Chapter 6

I heard the front door close as Natalie left. Our eyes met.

"Jim..."

"Uh huh?"

"Get your clothes off and make love to me? Please?" There was a desperate appeal in her eyes.

I undressed.

"I'm afraid we'll have to swap sides," I said. "I don't want to lay on my right side — it stings."

She giggled — was it nervousness? And shuffled over so I could slide into bed and face her laying on my left side.

I reached out, and stroked her cheek, gently, combed her hair back with my fingers, and caressed her neat ear. She shivered. I slid my left arm under her neck and drew her to me; we kissed as I stroked her shoulder and arm — she responded by caressing my back.

My hand explored her side — caressing her waist and hip; I just love that curve — and found the spot at the top of her buttocks that always gets a sigh. I could feel the tension leaving her. Keeping the contact I moved my hand up to her breast; the feel of it triggered a memory, and I smiled.

"What?" She stiffened slightly

"I remembered the day when you took my hand and slid it under your top, and I touched your breast for the first time. It's so beautiful, still."

She relaxed again as I thumbed her nipple and it hardened. I ducked down and licked and sucked it, moving my hand to her thigh; she hummed in her throat.

Gently pressing her onto her back, I began kissing my way down her body. Not wanting to neglect her breasts, I held one in each hand, stroking and squeezing. My tongue tickled her navel and she giggled.

As I reached her mons, I took my hands from her breasts, and followed the contours of her body, down her sides, her hips, her thighs. I took a big toe in my mouth and sucked — she giggled again, and I kissed my way up the inside of her legs until I reached her most private place. My first lick elicited a groan and when I flicked her clit with my tongue she climaxed with a cry ... and I entered her and held her close before beginning to move. She climaxed again after only a few strokes. The enxt time she came the convulsions of her vagina triggered my own. We were together again, whole and complete, restored and renewed.

I rolled us together, staying in her. I could feel her vagina clasping me as she began to use her Kegel exercises; she could keep me hard like that for ages. I kissed her, closed my eyes, and dozed.

I was woken by butterfly kisses — on my eyes, nose, ears and lips, shoulders and neck — and by the movement of her body against mine as she kissed me. I was still in her, still half-hard, but that rapidly became a full erection as I became fully aware of what she was doing to me, with her lips, her pelvic floor muscles and her body against mine.

"My turn, I think," she whispered, pushing me on to my back and straddling me.

I was going to say that 'cowgirl' — Petra on top — was one of my favourite positions, but in all honesty I suppose my favourite position is probably whichever one we are currently in! Whatever, it was ... really good; feeling her moving on me, being able to use both hands freely to caress and explore; I could rhapsodise for hours about cupping her breasts, or caressing her hips and bottom, but I think I'll leave that to your fertile imagination. I will just say that on a scale of one to ten, I'd happily have given it a twelve.

Some time later — we'd neither of us been in a hurry to move or separate — I said;

"I don't know about you, but I'm hungry."

She started and tried to sit up. "I'm sorry — I'll get something started right away!"

"That is not what I was meaning. If you're feeling better, I want to take my beautiful wife, who I love very much, out for a nice meal somewhere I can show her off. If you're still struggling, we can ring for a delivery..."

"No, Jim, I'd love to go out with you. I think it would be a very good thing. Actually, if you can get a table, would you mind inviting Natalie and Charles?"

"Good idea. We owe them a lot, especially Natalie. I'll ring and see if I can get a table first."

We were lucky; there was a table for four available at the 'Beauchief' which is a rather nice hotel not far from us, and Natalie was delighted to come and bring Charles. We met in the car park — they arrived in Natalie's classic mark two Cortina just after us in Petra's Morris, and went in to claim our reservation.