by S. E. Lund
When I was finished with my run, I returned to my neighborhood and walked down the street towards the apartment. I glanced up at the windows and saw Kate standing in the kitchen with Sophia on her shoulder. Sophie must have woken up and needed another feed or change.
When I arrived inside, after taking off my running shoes, I went to the kitchen. Kate was speaking on the phone and turned when she heard me.
“Okay, thanks for calling,” she said, her face pale. “Yes, I’m pleased to hear it. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
She ended the call and laid the cell on the island countertop. “That was Elaine,” she said and patted Sophie on the back, who was now sleeping, her eyes closed tightly. “The phone rang and woke her up so I picked her up.”
“What did Elaine have to say?” I asked softly, going over to them and bending down to kiss Sophie on her plump soft cheek.
“My father’s awake and doing much better,” she said and smiled, her eyes filling with tears of relief. “He was even cracking jokes.”
I smiled at her. “That’s a good sign.”
“It is,” Kate said and rubbed Sophie’s back. Then, I followed her upstairs to Sophie’s bedroom. Kate laid Sophie down in the bed and then leaned down to kiss her cheek, tucking the blanket around her. I followed suit and then the two of us stood and watched her for a moment, as we usually did. I was sure Kate felt as I did – amazed that this beautiful child was ours.
Kate left first, opening the door slowly so the sound didn’t wake Sophie. I followed her out of the room and then made my way to our room to the master suite so I could have a shower.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I said as Kate stood in the bedroom door watching me. “I need a shower after that run.”
I stripped off my sweats and turned on the shower, waiting until it was nice and steamy before stepping in. Then, I lathered my hands and began to wash myself off, starting at my hair and working my way down. I was busy soaping my toes when the glass door to the shower opened and Kate stood there, naked, her eyes half lidded.
“May I join you?” she said softly.
I stood up and ran my hands under the stream of water to rinse off the soap. “You don’t ever have to ask.”
She entered the shower and stood next to me, the water running over her body, wetting her hair, her eyelashes, and then streaming over her shoulders and over her very ample breasts. While I watched, her nipples grew hard and my body responded like some teenage boy who hadn’t been kissed before, my dick thickening, blood pulsing through my veins.
I looked in her eyes, hoping to see an invitation in them to do more than look at her longingly. Although I would usually initiate sex, I wanted her to invite me to touch her, to kiss her, to make love to her. I needed her fiercely, aching to lie on top of her and fill her up with my cock.
Instead, she stepped closer and placed her hand behind my head, pulling me down to her mouth for a kiss. That was all the invitation I needed. I kissed her deeply, then began to kiss her neck, dying to take her nipple into my mouth, but she stopped me.
“Here,” she said and handed me a bar of soap. “I’d like it if you washed me off first.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I said, my voice thick with desire. I took the soap and lathered it between my hands, working up some nice slick suds which I then used to wash every inch of her body. Her delicious, curvaceous, bountiful body. My hands were shaking when I finally slid them over her shoulders from her neck to her breasts. Since Sophie had been born and nursed, I felt as if Kate’s breasts belonged to her, and rightfully so, but now, they were mine.
I loved Kate’s breasts, delirious from their heavy weight in my hand, the way her nipple responded to my touch. Usually light pink, they were darker now because of hormones, and they made my dick incredibly hard as they responded to my touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against her neck when I bent down to kiss her.
She gasped when my mouth closed around one nipple, her back arching. At first, I worried that she’d be unresponsive because of being so focused on being a mother and nursing Sophie, but she was responsive. Very responsive, her eyes closing, her head falling back as I squeezed one breast in my hand and sucked on the nipple of the other breast.
She had recently nursed Sophie so was empty and we were uninterrupted by any milk leakage, which I was afraid would embarrass Kate. I moved very quickly from her breasts to her belly, which I kissed after the soap rinsed off in the stream of water. Below, her neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair made my dick throb even harder. I loved it when she shaved, so I could see everything, but this was so primal. I slipped my fingers between her lips and stroked, the soap slippery. She spread her thighs so I could rinse her off, and then I pushed her gently back, lifting her thigh over one of my shoulders. She gripped the handrail in the shower and closed her eyes once more. Then, I covered her labia with my mouth, my tongue circling her clit softly.
“Oh, God,” she groaned. When I slipped my fingers inside of her, stroking her firmly, sucking on her clit, I felt her spasm around them, her body shaking. “Oh, God, I’m coming already…”
“It’s been a long time,” I said with a smile. Then I kept licking her very lightly as her orgasm crested, her body trembling. I could feel her clit vibrate against my tongue and enjoyed the sight of her standing above me, her nipples hard as rocks, her belly muscles tight.
When she was finished, I stood and leaned over her as she recovered, smiling down at her. My dick was hard, throbbing, dripping with cum I was so ready, but I enjoyed watching her recover.
“I need you again,” she said when her eyes opened. “Right away.”
“I’m at your service,” I said, unable to keep from laughing I was so pleased that my Katherine, my very aroused Katherine, was back and needy enough to ask, to demand. “See this?” I said and grabbed my cock, rubbing it over her pussy. “It’s yours. Fuck me. Any way you want.”
“I want to ride you on the bed.”
“Your wish is my command,” I said and turned off the water. Kate grabbed a towel off the rack, but I took it from her. “No,” I said and took her hand, pulling her directly to the bed. “We don’t have to dry off.” Then, I crawled onto the bed and laid on my back, my hands held out to her. “Come and sit on my cock and fuck me until you come again.”
She did, crawling on top of me, her eyes filled with need, her breath coming in short gasps she was so aroused. She laid her hands on my shoulders and as I held my cock for her, she slid onto it with a long slow gasp of pleasure.
“Oh, that feels so good…” she murmured, her eyes closed.
Then, she rode me, her breasts bobbing in my face as I helped her, my hands on her hips. I slipped a hand down and stroked my thumb over her clit as she thrust up and down on my cock. It took longer than her first orgasm, but it was even more shattering when she came, her face contorted in pleasure, her body shaking, quivering as she impaled herself on my cock. I sucked one nipple and then the other, trying to add to her pleasure and she shuddered, her mouth open, her eyes half-lidded.
Finally, she collapsed onto me, unable to maintain her position. On my part, I was smiling, my dick hard and deep inside of her. I wanted to enjoy the way her body pulsed with pleasure as her orgasm waned, her pussy clenching around my cock rhythmically.
I expected that she’d be ecstatic, as I was, but she wasn’t. She was crying. I frowned and pulled away, trying to see her face, but she fought to keep hidden. When I rolled her over and leaned over her body, my thighs on either side of her hips, prying her hands away from her face, she finally made eye contact.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, breathless, confused. “Why are you crying?”
She shook her head and then smiled. “I’m happy.”
I finally came back to my senses. Of course, she was happy. Happy to be back as the old Kate. The Kate who loved sex and was easy to arouse and orgasm.
“I’m happy, too,” I said and nuzzled
her neck, my grin huge. “Believe me.”
She laughed at that, understanding what I meant. I’d had the proverbial blue balls for months. Now, I might go back to being a man with a healthy sex life as well as a beautiful wife and baby.
“I was so afraid,” she said, her expression serious, her brow knitted.
“What were you afraid of?” I asked, confused. “You didn’t have a vaginal birth so there’d be no scar to hurt.”
She shook her head. “I was afraid I’d spray you in the eye or something.”
I laughed so hard at that, collapsing on top of her. The mental image that elicited was delightful, but I felt sorry for Kate, that she was so worried about her breasts leaking during orgasm.
“You were nearly empty so there was no pressure built up,” I said and met her eyes. “Besides, some men would pay very richly to experience it.” I wagged my eyebrows suggestively.
“Gross!” Kate said and grimaced. “It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s not gross,” I said. “At least not to those men who find it profoundly erotic. Although I have no predilection for being sprayed with breast milk during sex, some men love it.” I took her hands in mine and leaned over her, looking into her eyes now that we were both calmer, the giggles having ended. “Women are our goddesses. You are my goddess. Nothing about your body is gross or should be embarrassing to you.”
She finally relaxed, and maybe actually believed me. It was the truth. There was nothing about Kate or her body or her bodily functions that disgusted me or put me off wanting to have sex with her or sleep with her or do anything with her.
Nothing.
She was my goddess and I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life worshipping her and making her happy.
“I love you, Mrs. Morgan,” I said, my voice soft. “Every inch of you.”
“I love you, Dr. Morgan,” she replied, a tiny hint of humor in her voice. “Every hard inch of you.” Then she clenched her body around my semi-erect cock and I groaned, it felt so good. “Speaking of hard inches, what are you going to do with that?”
She squeezed around me once more and that was all the encouragement I needed to begin thrusting, slowly, deliberately, inside of her. Then, I had the idea of making her come once more. I knew I could do it, so I pulled out and began nuzzling her breasts, nipping at her until her nipples hardened.
“Drake…” she said, her voice soft. “Again?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice firm. “Again. I’ve been sorely deprived of your orgasms. I need more.”
She sighed as I licked my way down her body. “You can make me orgasm as many times as you want. My body is yours.”
“It is,” I said, trying to sound all Domish for a change. “And I’m going to make you come again.”
So I did.
Afterwards, we lay with our arms around each other and snuggled, our bodies warm and still damp after the shower.
“I need another shower,” Kate said and smiled up at me. “Care to join me?”
I laughed and pulled her closer. “If I see you all naked and wet again, there’s no telling what I might do.”
“Three orgasms are enough for me,” she said with a smile. “If you want another, my body is yours.”
I wagged my eyebrows. “I may have to take you again in the shower from behind.”
That thought sent a jolt to my dick, which thickened once more.
Kate crept out of the bed and I followed her. We stood together in the shower and let the water slide over us. The feel of her soft wet body against mine aroused me once more and so I did what I suggested and turned her around, had her spread her thighs and arms, and I took her from behind, one hand holding her hip, the other covering her hand, which was splayed on the tile wall.
I did nothing to arouse her, knowing that she liked the idea of me using her body like that. It was the submissive part of her, desiring to be my object of pleasure and I wasn’t going to argue with her, even though more and more we were becoming equals in the bedroom. I wanted her happiness and she wanted mine.
We’d work it out.
Chapter 12 : Kate
My father slowly recovered over the next few days, and I spent as many hours as I could at the hospital without depriving Sophie too much of my company or breast. Drake and I took shifts, and I made sure to express breast milk when I was able so we had an extra supply for when Drake was at home with Sophie. Karen came over as well, for several hours each day, to let the two of us visit my dad in the hospital and cook a meal for us.
His progress was slow but steady, and soon, they had him sitting up on the side of the bed, then in his wheelchair. When he was well enough, they discharged him home, with a home care nurse to look after him and help Elaine with his care. On her part, Elaine rented a hospital bed and cleared out the living room so it could be converted to a hospital room. This way, my father could be in the living room with her and the two of them could watch television.
When he was well enough, over the next month, they hired physiotherapists to help him with his rehabilitation. He had lost some more function on his one side, and was not going to be able to walk any longer, but he was surprisingly positive.
"I like this chair," he said to me one afternoon when I came over with Sophia and Drake. "It has all the bells and whistles. I can use my good hand to move this joystick and it has great wheels that can go from hardwood to carpet to tile. "
"That's good, Daddy," I said and smiled as he demonstrated, turning his chair in a tight circle, going back and forth, a huge grin on his face. "I'll get one of those heavy-duty ones in the spring so I can go outside and terrorize 5th Avenue."
"You're so bad," I said with a laugh and leaned down to kiss his cheek.
I sat down on the sofa and he stopped the chair across from me, serious for a change.
"I've decided to write my memoir," he said, and I could tell he was trying to sound causal. "My days in Vietnam. My early days as an attorney. My time on the court."
"That's great," I said with a smile. "You could get a dictation software program and you wouldn't have to worry about hunting and pecking."
"That's a great idea," he said his eyes widening. "I was going to ask Elaine if she'd do dictation. She learned all that when she was in high school taking a business course, but I think the dictation thing might be an even better idea." He grinned for a moment. "I'm sure Elaine would prefer it to listening to me hem and haw as I try to remember my days in 'Nam."
"I'm sure Elaine would find it terribly interesting," I said.
"I already regaled her with all my tales," he said with a shrug.
"I'll get you Dragon Naturally Speaking," I replied and nodded, deciding then and there that I'd supervise my father's memoir writing project. "I can come over and help you get it set up and help you train your dragon."
"Train my dragon?" he said and laughed. "That sounds awfully hard for an old non-technical guy like me."
"Nonsense," I said and tucked his blanket in around his knees. The cold weather had arrived with a vengeance and the old apartment, while completely upgraded, still had an old steam boiler system and it was often drafty. "I'll bring Sophie over for a visit and we can work on it while she plays on the rug."
"Sounds like a plan," my father said and smiled softly. "What did I do to deserve such a good daughter?"
"You were such a good father," I said plainly.
"You didn't always think that," he said with a chuckle. "I recall there were years, when you were a teenager, that you thought I was an old curmudgeon. I know what you and Heath whispered about me. The 'Hangin Judge…"
"You allowed us to dissent," I said. "I didn't realize it at the time."
"I tried," he said. "This stroke gave me a chance to look at my life and appreciate what I have had. I've been one of the luckiest men of my generation. Probably of any generation, when you think about it."
I nodded. "We've been very lucky as a family, even with the heartbreak," I said and thought of my mother
and how she passed in so much pain. "That reminds me," I said and remembered that the concert on Veteran's Day that was coming up – the anniversary of my first real date with Drake. "Do you think you're up for a concert?"
He looked at me with narrowed eyes. "Is it that sad music you and your mother loved so much?"
I shook my head. "I wish it was, but no. It's only Mozart and Ravel."
"That's a special day for you two."
"It was Drake’s and my first date," I replied, remembering the night with nostalgia "You invited him to sit with us and I was so mad at the time…"
"The boy was in love with you," my father said. "Is in love with you. You can't know how happy I was that the two of you got together. I only wish Liam were here to see you both. And little Sophie."
"And little Liam, too."
I thought of the picture of Liam and my father that Drake treasured so much. I wished I could have met Liam before he died. He sounded like such a gallant man, even if he was a very distant father for Drake.
"You two lovebirds will have to go alone," my father said, shaking his head sadly. "I'm not up to much yet. Maybe next year."
I sighed and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Next year sounds good."
"Are you excited about tonight?" Drake asked me as I stood at the vanity in the master bathroom and finished applying my makeup.
"I am," I said, butterflies in my stomach. I glanced at Drake. He was already dressed in his dark blue suit and white shirt, and was tying his tie. As usual, he looked like a billion dollars. Although the news coverage of his past had been a real source of stress, he still seemed to be able to rise above it and was almost perpetually cheerful.