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 A Promise Kept

That simple question echoed in her mind as a calm settled over her. It was the question he had asked her in his note, basically a lifetime ago, that had been the beginning of her journey of trusting him completely. Hearing him ask it again, here, now, brought everything full circle. All the little nagging thoughts, the doubts and fears that had crowded her mind dissolved away, allowing her to focus fully on the man before her...her husband.

"Yes," she murmured in reply, marveling at the myriad of emotions she could see reflected in his eyes; not the least of which was the mischievous glint she had witnessed so many times before. Once again, though, he surprised her. Instead of doing any number of things she was expecting him to do, he took her right hand in his, placed her left hand on his shoulder before sliding his hand around the curve of her waist, holding her close as he began to guide her to the music.

How something so simple could be so arousing was a puzzle Jessie hadn't quite figured out. Her hand on his bare shoulder was literally tingling, the sensation of his smooth skin, the swell of muscle beneath enough to stoke a slow burn deep inside her. His hand held hers innocently enough, but the warmth of his other hand on her waist along with the heat emanating from his chest had her indulging in some not-so-innocent thoughts. "You know, you never do what I expect you to," she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

A wickedly boyish grin lit his features. "Why do you say that?"

"This," she replied, lifting her right hand slightly as he cradled it in his, "dancing. I would've thought we would have been in bed by now."

"Kinda like when we were on Nanda? If I remember right, you were surprised I led you to the sofa instead of the bed, and I explained to you that it was better to take your time and find out what pleases your partner." He pulled her a little closer, just enough so her breasts were brushing against his chest as they swayed to the music. "You had limited experience then. Certainly you don't think I'd rush you now, especially since I've been given the gift of being your first?"

The bolt of sensation that shot through her lower abdomen and between her legs was nearly electric and she had to stifle her indrawn breath. Looking up at him, she realized his eyes had turned a darker shade of blue. She frowned slightly, puzzled by the change.

"What?"

Jessie shook her head slightly. "Your eyes. They look...darker."

He grinned at her again, pleasantly surprised at her innocent observation. "It's because," he replied as he tightened his arms slightly around her, deliberately bringing her flush with his body so she could feel the effect she was having on him, "you're exciting me."

This time she was unable to suppress her gasp at his response.

"Trust me; there's a part of me that very much wants you on that bed, to be buried inside of you, have you wrapped around me. But I want to make sure you're aroused enough to be able to enjoy that part." He brushed the tip of his nose against hers. "Do you trust me?"

The seductive timbre of his voice caused a slight tremble to run through her body. Her memory kicked in, providing her with a brief glimpse of Cam on top of her, him pinning her wrists above her head as the weight of his body held her in place.

It was an intoxicating combination of new sensations mixed with deja vu, one which caused her to raise her mouth to his as she whispered, "yes."

"Good," was his reply a brief second before his lips brushed against her, teasing just for a moment before his tongue slid inside.

He hadn't kissed her like this, at least not since the ritual. There had been a restraint since then, care taken not to go past an unseen boundary. Whatever that restraint had been, it was gone now. The heat from his body flared noticeably, his erection quite evident against her belly even through the material of his jeans. And that hardness ignited a pulsing ache deep inside her, one that was growing stronger with each stroke of his tongue against hers. Reaching up, she cradled the back of his head with her hand as she stood on tiptoe, her body pressed fully against him.

It was his turn to groan as he felt her response, unabashedly molding herself to him as she sought closer contact. Too damned tempting, especially given the circumstances. Reluctantly pulling his lips from hers, he placed tiny kisses along her jaw, gradually moving down past her ear. He marveled at how soft her skin was, the slight scent of gardenias taunting his senses as his tongue darted out to taste her, moving in closer to suckle the pulse fluttering wildly beneath his lips, giving in to temptation as he gently bit her neck. There was absolutely no hesitation or fear in her reactions to him, and he instinctively brought his hand up, cupping the underside of her breast through the thin silk of her shirt. His fingers moved in a slow rhythm to the music, tantalizingly close yet not touching anything more than the outer curve of her bosom. Glancing down at his hand, he could see her response—her erect nipple pushing against the gossamer material, seeking closer contact. It was an unexpected surprise, and without further thought he found himself sliding the first button free at the top of her nightshirt.

Jessie felt Cam's hand between them, in what seemed to be the slightest of touches along the placket of her shirt. She didn't realize he had freed the buttons beneath his fingers until the cool air touched along her chest and belly when the last button was released and the edges fell open. He took a half step back as he reached out, trailing his fingers in the softest caress down the center of her chest, the swell of her breasts still partly obscured by the silk draped from her shoulders, the edges just covering her nipples.

"So beautiful," he whispered.

At that moment Jessie's memory started filling her mind, snippets of the past, their time together intimately flooding her consciousness. It was part distraction, part enticement, and it was growing rapidly. Her breathing increased as the images became more explicit, and she hoped against hope that Cam would understand as she reached up and cupped his cheek. "I know you want us to take our time, take it slow..." Her breath came out in a rush as another image flitted past, "...but would you be terribly offended if I wanted to..." Again, her voice was cut off as another memory came to the forefront, causing her to groan out loud.

Cam became alarmed as Jessie spoke, her face reflecting something that seemingly bordered on pain. "Jess, are you okay? What's wrong?"

She tried really hard not to laugh, but couldn't suppress the chuckle that sprang forth. "Nothing's wrong, Cam. It's just that my memory of us...together...is coming back...in spades." She tried as best she could to speak normally. "I really don't think...slow...would be beneficial to me right now." Another groan sounded in her throat as she tried to control the flow of images bombarding her.

Realization of what was happening dawned on him. "You're remembering everything, of us?"

Jessie nodded, knowing what would be of a concern to him. "Just us. Every...thing."

Needing to be sure he asked, "You don't want slow?"

Through gritted teeth she replied, "No, not slow." Wanting to be sure he understood what she was saying she shrugged out of the nightshirt, letting the diaphanous material fall to the floor in a whisper. "Please", she added as she reached out and pulled at the waistband of his jeans, the button slipping free of the material before she eased the zipper down.

Cam pulled Jessie into his arms as she slid his jeans over his hips. He slipped his fingers beneath the lace of her panties, sliding them over the curve of her bottom and down her legs, where they soon joined the nightshirt and his jeans on the floor. He immediately noticed the heat radiating from her body, and once his mind made the connection it was arousal from the x-rated memories bombarding her, he knew what had to be done. Throwing tact aside, he pulled her flush against him and kissed her thoroughly, and from the way she melted into him he knew he was on the right track. Switching gears he gave into his original instincts, picking her up in his arms and carrying her over to the bed. He would slowly make love to his wife later, when the flood of images was past and they weren't causing arousal bordering on torture. Right now, though, he was going to follow her lead and give her whatever she needed, when she needed it.

Jessie fought to keep the memories of the past separate from what was happening then and there, but it was difficult. Any distinct line that should exist was blurred past the point of recognition. As soon as he placed her on the mattress, she grasped his arms and pulled him down on top of her, then just as quickly flipped so that Cam was lying on his back and she was above him. Part of her hoped that he wouldn't be put off by her taking control, but at the moment she couldn't have stopped if she'd wanted to. Any worries she had were erased, though, as she kissed him deeply and he moaned in response. If he was surprised he didn't show it, but instead stayed still beneath her as she trailed her lips down his body. His moan grew louder when she wrapped her fingers around his erection, stroking him as she brought her mouth in line with his throbbing hardness.

Cam looked down his body at Jessie, feeling her breath caress his cock as her fingers skillfully massaged his length. Her eyes were glazed when she looked up at him, overcome by the private thoughts running through her mind, unable to stop herself. He heard her whisper "sorry" a moment before she took him within her mouth and she began to suckle.

It was like a bomb exploded in his skull, the unexpectedness of her actions combined with her instinctive skill. It took several seconds before he could regain any sort of control over his thoughts as well as his body. It was a good thing, too, because if he hadn't, she would have brought him to the brink in an embarrassingly short amount of time. Blocking out the image of his wife taking him completely within her mouth, he focused instead on her, the tenseness in her body, the way her hand was gripping his thigh as the other one stroked in time with her tongue. Only able to tolerate the exquisite sensations she was providing a short while, Cam raised up and grasped her forearms with his hands, hauling her up the bed and flipping her onto her back as he did so. If anything her body heat had increased, and he knew he didn't have much time before the sensations became too much. There was one thing, though, he had to do. Just as quickly as he flipped her over, he rolled until he was between her legs, her thighs coming to rest on his shoulders.

"Cam," she said breathlessly, reaching for him, "please".

"Not yet Jessie," he replied as he eased her legs open. "Trust me," he whispered as he turned his attention to the treasure that lay in between. Placing feather-light kisses around her swollen bud, he used the tip of his tongue to stroke it softly as his fingers explored her wetness, gently seeking what he needed to know. Using his fingertip he slid it past her lips just inside her passage, and with that simple motion his questions were answered. There was no doubt the ritual had reset everything—not only was her passage virginal tight, there was a quarter-moon membrane guarding the lower part. Cam gently drew her clit into his mouth, suckling softly on it as he slid his finger deeper inside her. Using the tip of his tongue he rubbed it up and down that little bundle of nerves, deliberately creating a diversion as he slid a second finger inside her, pressing down against her hymen in an effort to widen her passage for what was to come. Her entire body stilled, her breath coming in pants between her lips. "Try to relax sweetheart," he murmured to her as he stroked her with his fingers, slowly spreading them open as he lapped at her.

After having done the best he could in preparing her, by the way she was moving restlessly beneath him he knew it was time. Moving up over her he kissed her gently, then more skillfully as he positioned himself above her. Wrapping his hand around his throbbing shaft, he stroked the head of his cock down over her swollen lips and then back up, spreading her wetness over her. He continued to rock back and forth slowly, rubbing his head against her erect bundle of nerves, listening to her soft moans as her arousal increased. Never had he been more aware of what he was about to do. He knew the rite of passage was as old as time itself, and knew all too well the exquisite pleasure that waited on the other side. Still, it bothered him because he knew there wasn't a way to do this that wasn't going to hurt her. Shifting down, he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, her slick juices causing him to easily slide past her outer lips. Testing her readiness, he pushed forward ever so slightly, feeling himself enter her a little. He continued pushing slowly until he felt the head pop past her hymen, and heard his wife gasp. "You all right?" he asked in a slightly strained voice.

"Ye...yes...just really tight," came the reply, the words separated by half-pants.

His eyes locked with hers as he held perfectly still above her. "A quick thrust would probably be better than trying to go in slowly." At the moment that thin membrane was stretched to its limits around him, and the width of his shaft was only going to get larger as he entered her.

Swallowing hard, Jessie nodded her head in agreement. Lacing her fingers through her husband’s, she whispered one word against his lips. "Please."

He parted her lips with his own, joining his mouth to hers as he pushed into her with a short, hard thrust, the force breaking through the physical barrier. Even though she was expecting it, Jessie gasped from the pain nonetheless, drawing Cam’s breath into her lungs as she did so. He stayed perfectly still, waiting for the discomfort to pass, letting her body adjust to this new intrusion. The convulsive grip she had on his hand slowly loosened as her muscles relaxed, the burning pain gradually fading into a dull throb.

A strange quietness settled over Jessie, and it took her a moment to realize the flood of memories had completely ceased. They were just that—memories—events she could recall at will, but no longer uncontrolled images raging through her mind like a whirlwind. The only things permeating her consciousness at the moment were the throbbing arousal of her body and the incredibly tight sensation between her legs. The stinging was slowly ebbing away, allowing the more pleasurable sensations to come into play—the weight of her husband's body pressing down on hers, the way it felt to have her legs wrapped around him, feeling his breath caress her lips as he hovered above her, waiting.

Cam watched as a calm settled over Jessie's face. Her eyes finally locked with his.

"Hey," she whispered with a smile.

His body relaxed perceptibly with that lighthearted greeting. "Hey yourself," he whispered in return before kissing her lips. "You okay?"

She nodded. "That avalanche finally stopped...I have the memories of our time together, but it's not rushing through my head like a runaway train." Jessie wiggled slightly beneath him. "Which is good, because I can finally focus on this without any distractions."

Cam remained absolutely still. "Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

Jessie reached up and cradled his face in her hands. "It did at first, but it started going away almost immediately." Trying to reassure him, she flexed her hips slightly, causing him to shift inside her just a little. "That didn't hurt...it's just a really tight fit." That was no exaggeration on her part. If she concentrated, she swore she could feel him pulsing within her.

"Are you sure?" he murmured as he moved ever so slightly, pressing forward a tiny bit before pulling back to where he had been. "I don't want to hurt you."

The raw concern in his voice tugged at her heart. "If it really hurt, I'd let you know, I promise. But a tiny bit of hurt isn't a bad thing." A mischievous twinkle lit her eyes. "If I remember correctly, I kind of liked it when you made me sore." Nope, she hadn't imagined it. She could definitely feel him pulsing inside her now. Knowing there was no way he was going to let himself lose control tonight, she brought her lips to his and kissed him softly. "Make love to me, Cam," she whispered, "slow and gentle. We have a lifetime to play, to get wild and let our desires take over completely. I don't want you having any regrets in the morning."

Cam hadn't realized how much it would trouble him, the thought that he might cause her pain. Regardless of the natural act, it did bother him—a lot. But her gentle reassurances, combined with the way she felt beneath him were quickly pushing his worries aside. Sweet kisses soothed his thoughts and soon she had his undivided attention.

For a few moments Jessie had worried that Cam was going to pull away, his look of concern was so great. Cupping his face in her hands, she kissed him gently, tugging ever so softly on his lower lip. "Make love with me," she murmured once more, flexing her hips tentatively, and upon hearing his indrawn breath she did it again, this time more firmly, causing him to slide in a little deeper. Giving free reign to the imp that was hovering around the edges of her mind, she said saucily, "You can start moving, or I can flip you over and do the deed myself."

That bit of characteristic humor seemed to break the spell that was holding him frozen. "Not highly damned likely," he retorted as he took her hands in his, holding them as he slowly pushed forward then pulled back, repeating the action and sinking deeper into his wife. Hearing her breathing deepen he did it again as he asked, "Okay?"

"More," she breathed as she watched him, feeling her body adjust to his penetration.

He did just that as he began kissing deeply, settling into a slow, steady rhythm as he tested just how much of him she could take. Rising up on a forearm, he looked down to where their bodies were joined, watching as he disappeared inside her before bottoming out, her sweet nether lips stretched tightly around his shaft. Two inches to go. Two inches before he could let his guard down completely and take her without any fear of hurting her. That was okay. By the time it happened she would fit him like a glove. He could be patient, especially since the reward would be so worth it.

Jessie knew what Cam was thinking, to a point. While she found it endearing he didn't want to cause her any discomfort, there was a part of her, an instinctive part, that wanted to have her husband take her unabashedly, wild and unfettered. She knew it wouldn't happen tonight because it was physically impossible for her to take all of him...yet. But she did want to make a point.

Cam kept his thrusts gauged to the limits of her body, slowly, deeply stroking, bringing them both closer to the edge. It was then that he felt her hand on his hip.

"More," she whispered, flexing her fingers along the curve of his buttocks.

Leaning in, he kissed her, slowing his thrusts slightly. "I don't think we should push things too far," he murmured huskily as he controlled the depth of his penetration.

"Please? Just a little more..." Her voice was so soft he wouldn't have heard her if he hadn't been so close.

"Stubborn woman." He tried to sound exasperated, but failed. Leaning back once more, he looked down to where they were joined, her wetness causing his shaft to glisten in the light, that very wetness providing a line of demarcation of how deep he had gone. Pressing forward he attained that depth once again before raising his gaze to hers. Watching her intently, he ever so slowly pushed a little harder, feeling her sheath tighten even more as he filled her, steadily pushing deeper. The moan that came from her sounded much more erotic than one from pain, and the way she bit her lower lip as she did so made it that much hotter.

Her voice was a husky mix of erotic pleasure. "Feels...so...good."

Looking back down, he was amazed to find he had sunk into her another inch. Tiny flutters were rippling along the muscles of her sheath, reflecting her excitement and arousal. He was a bit surprised when she slid her hand down, trailing her fingers along his stomach, following the line of coarse hair until her fingers met his shaft, slipping beneath to caress his balls, squeezing slightly before moving to where he entered her body, feeling how much further he needed to go. "I think this is deep enough for tonight," he said hoarsely, almost daring her to contradict him. He was relieved when she nodded in agreement.

"This is good." Reaching up, she slid her fingertips lightly over her clit, and another moan ensued.

"Stroke yourself," he commanded softly, causing her to jerk in surprise. "It's a turn on for me, you pleasuring yourself while I take you."

She shyly did as he asked, moving her fingers over her swollen flesh. "It's not going to take too long...I'm really close..." Jessie felt his shaft twitch in response.

"Really?" His voice was much deeper, his concentration being completely focused on his young wife. He brushed his mouth against hers. "You're close to coming?"

She nodded in reply.

"So, if I continue to stroke you slow..." he pulled halfway out, "...and deep..." before smoothly sliding forward, "...that'll make you come?"

She nodded again, unable to verbalize a response.

He pulled back and pushed forward again, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate him. "You like it this deep?" Again another stroke, another firm thrust.

"Please, don't stop." There was a delicious stretch every time he pushed forward, the throbbing between her legs becoming more intense.

Cam settled over Jessie, giving just enough space for her hand between their bodies as his mouth fastened to hers, his hips setting up a cadence as he rode her, sinking into her body with more force than he normally would have used. Her whimpers of pleasure grew louder, her hand keeping time with his strokes. He slipped his arm beneath her waist, tightening his hold as his thrusts became more of a staccato, deliberately pushing her to the edge. He leaned up seconds before he drove her to orgasm, watching as her body arched in ecstasy, pushing against him, seeking out the pleasure he was providing. His own peak was only moments behind, and although he couldn't be completely certain as he pulsed his seed into her, he could have sworn she took him completely within her body as she pressed against him.

Cam held himself suspended over Jessie, unwilling to break the spell which bound them in that moment. Only as the peak ebbed away did his arms begin to tremble ever so slightly with his effort to stay motionless. When he finally opened his eyes, her green gaze met his blue eyes steadily, reflecting passion, surprise...and love.

"Wow." That one simple word conveyed so much emotion, he couldn't help but grin.

"Wow, huh? I take it that it was pretty good?"

Jessie shook her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Pretty good? You know damned well that was awesome, Cameron Mitchell."

He suddenly looked like the cat that had eaten the canary. "You bet your sweet behind it was, Mrs. Mitchell."

Jessie giggled. "I really like the sound of that...Mrs. Mitchell." She wiggled her bottom, bringing his attention to the fact that they were still joined together. "I guess we've made that official now, haven't we?"

'Hmmmm, possibly. Although I think we might need to do it again just to be absolutely, positively certain." His chuckle rumbled through his chest. Growing serious for a moment, he asked, "Are you doing okay?"

Jessie raised up and kissed her husband sweetly. "I'm more than okay." Holding his gaze, she smiled at him. "Thank you for making this so incredibly wonderful. I love you."

He swore he could feel his heart swelling in his chest, looking at this beautiful woman lying beneath him...his wife. "I love you too, Jessie. More than you will ever know."

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