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 A Promise Kept

Jessie lit the kindling beneath the logs in the bedroom fireplace, ensuring the room would be warm and comfortable. She had already taken a quick shower while Cam had been busy putting away the tools he used to hang the frames. He tried to look perturbed when he found she had already finished before he arrived but she hushed him, telling him to enjoy a nice hot shower and to take his time. Checking the room, she made sure everything was just right—candles lit, soft music playing in the background, a CD of a popular French female singer that offered a myriad of sultry, seductive melodies. Made sure it was on repeat so she wouldn't have to worry about it going silent. Twin goblets held a sampling of the Nandanian wine they had received as a gift, and a bottle of organic coconut oil was placed in a mug of hot water on the nightstand next to the bed. Rooting through the linen cabinet had yielded a couple of flat sheets which she folded in half lengthwise and placed on top of each other to protect the bedding beneath from the oil. She adjusted the French lace panties beneath her robe, feeling more than slightly naughty regarding the little surprise she had for her husband. Jessie was bound and determined this was going to be a night to remember, at least to the best of her ability. Her husband had bought her a freaking house for Christmas! While he liked her ancestral gift to him, actually seemed really touched by it, in her mind she needed to add a little something to her column to balance out his over-the-top gesture. One last check had everything ready to go.

Cam ran the towel vigorously over his hair, leaving the damp strands slightly spiked. While he originally intended to guide the evening's activities based upon his wife wanting to try out uncharted territory, he placed his plans on the back burner when Jessie made it clear she had something she wanted to do. Not one to squelch an adventurous spirit he would allow his kitten to play, but when the time was right he would take the reins.

Pulling on a pair of dark blue silk boxers, he stopped momentarily before opening the door. The only thing he could hear was faint music playing; everything else was quiet. Intrigued to see what his wife had in mind, he turned off the light and exited the bathroom.

It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, but it didn't take long for him to find his wife standing demurely next to the bed, a short white silk kimono-style robe covering her body. He quickly took in the folded sheets on the bed, the oil, the wine, but it was the music that ultimately caught his attention. Walking slowly towards Jessie, he inclined his head in the direction of the stereo. "Interesting choice of music. I'm not familiar with the singer."

A delicious tingle ran down Jessie's spine. Knowing what she had planned, her fingers literally itched in anticipation of what was to come. "Shy'M, a French vocalist. It's her Mes Fantaisies le collector CD."

Stopping in front of Jessie, he had to restrain the urge to reach out and touch her. "It definitely sets a mood—nice choice." Glancing at the items on the table as well as the bed, he raised his eyebrows slightly. "You said you had something planned...I am at the lady's disposal, ma'am."

Jessie's lips twitched, but she managed to maintain her composure by reaching for the wine goblets, holding one out to him. "I thought I'd treat you to a full body massage. A little wine, sir?"

Cam's body was already beginning to stir with her mention of a massage. That would be a perfect start before segueing into his original plan for the evening. He noted she had poured only a small amount of wine into the glass, then realized from the rich color that it was the wine Brojorn had given them. Taking the glass he sniffed it experimentally before taking a tentative taste. It was actually quite good, but Cam immediately detected a familiar fruity essence, one that had been in the gelled candies they had eaten at the banquet. In the time it took him to recognize it, Jessie had taken a sip from her glass. Not a second later her eyes locked with his—she tasted it, too. He held her gaze, waiting to see what her reaction was going to be. The stirring in his body ratcheted up several notches when she raised the glass to her lips again and proceeded to drain the contents. 'That's my girl', he thought as he did the same thing.

Taking the glass from him, she set them both back on the table. Eyeing him appreciatively she suggested, "Getting rid of the boxers would result in a much better massage."

"As you wish." Without batting an eye he slid the silk over his hips and let it drop to the floor. "And yourself?" he prompted.

"Hmmm." She seemed to consider what he asked before loosening the sash tied at her waist. "The robe can go, for now."

Cam clenched his jaw muscles to keep his mouth from dropping open. Jessie shrugged out of the kimono, revealing a pale pink lace shelf bra and matching panties. She had the top edge of the lace flipped up where it barely shielded her nipples from his view, the swell of her breasts on perfect display. The delicate lace of the panties gave tantalizing glimpses of the soft skin that lay beneath, but his attention for the moment was firmly affixed above her waist.

Jessie shook her head as Cam reached for her. "It would be difficult for me to give you a massage if you're distracting me," she admonished him while redirecting him to the bed. "Lie down, on your stomach." Jessie, for her part, had to deliberately make an effort to stay focused. It would be too easy to get distracted with him standing in all his naked glory in front of her. She waited until he had settled himself in a comfortable position before joining him on the bed, swinging her leg over and straddling his hips. Reaching for the bottle of oil, she poured a generous amount of the warm, fragrant liquid into the palm of her hand. Flipping the cap shut she returned it to the heated water before spreading the oil between her hands. Squeezing her thighs on either side of his hips as she adjusted her position, she turned her attention solely to her husband. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she spread the slick oil over his skin, gliding up towards his neck as she began a slow massage. For the first time that she could clearly remember, she was able to focus on touching him without any distractions. Not that his touch was a bad thing, far from it, but it did have a tendency to draw her attention away from any task she set out to do. Taking the oil in hand once again, she drizzled it directly from the bottle down his body. Stroking the pooled liquid across his skin, she set into a firm, kneading rhythm as she massaged his back and shoulders, alternating with feather-soft touches from the pads of her fingertips as she followed the curves and valleys of his muscles. Losing herself in the music, she let her hands make love to him, sliding from shoulders down to elbows, stroking over his forearms to the back of his hands, her thighs clenching and releasing him as she shifted and leaned forward. Moving to his upper back she stroked deeply into the muscles, relieving any tightness as she watched him through half-closed eyes, her gaze following the contour of his full lips, the edge of his jaw showing the slightest hint of five o'clock shadow, the curve of his cheekbone, the dark shadow of his eyelashes against his skin. She learned his body through touch alone, closing her eyes as she swept her hands from his upper back down his shoulder blades, working the planes with the palms of her hands as well as her fingers. Placing her palms on either side of his spine, she slowly leaned her weight against him, feeling a couple of distinct pops as she eased the tension away. Alternating firm with light strokes, she moved lower, stroking his lower back and the sides of his waist. Scooting down, she knelt between his legs as she took the massage to the base of his spine, taking her time and with as much attention to technique before she even considered moving to his hips. A smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she recalled the times she took pleasure watching him walk away, the curve of his ass turning her thoughts to illicit pleasures. Concentrating her efforts there, she memorized those curves with the touch of her hands, the rise and fall, the firmness of his hips as they flexed beneath her fingers. Remembered how it was when they were in the bedroom the first time, seeing their reflections in the mirror, the flexing of his hips as he drove into her again and again. The memory alone was enough to cause a slight sheen of sweat to break out across her skin. Moving further down the bed, she paid equal attention to each strong leg, stroking and massaging his thighs from hip to knee, gently rubbing his calves before turning to his feet, spending as much time there massaging and stroking as she had done his back. By the time she was through with his backside she was on a slow burn, her body aroused enough she could feel her pulse beating throughout. She moved off the bed, wondering for a moment if Cam had dozed off as his body had gotten so relaxed. That thought was disproved as she turned and found his blue gaze following her movements.

"Finished?" he asked, not a hint of drowsiness in his voice.

She hoped her own voice didn't give away how aroused she already was. "Halfway there. Turn over." She nearly groaned when he did. Men have no way of hiding their arousal sans pants, and Cam was definitely aroused. 'Focus, woman', she mentally coached herself as she got back on the bed, this time straddling his thighs. It would be oh so easy just to untie the ribbons holding the sides of her panties together and slide him inside her, but that wasn't what she had planned. Grabbing the bottle of oil, she poured a generous dollop into her hand.

Cam waited for just the right moment, when she was spreading the oil between her hands. Reaching out he hooked his fingertips in the lace at the top of her bra. When she instinctively reached up he blocked her hands with his forearm. "Don't spill the oil," he warned her as he flipped the lace down, studying the effect before he pushed the small swath that was left completely beneath her breast, the material pressing upward against the underside of her breast, cradling it while at the same time coaxing it up and out as if in offering. Pleased with the results, he made short work of the other side. "Better."

Jessie's breathing had quickened, even though his touch hadn't been deliberately trying to arouse. She felt strangely exposed, her breasts held aloft by the underwire and lace yet completely bare, her nipples aching to be touched. The urge to mount him was stronger than ever, but when he made no further move to touch her she continued to spread the oil between her hands before reaching out for his shoulders. Whereas before she had been lulled by the music and completely focused on the contact of her hands with his skin, this time with him watching her so intently it was breaking her concentration. As she stroked, he brought his hands to his chest and drew his fingers through the oil, rubbing the pads of his fingertips together, testing the viscosity of it. She was completely unprepared for him reaching up and grasping her nipples between his fingers, slowly and rhythmically massaging the oil into those sensitive tips. When she jerked from the stimulation, he didn't allow her to pull away.

"Just concentrate on what you're doing, Jess. Don't stop."

That was easier said than done as he continued playing with just her nipples, massaging, squeezing and tugging gently, adding more oil as time passed. By the time she made her way down to his cock she was quivering, her nipples flushed pink and swollen, throbbing in time with the pulsation between her legs. Moving just out of his reach gave her some respite. Hands shaking slightly, she poured more oil into her palm before wrapping her hand around his cock. She stroked him deliberately, slowly from base to tip, before sliding down and cupping his sac, coating him with the warm oil as she massaged each of his balls, her other hand taking up the task of pumping his shaft. Jessie soon settled into a rhythm, taking her time, alternating lighter strokes with stronger, tighter ones, paying attention to when his cock seemed to harden even further before backing down to the softer strokes once again. Each time this happened she noticed his sac would start to tighten up, drawing closer to his body as the head of his cock became more swollen. Cam hadn't made a sound, but she could tell from the way his body tightened then relaxed how many times and how close she was driving him to orgasm. She wasn't doing it to cause him any distress; instead she was learning how his body responded to different types of stimulus, what happened as his excitement increased, how his body reacted to the softer touches. As intent as she was on what she was doing, she was surprised when she glanced up at him, finding him watching her silently, sweat glistening across his chest and forehead. Startled at the obvious intensity of his reaction to what she was doing, she began to apologize as she drew her hands away.

"Don't," came the strained reply. "Don't stop...do what you wanted to do." His voice was tight with the control he was exerting over his own body, wanting to give her the opportunity to play and learn.

Wanting to give him a chance to come down from the edge a little, she began spreading the oil across his thighs, massaging and stroking, giving him a chance to regain some control. When his breathing returned somewhere near normal, she tentatively reached for him once again, gently stroking her hand down his shaft, running her fingertip along the veins, pressing the pad of her thumb against the ridge along the underside as she stroked upward. Kneeling between his thighs, she brought her mouth to within a hair's breadth of his erection, ever so lightly stroking her lips along his length, letting her breath whisper against his sensitive flesh. Grasping his cock at the base, she began licking around the outer edge of the corona, flicking the tip of her tongue firmly against the sensitive spot just beneath the head. She heard the groan that came from him, but she had no intention of stopping this time. Glancing at him to make certain he was watching, she slowly took him within her mouth, sucking firmly on the head of his cock as her tongue rubbed against him, her hand starting to pump oh so slowly in time with her suckling. Leaning up and over she slid her mouth down his shaft an inch at a time, raising slightly before sinking lower, continuing to stroke with her hand. She did this for several minutes, gauging the hardness of his cock with her lips and tongue, pulling up and suckling on the head as it began to swell more. Turning slightly sideways, she held his gaze out of the corner of her eye as she sank down on his cock, his length hitting the back of her throat just as her lips touched the fingers wrapped around his cock. Bobbing ever so slightly up and down, she stared at him as she moved her hand away, visibly relaxed her jaw and sank down the rest of the way, his cock sliding down her throat as he disappeared completely within her mouth.

It shocked him because he hadn't expected her to take him all the way like that, but the sensations were incredible. He was lost in the feel of her mouth and throat completely encasing his cock, her hand gently massaging his balls, but when he felt the tip of her tongue dart out and begin licking them while he was still lodged in her throat, he lost all control, back arching, heels digging into the mattress as his orgasm curled around the base of his spine, feeling as if his cock was exploding with the force of his climax. The fact that she didn't miss a beat, her tongue still teasing his balls that were now pulled tight against his body caused a second wave to come crashing through him, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as the exquisite pleasure bordered on pain, a low guttural growl reverberating deep within his chest. When the waves finally passed, he was only half aware of when she pulled off of him, didn't even have the energy to open his eyes to see what she was doing as she got up off the bed. How long she was gone he wasn't certain, but the next sensation he felt was a warm wet washcloth very gently stroking his manhood, the warmth enveloping his balls as they were just as gently cleansed. The cloth remained there as a cooler one was stroked along his brow, over his face and down his chest, wiping away the sweat that had accumulated. It was then he finally opened his eyes and looked at his Wife.

Reaching out for her, he pulled her towards him until she ended up half lying across his body, his arms folding around her and holding her close. His voice was a silky caress as he murmured in her ear, "That, Mrs. Mitchell, was absolutely incredible." He rolled until she was the one on her back with him hovering above her, so close his breath brushed against her cheek. "The things you do..." His voice trailed off as he regarded her with a look that could only be described as smoldering.

"What?" Normally she would be blushing under his intense scrutiny, but the Nandanian wine has done its work, completely taking out any inhibitions she might harbor. There was no embarrassment, no timidness, just an openness that felt as natural as breathing.

Cam drew his fingers down the center of her chest before using a fingertip to outline the exaggerated swell of her breast being pushed up by the bra. "You, my sweet Wife, are the most sensual woman I've ever known. You have a natural instinct for pleasure; you do things with a skill that would take most women years, if ever, to develop. With you it isn't something learned, it comes naturally, a primal instinct." That wandering fingertip was now making lazy circles around her nipple, causing it to contract with pleasure. "Yet even though you completely engage those instincts, there's a sweetness, an innocence woven through it. There's nothing crude or base about it; you take it to a whole different level."

Jessie shrugged her shoulders slightly. "I just do what feels good. I love making love with you, touching you, tasting you. Not to mention I love making you come so hard you can't see straight," she added with a giggle.

"Speaking of that," he replied as he reached beneath her to unhook her bra, "I seem to remember you mentioning something about wanting to explore uncharted territory."

Jessie tugged on her lower lip with her teeth as Cam slid the bra free and dropped it by the side of the bed. "Only if you want to." She still wasn't completely certain if it was something Cam liked or not, even after their conversation.

"Oh, I definitely want to. Besides, I need to return the favor, making you come so hard you can't see straight." Untying the ribbons holding together the lace panels of her panties, he pulled the delicate material free, exposing the treasure beneath the silk. His hand stilled as he took in the sight that greeted him. Raising his eyes to hers, his voice was noticeably huskier as he voiced his thoughts. "Be glad I just came, otherwise nothing would stop me from taking this right now." He reached down to the junction of her thighs, drawing his fingers over the now baby-smooth mound. "When did you do this?"

She squirmed slightly beneath his touch, surprised at how sensitive she was to the feel of his fingers gliding against her. "This morning. I was thinking about our conversation yesterday when I was in the tub, and while shaving I decided to touch up the bikini line. I was adjusting the line, my mind was wandering, and by the time I tuned back into reality there was only a small strip of hair left." She let out a sigh. "It looked ridiculous, so I finished up the job and shaved it all off."

Cam gave an evil chuckle. Leave it to his wife's daydreaming to result in such a delightfully naughty surprise. "I like it, and there are advantages to it." He delved lower, finding she had indeed shaved everything, her silky juices slick against the soft skin. Hearing her indrawn breath, he smiled. "More sensitive, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes, much more so than I realized."

His fingers continued their gentle exploration. "I like surprises like this every now and then," he murmured against her lips, "and while I would normally indulge in this right away, it would put a kink in my plan."

"Your plan?"

"Uh huh. You remember yesterday I said you had to be very relaxed and very aroused for the penetration to be enjoyable, right? Well, when I said very aroused, I meant it." He pressed his finger against her, the wetness causing it to slip easily past her lips to her entrance. "That means no penetration here. The longer that's denied, the more you crave it." Dipping lower, he drew his fingertips along the cleft of her bottom, lightly brushing the valley her hips created in a teasing manner. "It gets to the point that your body wants to be penetrated so badly, being taken here feels really, really good." He felt the shiver that ran through her, watched as her nipples puckered with her arousal. Going by the wetness between her legs, it wouldn't take much to bring her to that hypersensitive point. Just long enough for him to be ready to go another round.

Propping himself up on an elbow, he lay next to her as his hand continued to lazily toy with her. Reaching for the bottle of oil, he drizzled a small amount over her now bare mound. He deliberately kept contact contained to that one area, using the palm of his hand to massage the oil into her skin, avoiding any contact between her legs. "I want you to relax, and just concentrate on the touch of my hand—okay?"

Not trusting her voice at the moment, Jessie nodded her agreement. While she had been aware of the sensitivity present after she got a little too rambunctious with the razor, the soft silk of her panties a constant caress against her skin, she had no idea her husband's touch would be magnified so greatly. The warmth of his palm created a heat that radiated from the point of contact, massaging, caressing, arousing, yet frustratingly not touching the areas that were pulsing, aching to be touched. When he finally parted her legs slightly a wave of relief washed over her, only to be replaced by a slow, slow burn.

Using his index finger and thumb, he drew them lazily between her folds, running down either side of her clit with just a light brush. Lifting his hand, he waited a second or two before repeating the action with the same slow, soft touch. After a couple of minutes of doing this, he began to apply just a tiny bit more pressure, gently pulling on the down stroke, watching as that little bundle of nerves grew more swollen, more sensitive with each pass. Taking it between his finger and thumb, he massaged it slowly, squeezing just a little, pulling a little, rubbing the little nub back and forth. He knew if he continued she would eventually come beneath his hand, though it would take some time given the lightness of his touch. He would do just that some other time, but at the moment it wasn't his goal. Leaning down he kissed her lips softly. "Turn over."

Doing as he asked, Jessie's body was literally throbbing with desire. She trusted her husband, though, and didn't voice any wishes for him to end the teasing, to take her and ease her hunger. She wanted to experience this, give this to him, and was more than willing to follow him down the path in whatever manner he deemed best—even if it drove her absolutely insane.

She felt the bed shift as he moved to straddle her, mimicking the position she had taken over him earlier. He pushed her hair to the side, waves cascading over the pillow to bare her neck and shoulders. The next thing she felt was a stream of oil creating a trail across her upper back then warm, strong hands spreading the slickness over her skin. Once again he seemed to be in no hurry, massaging her in a leisurely fashion, tending to her just as thoroughly as she had tended to him. Despite her arousal she felt her body relax beneath the strokes, the glide of his hands lulling her into an almost hypnotic state. Even so, she was aware of him eventually moving lower, fingers tracing the deep curve of her waist, sweeping over the flare of her hips. He concentrated for a while on her lower back and base of her spine, the rhythmic movement both arousing and soothing.

Jessie felt the nudge of his knee between her legs, coaxing her to spread them open and allowing him to settle in between. This brought a new sense of awareness, a vulnerability of being exposed to his sight, his touch. If anything it ratcheted her arousal higher. She felt him place both hands flat at the top of her hips then glide downwards, his thumbs just grazing the valley her hips created. She stiffened slightly in anticipation, but he didn't delve in between; instead he repeated the stroking over and over again, adding oil so his hands slid smoothly over the twin globes. Grasping both hips he massaged slowly, firmly, manipulating the flesh before returning his hands to the small of her back. This time, though, when he brought them down he deliberately drew his index finger down the crack of her ass, lightly brushing against his goal before bringing his hands back up. It was a shock that caused her breath to catch in her throat, but strangely enough the pulsing between her legs now seemed to spread, extending to encompass that 'forbidden' zone...from a single stroke of his finger. Now she was beginning to understand what he had told her earlier, manipulating the craving, the hunger. When he stroked downward again, drawing that one finger over her while his hands caressed her hips, she felt her body respond of its own volition, her hips raising ever so slightly to feel his touch 'there'. On the third stroke he slowed the descent, coming to rest against that rosebud, circling it once before returning to the base of her spine.

Cam grabbed a pillow from the bottom of the bed, placing it beneath Jessie so her hips were now elevated. With her legs spread and him in between, he had a good view of all her hidden treasures. Taking the bottle he directed a slow stream of oil down the valley between her hips. She was more than wet and he considered using her own juices, but he wanted it to be as slick as possible. Keeping one hand on her hip, stroking it in a soothing motion, he used his other hand to begin a gentle massage of that valley, spreading the oil while simultaneously stimulating the tight little ring. Still, he did not penetrate; soft strokes were all that was needed at the moment.

"Does this feel good, baby?" he murmured to her as he watched his glistening fingers stroke and circle that sensitive area, noting her hips were starting to move in time with his strokes.

"Yes." The reply was breathy with anticipation and excitement.

"Good, because I want it to feel good." Using just one fingertip, he massaged right over the opening, slowly, firmly, feeling the tightness beginning to relax. As her craving grew, he felt her rosebud start to open ever so slightly to the pressure of his finger, until finally getting to the point of seeming to try to draw him in. Only then did he press forward, probing lightly, feeling her open to him as his fingertip slid inside. He toyed with her like that, stroking her hip while he teased her gently. "Do you want more?" he whispered.

Jessie was doing the best she could to hold her position. Feeling just his fingertip penetrating her had increased her desire tenfold. When his whisper fell upon her ears, she gripped the sheets in her fists. "Please," she replied shakily. She pressed back as his finger moved oh so slowly forward, feeling every centimeter as he slid in, the slightly wider breadth of his knuckle as it passed, until he was embedded in her completely.

"Okay?"

She managed to nod in response. As he began to move his finger in and out of her ass, Jessie felt a trickle down her thigh as her juices flowed from her well in response. The throbbing between her legs had completely connected to her back entrance and each sensation was feeding off the other. She was lost in a haze of pure erotic pleasure.

Cam played with her until there was no resistance to his probing finger. Pulling out, he then added a second finger as he stroked over her, once, twice, waiting for her hips to raise towards him before slowly pressing forward. He sensed her freezing up almost simultaneous with it happening, and he immediately stopped, holding his fingers absolutely still. "You okay, baby?"

"Ye...yes. It just kinda felt like...a pinching sensation in a way."

He stroked her hip and thigh with his free hand, the other held motionless. "Remember I told you about the muscle spasm? That's what it starts out feeling like. As long as you stop and wait for it to pass, there's no further discomfort." He reached between her legs with his other hand, finding her clit and stroking it slowly back and forth. Soon her hips were raising to meet his probing fingers once again. "There you go," he murmured as he let her work against him, her body opening to encompass both fingers. It wasn't long before he was sliding them in and out as easily as he had with a single digit. She was more than ready for the next step, and so was he.

Jessie felt Cam withdraw his fingers, then get up from the bed. Turning her head, she saw him take a condom from the drawer of the nightstand.

As he tore open the packet, he answered her unspoken question. "When we're done making love this way, I want to finish our trip 'around the world'." He grinned at her continued puzzled look. "Prevents any bacteria transfer."

"Oh." Of course she knew all the fundamentals of safe sex, but in her defense her brain wasn't in charge at the moment.

"Go ahead and roll over onto your back."

Watching him sheath himself with the condom, she did what he told her to do, although she couldn't quite fathom how things were going to get done with her being on her back. As she settled into a comfortable position, he got back on the bed, kneeling at her feet. Reaching out, he slipped his hand beneath her foot and raised it, keeping his gaze on her as he placed a gentle kiss on the arch, moving to her ankle before pressing his lips against the hollow there, trailing sweet kisses all the way to her knee. Stopping there, he brought her other foot up, adorning her instep, ankle and calf with the same gentle kisses, before moving to her inner thighs, the incredibly soft skin like silk beneath his lips. As if unable to resist temptation, he dipped momentarily between his Wife's legs, kissing the sweetly swollen flesh before probing for the little nub with the tip of his tongue, lapping like a kitten would lap cream until she was writhing beneath him. Reaching out she slid her fingers through his hair, pressing him closer to her. Even though she swore she wouldn't, she couldn't stop herself as she whispered, "Please?"

Just for a moment he indulged her, suckling that pretty little pink bud in between bestowing it with soft kisses. He smiled at her groan of frustration as he pulled away, but that groan quickly quieted as she watched him spread the oil over his sheathed erection. Taking her legs in hand once again, he placed them over his shoulders, angling her body up and back as he leaned in over her. "This is where I'm going to need you to pay attention, sweetheart. I am going to very slowly press against you. I need you to put one hand on the side of my hip and guide me—pressing me forward if it feels good, or pushing against me if you need me to stop. With your other hand, I want you to gently stroke your clit. That part is really important—okay?'

With a nod, Jessie did as he asked—one hand on his hip, the other lightly stroking her swollen flesh. When he settled into position, her legs over his shoulders, she found her body was at the perfect angle for this kind of penetration. He leaned in and kissed her softly.

Taking his erection in hand, he stroked the head of his cock up and down the valley of her hips very much like he had done with his fingers until he settled against the indentation of her tight little sphincter. Using his hand he moved the head slowly back and forth against that sensitive spot, waiting until he felt it relax, slowly granting him access. He pressed forward minutely when he felt her hand guiding him to her.

Jessie concentrated on doing exactly what Cam had told her to do; guiding his entrance as well as pleasuring herself. When she felt ready she shifted her hand against him, ever so slightly pulling him toward her. Soon the pressure began to build, feeling her body start to open up around him. Suddenly she felt that pinching sensation again, and immediately shifted her hand, pressing against his hip. True to his word he froze, holding his position, neither advancing nor withdrawing.

"Don't stop stroking yourself. It helps the spasm pass more quickly."

She hadn't even noticed she had stopped. Doing his bidding she began caressing herself again, and it wasn't long before the spasm had passed. Letting out her breath, she once again began guiding him. The pressure grew, and grew, and grew. Just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take anymore, there was the distinct sensation of his head slipping past her tight rosebud, the muscle now quivering around his shaft.

Looking down between their bodies, Cam knew the difficult part was over. Now was the time to show her exactly how good it could be.

Jessie's body was shaking ever so slightly with the intense sensations she was experiencing. It was at that moment her husband's gaze locked with hers.

"Such a sweet angel," he murmured as he kissed her, parting her lips before sliding his tongue inside. He flexed his hips oh so slightly, matching the rhythm of his tongue against hers. He broke contact for a moment, but kept the subtle rhythm of his hips in motion. "Is this mine to take, my Wife?" He leaned down, grazing her earlobe with his teeth. "Do you want me to take you like this, make you come so hard you'll dream about me sliding deep into your sweet ass?" A deep groan caressed his ear. "Answer me, Jessie."

"Yes," came the shaky reply, her green eyes meeting his blue ones. "It's yours, to take however you want. I trust you, my Husband—I know it'll be good." Just for good measure, she pulled him to her with her free hand.

"Don't stop stroking," he whispered as he looked down, pushing forward and watching his cock slowly disappear inside her anus. She was incredibly tight, but there was no more spasm to deal with. Pulling back, he then pushed forward again, sinking deeper still. Bracing himself on his forearms, he began to slowly pump his cock into her body. "So beautiful," he whispered, kissing her between strokes, "my baby."

Jessie's body was slowly being pushed into overload. The sensation of his cock moving in and out of her was beyond anything she had expected, so tight, so incredibly deep. As the stimulation increased, she wrapped her legs more around his shoulders, crossing her ankles behind his neck, using her legs to encourage his thrusts. She had never felt so open, so exposed...so taken. And yet it was perfect. Now that he was pumping her slowly, completely, she used the hand that had been guiding him to hold his head as she raised her mouth to his, kissing him deeply, all the while keeping up a lazy rhythm and teasing her clit. Cam pulled back, looking at her intently before uttering a single word.

"More?"

Her legs were already quivering, getting closer and closer to her peak. "If you give me more, I'm gonna come." She felt him lean into her even more.

"Good. That's exactly what I want you to do."

With that he began picking up the rhythm, timing his thrusts quicker, yet just as deep. Her pussy was throbbing in a quick staccato, confused by the intense stimulation, yet bereft of being filled. His thrusts became more intense until he was slapping against her just like he did in the normal throes of passion. She was right on the edge, so, so close to going over. Tightening her legs, she pulled him in closer. "More. Please baby, make me come."

Her words had triggered the point of no return. Angling her up even more, he laid into her with a rhythm and penetration just as strong, as wild and as deep as if he were filling her sweet pussy. He took her with abandon, driving hard against her again and again, over and over until he felt that quiver start deep inside. He kept up hard thrusts as her back arched, her legs tightened spasmodically around him, and when her guttural moan turned into a scream, he buried himself deep inside her and became completely still.

Jessie was barely aware when Cam eased himself from deep within her, and her arms came up weakly around him as he lifted her from the bed. By the time she had regained awareness of her surroundings, she was standing in the shower with her Husband as warm water cascaded over their bodies, his hands gently gliding a soapy washcloth along her curves. Reaching out to rest her hands on his waist to steady herself, her gaze fell just below her palms. Eyeing his obvious erection, she looked up at him, puzzled.

"You...you didn't..." His hand caressing her face caused her to fall silent.

"Not yet," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "If I hadn't come earlier, there's no way I would have been able to hold it back." Pulling her closer, he swept his hand down her back and over her hip, following the rivulets of water chasing away the lather as it ran down her legs and pooled at her feet. His mouth met hers in a slow, sensuous kiss, his hands molding her body to his as his tongue teased hers, sliding, probing, retreating. Leaning his forehead against hers, his breath brushed her lips as he spoke. "You still up for finishing that trip around the world?"

Jessie slid her hand lower until she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, the skin slick from the soap still remaining between their bodies. Even though she had just experienced a mind-blowing orgasm, her body still ached from a strange emptiness, a hunger that was still unfulfilled. Her fingers traveled the length of him, from base to tip and back again, the residual soap between her hand and his shaft growing into a lather. With a lazy twinkle in her eye she looked up at him. "I think I've gotten you clean enough, or should I continue?"

Cam pushed her back slightly until the water fell between their bodies, taking the soap with it. Reaching out, he simultaneously shut off the water as he grabbed the towel that was draped over the top of the shower door. "You continue, and we'll miss the last stop on our trip." Drying them both off quickly, he took his wife back into the other room. "As much as I like playing in the shower, right now I prefer our bed." He guided her down onto the soft mattress, kneeling over her before reaching for the nightstand. The soft touch of her hand on his forearm stilled him.

"No," she whispered.

Cam turned his gaze to his young Wife, her beautiful green eyes clear, bright, and holding his own. "Jess, we're no longer in the safe zone as far as timing goes."

"I know. I'm willing to take that chance, if you are. I...I just want to feel you. Just you."

Cam held himself motionless for several seconds, the silence stretching out as he played out the possibilities in his mind. Slowly he withdrew his hand from the drawer's knob. "Are you sure?" He watched as she raised her hand, her fingertips gently caressing his cheek.

"I'm sure." Jessie brought her other hand up until she was cupping his face. "Make love with me Cam."

Without hesitation he closed the distance, joining his mouth to hers as he kissed her, finally no inhibitions, no walls and no barriers dividing them. As the flames danced in the fireplace, the light reflected off the stones in the dream-catcher lying on the table just feet away from the couple intertwined on the bed. They were too involved with each other to notice the glowing emanating from the dream-catcher.

Several miles away, Jack and Sam sat in front of their Christmas tree, wrapping paper strewn around them as they opened presents. Jack reached beneath the tree and pulled out a box, the tag indicating it was for Sam, from Jessie. Attached to it was an envelope with his name scrawled across the front in Jessie's familiar handwriting. Handing over the box, he popped open the flap of the envelope and pulled out a Christmas card, the front depicting a log cabin deep in the woods, smoke wafting from the chimney, a decorated tree visible through the illuminated window. Inside was a gift card from the Bass Pro Shop, along with a note.

"If you don't want to shop online, there's a Bass Pro Shop in Denver—heard they have a great selection of fishing tackle. However, that's just the first part of your gift. The second part of your gift is my gift to her.

I remember.

Sam's a lucky woman. Merry Christmas, and thank you...for everything."

Jack read the message twice, wondering exactly how much Jessie actually remembered. When Sam opened the box bearing the name of a well-known Italian designer, he had his answer. Nestled within layers of antique gold tissue paper was a pair of thigh-high, high-heeled black leather boots.

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