He began to pull away when I finally found my voice, “Please, can we stay this way for a little while? I don’t want this to end just yet.”
“Baby,” he crooned in his velvety voice, “this is only the beginning; we’ve got a lifetime to enjoy each other.”
My nightmare flashed in my mind and I tried to tell myself there was no reason to worry anymore, we made it, “Please,” I begged.
He wrapped me in those steel bands and pulled me in tight, “Anything you want, anything.”
Eventually, we became drowsy and relaxed.
“Would you take a shower with me?” he whispered.
I was so comfortable, but the idea was appealing and had been appealing since he asked me that same question back when we were staying in the bungalow. I looked up and smiled from some place cuddled deep against his chest, “I’d like that.”
I sat up, feeling the soreness I hadn’t experienced until I started moving. Micah came up behind me as I leaned forward to compensate for the ache, but he realized what I was doing. He pressed his bare body to my back and reached around and allowed his hands to rub my abdominals gently.
“Does it hurt, baby?” he asked, placing a kiss on my shoulder.
I nodded, pressing my hands to his and holding pressure against the cramping feeling.
“Do you want me to carry you?”
“No, I’ll be fine,” I whispered.
“You go ahead and get into the shower then and let the hot water start relaxing you. I’ll join you in a minute.”
I wondered why, and then I turned to see him folding up and removing the stained comforter from the bed. The cramping was getting stronger so I followed orders, sitting on the shower ledge and letting the hot rain pour down on me. Within moments the fogged up door to the shower opened and he stepped in. I started to rise, but he told me to stay where I was.
“I want you to relax and let me do the work,” he said pouring shower gel into his hands.
What a unique feeling as his large hands slipped over my skin, soaping and massaging as they moved. I was actually feeling guilty to be relaxing and enjoying what he was doing without returning the pleasure, but he was insistent that I enjoy it and that was all. His hands worked lower, gently massaging and washing my lower abdominals and groin. I closed my eyes as he began to wash the more intimate areas. I was a little worried he might get soap in places that would be uncomfortable, but he was incredibly careful and slow as he worked. Eventually his hands slid down my thighs, calves and finished with my feet (which tickled, but there was no way I was going to laugh after such a sensual experience).
He lifted me from the ledge and placed me in his lap, leaning me forward as he began to lather my hair. He was literally removing every ounce of tension from my body as his finger tips massaged my scalp. He pulled the lever to divert the water out the waterfall ledge as he raised me to my feet and allowed the torrent of water to rinse me.
“You’ve got to let me do this to you,” I whispered through heavy eyelids. I was so relaxed under the rising steam I could have laid on the shower floor and slept soundly.
“You can’t even keep your eyes open,” he chuckled as he turned off the water and began to dry me off. “How are the cramps?”
“I’m relaxed, but they’re getting stronger.” I wondered how he knew I was cramping, but then I became aware of my body language as I tipped forward slightly with one forearm pressed above my bikini line.
“Then it’s off to bed and I’ll get you some Motrin.”
I nodded and attempted to step out of the shower, but as soon as the cooler air hit me, the cramps tightened. He picked me up and took me to the bed and placed me beneath the covers, tucking me in like a child. I drew my knees up against a pillow clutched to my stomach as the pain grew more intense. He was back with something to drink and three pills in his hand. As soon as I swallowed them, he blew out the candles leaving nothing but moonlight streaming into the room and crawled into the bed and placed his hot body against my back and wrapped me in his arms.
“Still bad?” he whispered thirty minutes later.
I nodded. The pain was like riding a wave, one minute it was rising and peaking and then I seemed to slide down to where I was almost comfortable and then it would build again.
“I should have been more careful,” he began to chastise himself.
I laced my fingers through his and brought his hand to my mouth and kissed it, “You were perfect and it was better than I ever imagined it could be. The doctor said I’d be sore, Micah; this isn’t your fault. Just keep me warm. I’ll be better in the morning.”
He kissed my bare shoulder and neck and then nuzzled into my hair, whispering how much he loved me and that was the last thing I remembered until sunrise opened my eyelids.
The cramps ended in the night and my sleep was dreamless and deep. Micah’s arm was still wrapped around me as I smiled at the memories from last night. I don’t know how, but he realized I was awake.
“Good morning, Mrs. Gavarreen,” he said, his hand splayed across my abdominals. Just one of his hands felt as if it could cover me, “feeling better?”
I rolled over and kissed him briefly, “Good enough to make love again to my husband,” I replied, then allowed the tip of my tongue to brush against his lips. I wasn’t afraid of him anymore as my hand slid under the covers to forbidden places. I could tell it was still difficult for him, but he was managing the sensation, “I want to kiss you,” I said barely loud enough for even myself to hear.
Immediately his mouth began seeking mine.
“Not your mouth,” I said, keeping my voice soft. “I want to kiss you like you did to me when you pulled my underwear off last night.”
His eyes filled with fright, “I’m not ready to handle you doing that, Leese. I’m still getting used to the touch of your hand. You do things to me, inside, that no one’s ever done and it’s incredibly intense.”
“Umm…I like that,” I answered, “but you will let me when you’re ready?”
He smiled.
I knew that was a yes.
“I want to show you something,” he said, smoothly rolling me back to my side and curling his bare form behind me. I was ready to be his eager student once more. He taught me how to shoot, how to kiss, and last night, how to make love, so I had no hesitation in allowing him control.
He propped himself against the headboard and pulled me onto him as if he had become a human lounger. His left arm and hand around mine and his right around my right, but as he brought my left hand up to my breast, I resisted slightly.
“Relax,” he whispered, “I just want to show you how to get off.”
“You showed me that last night,” I said with mirth in my voice, my hand slipping out of his grasp and sliding around his bare thigh.
He gripped my hand and brought it back across my chest. “I mean on your own,” he clarified.
“I don’t need to learn how to do that. I’ll just let you-”
“Baby, I know there’ll be times when we’re apart and I don’t want you to think you need a man for this.”
A stab of panic hit me as my heart began picking up the pace, “No, we aren’t going to be apart, ever.”
“I promised my Dad I would go with him next month to check out some businesses he is considering and-”
“I’ll come with you,” I interrupted.
He kissed the side of my neck, “That won’t work, and I won’t be gone long. It won’t be often, but I know there are going to be times when we’re away from each other. Now, would you please let me show you how to do this? Please,” he added for emphasis. “Besides, I think it would be a turn on to watch you,” he said as his hot breath filled my ear.