigate it carefully, testing the very limits of what she would be

 willing to accept.  He had already made the first move tonight, with

 great success he felt, but had to proceed with caution.  He couldn't

risk

 driving her away, yet at the same time couldn't allow her to know

that

 she herself had the power of controlling just how far he would go.

     A dilemma, a challenge, and one he pondered with an odd sense of

 excitement.  He couldn't deny the fact that his feelings of

 protectiveness and her submission to them were terribly arousing.

 Proving that point, Trinity mewed annoyance at the growing hardness

 beneath him and retreated to the floor.

      Just as well, Kevin thought, setting his empty glass aside.  He

was

 hungry and still had work to do.  The master bath was a mess and his

wife

 was sure to be nearing the deepest part of her partially drug induced

 slumber.  He would just grab a quick bite and then go see how she was

 doing.

 

      His appetite sated, Kevin Kenhill climbed the sweeping staircase

and

 returned to the master bedroom.  Entering quietly and relocking the

door

 - a good habit to get into over the next few days - he went to his

wife's

 side.

      Jessica was sleeping soundly.  Her arms were tucked around the

puffy

 pillow and she had managed to turn her body sideways, pulling her

knees

 up as far as the leather straps would allow.  Kevin wasn't

particularly

 pleased to see the dried tears on her face, but felt that maybe such

a

 release had done her some good.  She had been so tense with worry

lately,

 making her wince frequently at the pain it caused to her insides.

      But that was a thing of the past, he vowed, going to sit beside

her

 and stroke her fine auburn hair.  Then, unable to resist, he

carefully

 peeled back the blanket and swept it to the end of the bed.

      God, she looked so cute like this!  Curled on her side, her face

 sleep pinked, and her pampered bottom thrust slightly out.  Like a

little

 angle.  His sleeping baby.

      Convinced that such a sight shouldn't be lost, he quickly went

to

 his dresser and retrieved their polaroid camera.  Turning the lights

up

 a little higher, he circled the bed and snapped her from several

angles.

 They often did this to each other, not only during lessons, and he

 already had a rather extensive collection of pictures of her.  He

tucked

 his newest prizes carefully in his shirt pocket to show her at a

later

 date.  Then, putting the camera away, he tucked the blanket back

around

 her and went to tend to the bath.

      It wasn't much later that Kevin returned, carrying a brown paper

bag

 from the drugstore under his arm, a glass of warm water, and several

of

 the fluffy pink towels.  He set the bag on the floor, the glass on

the

 night stand, and the towels at the end of the bed.  Then he untied

his

 beautiful sleeping baby and rolled her to her back.

      Jessica didn't stir and, just be sure, Kevin patted her face a

few

 times and called her name.  No response.  Pleased, he retied her

arms,

 shortening the leads to restrict all but the most limited movement -

no

 need to be incautious - and spread her legs.  She shifted and he

froze,

 but she stilled again almost immediately.  Satisfied, he retied her

legs,

 also on a short lead, and unfastened the diaper, taking a moment to

trace

 the adorable little patterns.  Smiling he pulled it away and, lifting

her

 bottom, slid the towels beneath her, creating an absorbent barrier as

 well as raising her several inches for better access.  She moved

again,

 pulling the tethers and rolled her hips away.

      Frowning, Kevin realized he couldn't proceed if she was going to

be

 restless.  After a moment's consideration he rose again and went his

 closet.  From their special "toy box" at the rear, he retrieved one

of

 his favorites, a sturdy graphite composite spreader bar with duel

leather

 cuffs and brass buckles.  Back on the bed he put his wife back on her

 back and fastened the cuffs to her knees, the intervening rod keeping

her

 flat.  Then, he reached for the bag.

      From inside the brown crinkly paper, Kevin began to remove

several

 objects.  The first was a thin blue and pink capsule that he dropped

to

 the side.  That was for tomorrow.  The next was a packet of stylish

Lady

 Bic razors, followed by a can of feminine shaving gel, a bottle of

baby

 lotion, and a squeeze container of talcum powder.  Everything he

would

 need.

      Touching the curly dark hair between her legs, Kevin shifted his

 gaze to his wife's peacefully unknowing face.  Should he really be

doing

 this? the question came.  It wasn't as if they had never discussed

it,

 or even decided on doing it, but always before one or the other of

them

 had backed out.  She really did have such pretty curls and though it

 wasn't permanent, it was still enduring and right now, done without

her

 knowledge, would be pushing the limits of his rights with her.  The

 spoken rule had always been that he could do anything he wanted that

 wouldn't have permanent effect, whether she liked it or not, but with

the

 unspoken agreement that he would use good judgement.

      Eventually the debate swung in his favor, mostly because his

 throbbing manhood seemed to favor the idea considerably, and he

 pronounced to himself that he was well within his rights, and his

reason.

 Happily, he squirted a dab of jell onto his palm and rubbed it into a

 rich lather.  Relishing the feel, he smoothed it over her mound,

between

 her thighs, and down around her exposed anus.  After wiping his

hands,

 he uncapped the first razor.  Gritting his teeth against a final

twinge

 of loss, he brought it to the edge of her hairline and made the first

 careful stroke downward.  Lathered curls parted and gave, leaving a

wake

 of pearly pink flesh.

      Kevin Kenhill nearly came on the spot.

      "Blessed Mary!" he groaned softly, painfully aware that he

didn't

 dare risk running for a cold shower.  Even in unconsciousness it

seemed

 his wife was having revenge.

      He bite his lip and kept going.

      Stroke after stroke revealed more and more of her hidden beauty

and

 Kevin blissfully, torturously, dwelled on each and every moment of

it.

 He paused frequently to rinse the Bic with quick swishes in the warm

 water or to exchange it for a fresh one when it become too clogged or

 dull, but all too soon he was down to the fine curling wisps that

tickled

 her puckered back entrance.  Parting her cheeks, he gave them extra

care,

 removing them almost reverently.

     This was a part of her he considered very special, especially

after

 what he had revealed earlier.  Kevin had always been aroused by anal

 manipulation, whether it was simple fondling or actual penetration.

The

 truth was, he loved anal sex and had found by trial that it provided

some

 his more memorable experiences.  It was only out of the love he had

for

 his wife that he had respected her wishes and never pursued that

 potential part of their relationship.

      Until tonight.

      Thinking of the enema he would soon be giving her had kept Kevin

on

 the edge of arousal all afternoon.  The thought of finally touching

her,

 of probing her most guarded and forbidden depths, of filling her with

the

 warm fluid, had driven him nearly crazy with desire.  But it had been

a

 desire threaded with guilt because he already knew what her reaction

was

 likely to be.  Jessica would hate every moment of it.

      Or so he had thought.

      When Kevin had noticed his wife moistening conspicuously during

his

 initial probe to lubricate her, he had been surprised and then

pleased.

 Perhaps she did share his eroticism, holding back only because of

some

 preconceived notion, or experience.

      The latter, or more likely a combination of the two, he thought

now,

 reliving the tell tale events.  She hadn't wanted to admit her

desires.

 It was only after he had captured and tapped them, mercilessly

 manipulating them, that she had given up denial and surrendered to

 pleasure.  In an explosive orgasm that had left her shaking with

 pleasure, yet sadly withdrawn.  He had noticed both, and her

avoidance

 to acknowledge it, but took heart that she hadn't railed against him

or

 retreated completely.  She seemed more confused by her response than

 anything else and that gave him hope.  Hope that he could coax her

out

 completely, dash her fears and embarrassment, and bring them both to

the

 point where they could share such experiences with equal pleasure.

And

 he would do so, he decided, very soon, before she had time to rebuild

and

 reinforce her defenses.

      Wiping away all remaining traces of curls and lather, Kevin made

a

 mental note to call Frawling's again tomorrow, and reached for the

baby

 oil.  He rubbed it in quickly, not daring to linger over the sensual

feel

 of her liberated pubis for fear that he would lose what little pride

his

 hardened member had been willing to leave him.  When noticed the

 unconscious sway of her hips in response to his ministrations, he

hastily

 removed his hand to dash her with talcum.  He could manipulate her

again,

 he knew, bring her easily to orgasm, even as she slept, but to do so

 would break his own tenuous control.  Besides, he would have further

 opportunities to indulge that particular pleasure later.  The

 anticipation would only make it all the more enjoyable.

      Content now within in his own mind, Kevin replaced the diaper

and

 removed the spreader from between her knees.  He then unfastened her

 restraints and returned his sleeping wife to her original position,

even

 curling her back on her side.  She murmured softly and he bent and

kissed

 her cheek.

      "Sleep well, Daddy's little angel," he purred, gathering all

traces

 of the evidence.







                                Healing Jess

                                   Part 4

                                 By: Liette

 

      "Jessica."

      Jessica shifted away from the annoying pat on her cheek.  It was

 Saturday wasn't it?  What did Kevin want?  He always respected her

 fondness for sleeping late on this particular day.

      "Come on, Jess," her husband insisted.  "Daddy wants his baby to

 wake up now."

      Jessica groaned.  She knew now.  She remembered the events from

the

 night before, the argument, the horrible treatment, her shameful....

The

 fact that she was still subject to her husbands whims.

      "Jess."

      It was more firm this time and she opened her eyes.  Kevin,

already

 dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, was smiling down at her.  It

melted

 her heart.  Surely such an adoring face couldn't be held at fault.

      "Morning, love," he greeted through a kiss.

      "Morning...."

      He raised an eyebrow.

      "...Daddy."  She actually smiled.

      Tilting his head, her husband appraised her.  "You're feeling

better

 today, aren't you?"

      She was surprised to admit that she was.  She felt relaxed and

 content and the usual twinges of discomfort and nausea were

conspicuously

 absent.  "I guess last night was enough," she offered, smiling

 innocently.

      "Nice try," he grinned back, not fooled for a minute.  "If you

had

 really listened to Marcus you would remember that there's supposed to

be

 an immediate improvement.  It doesn't mean you're cured."

      She had remembered, but hoped that he wouldn't.  "But, Kev...."

      "You know better than that, baby," he warned.

      She realized he was referring now to her speaking openly without

 permission and using his name.  She blinked a silent apology.

      "It's alright," he surprised her.  "Actually, I was thinking

that

 we could do away with that rule altogether.  I want to hear you,

Jess.

 You won't sway me, I assure you, but as long as you have something to

say

 I want to know.  If I don't like what I hear, or if your fussing too

 much," he added with a mischievous smirk.  "Then I'll just use this."

 To her dismay he produced the ball gag briefly from his pocket.  "So

 think carefully first, okay?"

      His rules, his choice.

      "All right," she agreed meekly, squirming to get more to her

side

 where she could look up at him without twisting her neck.  It was

then

 that she noticed something odd.  A strange rasping sensation beneath

the

 horrible diaper she had been disappointed to discover she still wore.

 She couldn't reach very far, and didn't dare try, so she asked

instead,

 "Can I go to the bathroom?"  She would be free to investigate there.

      "Of course, baby.  Go ahead.  You're all set."  He patted her

 diapered bottom.

      "Kevin!" she shrieked, horrified that he might actually mean for

her

 to do so.

      "Calm down, Jess," he laughed, stroking her reddening face.  "I

was

 only teasing.  I'll let you up, just as soon as we take care of

 business."

      "Business?" she moaned.  What was he up to?

      "Marcus told me...," he began.

      And Jessica cringed at another reference to the quack, picturing

him

 rising in Kevin's mind to an exalted position somewhere between

Solomon

 and Confucius.

      "...that it might be helpful to keep a chart of your

temperature,

 so I'm going to take that first."

      Fine, she thought, exercising new judgement on just when he was

 likely to shove the gag in her mouth.  Her temperature seemed

innocuous

 enough.

      But Jessica underestimated her husband's commitment to the roles

 they were still playing.  When he returned from the bathroom it

wasn't

 with the familiar black and white thermometer case, it was with a

blue

 and pink pen shaped capsule and something else that he set near her

legs

 before she could glimpse it.

      Curious, she watched him unscrew the new gadget and pull out a

 different thermometer, a bulbed glass rod with a little yellow duck's

 head at one end.  A child's thermometer?  She didn't register the

 significance even after he laughed at her when she opened her mouth

to

 accept it.

      "That isn't quite what I had in mind," he said, eyes twinkling.

      Still she didn't understand, not until he slipped one hand under

her

 to pull at the diaper tabs.

      A rectal thermometer?!  She was appalled.  Would it never end?

 Kevin knew how much she hated....

      "Don't, please...." she started to beg, but Kevin patted the

pocket

 with the gag and she buried her face in the pillow.

      She clenched up, but Kevin still parted her legs, by tightening

the

 straps at the end of the bed, and then her cheeks, with gentle

fingers.

 A moment later she heard a squish from what she now knew was the tube

of

 K-Y and a cold dollop of it dropped on her anus.  Her husband

smoothed

 it around a little, then pressed his finger deep inside of her.  It

 wasn't necessary, a small bit on the thermometer would have sufficed,

but

 he seemed to take great pleasure in what he was doing now.  She felt

the

 unwanted stirring return and the sting of tears in her eyes, but,

 fortunately, Kevin was in a generous mood.  He simply withdrew his

finger

 without touching anywhere else and replaced it with the cold glass of

the

 thermometer.  Of course any excitement on her part would have shot

her

 temperature up, negating the reading, but she was grateful

nonetheless

 and eagerly returned his kisses while trying hard to ignore the

intrusive

 instrument jutting from her backside.

      Once her temperature was read and recorded in a little green

 notebook, Kevin pulled the diaper back up without securing it and

freed

 her completely to roll to her back while he curled the four straps

 together at the foot of the bed.  He would be using them again no

doubt.

 Jessica wanted to touch herself, the strange rasping worse than ever,

but

 held on to her judgement.  She waited.

      "Was is it, baby?" Kevin asked, coming to sit beside her and

seeing

 her squirm against the propped pillow.

      "Nothing," she lied.

      He smiled and put his hand on the diaper, intensifying the odd

 sensation.  "Nothing?" he prompted.  "You can tell Daddy what's

wrong."

      The way he was looking at her, flushed and innocent, said it

all.

 "What's going on," she demanded in a worried whisper.

      "Something we've been talking about for a long time."

      "What?  What do you mean?  What have you done?"  Alarmed she

reached

 for his hand, determined to find out for herself, but he smacked her

 fingers and she jerked them back.

      "Patience, my love, is a virtue," he reminded cheerfully.  Then,

 with all the flair of a magician, whisked the diaper out from under

her

 and tossed it away, revealing....

      "My God," Jessica breathed, staring in mouth gaping horror at

her

 shaved and naked mound.  She parted her legs, but there wasn't a curl

in

 sight, just smooth naked folds.  "Oh Kevin, why?"  Tears welled in

her

 eyes.  She was so open, so exposed, all her soft concealing hair...!

      Purely from instinct she tried to flee from the sight, rolling

away

 from him toward the opposite side of the bed.  His hands gently

pulled

 her back, holding her firmly, but she couldn't face him, shaking her

head

 in denial, all too aware of the vulnerable feel of her naked skin

against

 the sheet and insides of her buttocks and thighs.

      "Easy, baby.  Come back here," Kevin murmured, pulling her into

his

 arms.  She cowered against him and he whispered in her ear.  "Don't

be

 upset, Jess, please.  I didn't mean for you to be.  We've wanted to

do

 this for a long time, but never had the courage.  I just took the

 initiative."

      No, it couldn't be!  "Put it back!" she wailed, an absurd idea

at

 best.

      "Put it back?" he repeated, bewildered.

      "Yes!"

      He pulled away and smiled kind amusement, but asked seriously,

"Do

 you really want me to try?"

      The image of her husband bent over her, trying to replace her

shorn

 ringlets, was so ridiculous she couldn't stifle a small tearful

giggle.

 "Yes."

      "I could give it a shot," he said after due consideration,

leaning

 her back against the pillow and running his hand down her stomach to

 caress her baldness.

      The feel of his fingers where she had never felt them before

made

 Jessica shiver.  This was how she had always imagined it would be.  A

 light tickling touch that sent tiny shockwaves up and down and

through

 her.

      "If you really want me to," Kevin added, eyes twinkling when she

bit

 her lip and moaned.  "Of course then I would have to postpone your

 shower."

      That thought perked her up immediately.  He was already stirring

her

 to passion and she knew from experience that when he chose to bathe

her

 in the shower, he would turn it into the most wonderful love making

 session.  The thought of the warm spray and soapy lather on her newly

 exposed skin, erased all her misgivings.  She shook her head.

      "You don't want me too or you don't want a shower?" he teased,

 knowing full well what she meant.

      "I don't want you too."

      "You don't want me too...?"

      "Please, I don't want you to try," she begged, desperate and

eager.

 "Please give me a shower, Daddy."

      He glowed at her spontaneous response and whisked her into her

arms.

 "Daddy's little baby is so wonderful," he praised.  "He's going to

give

 her a shower she'll remember forever."



      In the bathroom, Kevin went to the oversized stall and started

the

 water while Jessica accepted his offer to relieve herself.  He was so

 thrilled that she wasn't upset over his shaving her, that he was

fairly

 beside himself.  As he had hoped, once she got over the initial

shock,

 she had actually found she rather liked it.  As much as he did.  In

fact,

 her hand had strayed so often as he walked her to the bathroom that

he

 had finally had to tell her to stop touching herself, warning that he

 would know and punish her if she did so when she was alone.  That was

his

 job and he guarded it jealously.

      When Jessica rejoined him, he immediately pressed his hand

between

 her legs and smiled.  "You've been good."

      She glared at his presumption and started to step back, but he

 quickly reached around and smacked her bare buttocks.  "Behave," he

 warned.  "Or I'll give a sponge bath."

      He had done so in the past and knew it wasn't nearly as pleasant

for

 her.  She confirmed this by immediately erasing the scowl from her

face.

      Kevin laughed and pushed her into the stall ahead of him,

listening

 to her purr as the warm water caressed her body.  Something he would

soon

 be doing himself, he thought, shedding his clothes quickly and

joining

 her.  He was pleased with her this morning and intended to reward

her,

 not to mention indulge, at long last, in his own much awaited, much

 needed, release.

      Moving in behind her, Kevin turned her so her back was to the

spray

 and reached for the soap.  She stood motionless, obedient, her face

 upturned, eyes shut, a small smile of anticipation on her lips.  His

 already throbbing manhood jerked and hardened impossibly further.  He

 wanted her so badly, needed her so much, he would have to work hard

to

 maintain the necessary control to draw this out to its planned

 conclusion.  At the moment that seemed all but impossible.

      Putting himself between her and the spray, he soaped his hands

and

 drew them slowly down her shoulders, under her arms, and around to

her

 breasts.  He loved her breasts, not too large, not too small, and

 incredibly sensitive.  She jumped when he found her nipples and

leaned

 against him.  He continued fondling her, rolling the rosy erect buds

 between his fingers and thumbs, while pressing and rubbing his

hardened

 manhood against the cleft of her buttocks, as close to her forbidden

 entrance as he could get.

      Reflexively, Jessica reached behind her in a characteristic move

he

 now recognized was an unconscious defense.  Though he loved her

caress,

 he couldn't allow it.  Kevin pinched down just firmly enough to make

her

 halt.  She stood motionless again, but grew tense.

      "Trust me, baby," he whispered, backing off a bit until she

relaxed

 again.  That wasn't what he had in mind anyway, not so soon in his

 efforts.

      Kevin continued cupping and stroking her breasts, then slowly

began

 to work his way downward.  Though she attempted to guide him to her

 center immediately, he held off, trailing his fingers teasingly down

her

 thighs.  Only when she was panting with desire did he reach for the

soap

 again and bring the fresh lather to her naked, beckoning mound.

Jessica

 gasped at his touch, swaying her hips, so he lingered a while over

the

 new and enticing feel of her before finally taking the initiative to

 begin his probe deeper.  She was already wet and wanting, so he

 intentionally took his time, bathing her smooth lips with care and

 rolling her swollen protruding clit slowly between his fingers.  When

she

 began to shudder, on the verge of cumming, he pulled them away and

 laughed at her moan of disappointment.

     "Wait for Daddy," he whispered in her ear, running his tongue

over

 the delicate curve of it.  "There's my girl.  Very soon now."

     She moaned again, beyond coherent speech and he felt the

trembling

 in her knees.  Gently, slowly, playing on her anticipation, he

caressed

 her body one last time and turned her to face him.  Bringing his lips

to

 hers, he fastened them together, tongues dancing, and signaled with

his

 hand that he was ready.  She shifted and he grasped her waist and

lifted,

 supporting her frail weight entirely, while her legs curled around

his

 waist.  Pushing her to the wall, he slowly lowered her onto his

throbbing

 manhood.

      It was sheer ecstasy.  Her warm folds welcomed him in,

tightening

 around him, driving him nearly insane with shockwaves of pure

pleasure.

 He could have done it then, taken her in one reeling, cataclysmic

second,

 but he forced himself to wait, to hold off.  He wanted her to share.

He

 wanted to give her this priceless moment in a very special way.

      Jessica groaned, impatient, wanting him to start the slow

undulating

 movements that would send her heaven.  She nipped his neck and ears,

 prompting and begging.

      But Kevin had something else in mind.  He backed from the wall

and

 grasped her hips.  She gasped, understanding, and loosened her legs

to

 allow him to move her.  Yes, he thought, but not for the reasons she

 suspected.  Keeping her up with one arm, he ran his free hand over

her

 soapy backside.

      Puzzled, she lapped at his ear, keening a query.

      Kevin responded by taking possession of her lips again.  Her

tongue

 wrestled his, conveying her need through sheer force.  Yes, he

thought

 again, and without warning plunged his finger, just the tip, up and

into

 her unsuspecting bottom.

      "Aaaahhhhh!" Jessica jerked back, freeing her lips.

      "Easy, baby," he groaned coaxingly, spreading wet kisses over

her

 cheeks and nose.  "Easy.  Only if you want me too.  Do you want me

too?"

      He took her lips again and felt her whimper behind them.  She

was

 frightened he knew, confused by her reaction to his unexpected

intrusion,

 a reaction that was being conveyed to him unmistakably through the

 rippling waves that engulfed and excited his throbbing member.  But

she

 was also helpless.  Helpless as he had intentionally made her.

Helpless

 as she needed to be against the wants and needs of her body to

release

 the full potential of her pleasure.

     "Do you?" he pressed hoarsely, close to loosing control.  Still,

he

 wouldn't proceed without her consent.  He would still make love to

her,

 yes, fulfil her, just not that way.

     "Jess?" he whispered desperately.  She had to decide.  Now.

     In the end he almost missed her answer, a slow trembling nod that

 betrayed her desire and her fear of it.

     And none too soon.  The moment he started to move her, swaying

her

 outward, seeking and supplying the euphoric friction they both

needed,

 thrusting in and out of her, back and front, finger and member,

Jessica

 threw her head back and screamed, a long terrible cry of sheer and

utter

 ecstasy that was torn from the deepest depths of her rigid,

convulsing

 frame.

     Kevin quickly joined her, adding his own exalted cry, as her

strong

 muscles spasmed around him, clutching him, pulling him in, finger and

 member, combining with her primal cry to send him irretrievably over

the

 final brink, past any hope of thought or reason.  Purely the beast he

 clasped her tight, thrusting harder and deeper, time and again,

until,

 finally, he swelled and burst, exploding forcefully, filling her

 gratefully, joyfully, totally, with his seed.

      Collapsing against the wall, Kevin held Jessica to him, cradling

her

 like a child, and slid slowly to his knees while she buried her face

in

 his neck and wept.



       "Jessica?  Please, answer me."  Kevin had recovered his

complete

 senses to find his wife of four years huddled and unresponsive.

Wrapped

 in a towel, she now sat shivering in his lap, her green eyes pressed

 tight and leaking tears.

      "Baby?  Can you open your eyes for me?"

      She did and he breathed a sigh of relief.  She was hearing him

at

 least.  But she looked so frightened, so lost.

      "Tell me how you feel, baby," he coaxed, aching that he might

have

 gone too far, hurt her terribly with something she wasn't ready for.

      Her eyes raised slowly to his and he saw confusion where he had

 feared he would find accusation or shame.  "I... I don't know," she

 choked weakly.

      "Come on, baby, you can tell Daddy."

      "I...."

      "Did it feel good?  Before?" he helped softly, already knowing

the

 answer, but also knowing that she needed to admit it, to him, and to

 herself.

      Her lip trembled.

      "Answer me, Jess.

      "You know it did," his adorable wife finally accused, blurting

it

 out and pouting.  "You knew it would.  You planned it all along."

      Yes, he had, but he wouldn't parade his success.

      "Are you angry with me?" he asked instead.  Though he was

thrilled

 by her admission, indirect as it was, he still ached at the thought

that

 she might not welcome or understand what he'd done as the gift it was

 meant to be.

      "Do I get to punish you if I say yes?"

      He smiled lovingly at her childlike response, the cold knot of

fear

 melting away.  "If you really mean it," he agreed.

      She didn't answer and he knew she couldn't because she wasn't.

 Satisfied, he decided to let it go at that.  She had accepted his

gift,

 tentatively perhaps, but wasn't quite sure yet what she was going to

do

 with it.  Not that he had any intention of letting her lock it away

in

 some dusty corner of her mind, never again to see the light of day.

He

 would, however, give her time to toy with its existence, alone and

 unmolested, before dragging it back out into the open again.

      Which would give him plenty of time to call Frawling's, he

thought

 with a smile.

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