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"Are you glad to have all of me back?" I asked. First, my uterus had been displaced enough by the pregnancy to make vaginal intercourse painful. We took expedients to get around that, but what had been fun as foreplay and variations became a drag as necessities.
Then, while I was still in the hospital after the delivery, I had 'minor surgery' to correct that. If that was minor, I hope to never experience 'major surgery.' What with one pain and another, I didn't even want hugs for a few days.
Now, however, my desire was back full force. Bob's had never abated. Even Dr. Gupta had given her permission. Not that we had waited for it.
Bob gave me a prolonged kiss before answering, "Not quite all." I was astonished that anything distracted him in that position. "The Kitten has displaced her daddy from his favorite playground."
"And now I'm all messy. I'm sorry."
"Jeanette," he said, "messy doesn't have a thing to do with it."
"I've seen you look away in disgust."
"The only disgust is with myself. I'm jealous. Of a little baby. Of my own daughter. Your nipples hurt sometimes; I know they do. But you nurse her because it is best for her." Well, that is certainly one reason. "And all I can think about is how much I'd like to be in her place."
"Really?" Bob didn't think of me as a mess?
"Come here." Bob didn't have to be asked twice. He began licking all over one breast, the one that Baby Catherine had used last. He was really gentle when he reached the nipple. That tickled me, but it also excited me. His hand cupped my groin. The conversation had brought me down from my excitement, but Bob's expression of desire added fuel to the physical sensations. His hand kindled a fire in my loins.
His lips grew more insistent on my breast. I could feel the milk begin to flow. "Oh," said Bob. "So sweet!" He licked once before returning to suck. I could feel my tension building.
I don't think either of us would have noticed a brass band just then. A pianissimo "wah," however, froze us. We each held our breath hoping she would go back to sleep. "Wah," forte, got Bob clambering off the bed and started my breasts flowing. A fortissimo "WAAAH!" rattled the windows before Bob managed to muffle Catherine with a pacifier. We'd put her in the living room closer to the apartment's one air conditioner.
"Yes, Kitten. You'll be fed. But you'll be much more comfortable dry. Off comes one diaper. Ugh!" Bob talked the whole time until he brought her in to me. She managed to lose the pacifier on the way and was starting to cry again before she got the real thing. Bob left us to put the diaper into the bucket and to find the lost pacifier.
Her father's daughter, The Kitten cheered right up as soon as she could suck on a nipple. She was contentedly half asleep before Bob got back. (When we had broached the idea of naming the baby after Bob's mother Katherine, Bob's sister had reservations. "Don't ever call her 'Kate,'" Kathleen had written. We had settled on "Catherine" for a name and "Cat" for a nickname. But Cat had been so tiny that she became "The Kitten.")
"She seems happy enough, now," Bob commented. As he stood there watching us, his erection began to recover.
"I was just thinking that she is her father's daughter."
"Now, love, I don't really scream until somebody comes and brings me clean clothes or food."
"No. But let her suck on a nipple, and she is happy."
"Yeah. But I don't scream because she gets to suckle." He was smiling though. "I brought some wash cloths, we'd better clean off my germs. Should you do it or should I?"
"I should. Luckily," I said as I began wiping, "you kept to the one she used last."
"Luck had nothing to do with it my dear. The other one was slightly fuller." I can feel a difference, but not see one. But, then, Bob looks at my breasts far more carefully than I do.
"Go ahead, Kitten," he continued. "Daddy will get his turn. In fact, do you think that you'd let Mommy turn on her side?" This was easier said than done. While I have often nursed The Kitten while lying on my side, turning is another matter. Her daddy lent us each a hand, and we managed. Totally unappreciative of the help, she clamped on as if we were fighting to tear her away from her nourishment.
Bob nibbled on my ear until I shivered in the heat. When he kissed my neck and down my back, I knew what he intended. I spread my legs to admit his hand. He stroked and tickled and rubbed there until I spoke. "Please Bob. Now."
There was a pause for the Trojan. Though I could barely move to help him, he found the right spot and slipped in. Slowly I was filled. "Yesss," Bob said.
"Yesss," I agreed. And it was very much "yes" as we lay like that. Bob was warmly pressed against my seat and petting my side and breathing on the back of my neck. The Kitten was lying on my arm and warming my stomach and sucking on my breast.
"In the forest," Bob said, evoking his favorite memory of our honeymoon, "I loved you so much. I wanted you so much. I was so pleased with you, and your response to me, that I wondered if I could survive all that emotion. I never believed that the love, and longing, and satisfaction could be maintained back in the real world. Instead, they have doubled."
He kissed the special spot on the back of my neck that always sends shivers through me, and The Kitten sucked hard at the precisely same instant.
I often find nursing somewhat arousing. (Dr. Gupta says that this is entirely natural.) Never before, however, had it felt like this. Bob's earlier elaborate teasings had lifted me to a sensuous plateau. The Kitten's gluttonous attack held me at a level where I tingled in every place that Bob touched me.
Then Bob began to move.
Bound in place by the baby in my arms more effectively than by bands of steel, I couldn't move in response. I could only lie there and receive all those delicious sensations. Slowly, Bob stroked within me, filling me and rubbing every inch. He paused and kissed my neck before withdrawing at the same maddeningly, arousingly, slow pace. For a while I wanted more, I wanted him driving within me harder, faster.
Then the voluptuous slowness became a pleasure in itself. Each slow sleek slide outwards added to my satisfaction; each friendly frictional filling brought its own fulfillment. Catherine had nearly filled her belly and was only playing with me now. I shivered each time Bob kissed my spine or neck. I was sure that I wouldn't soar to a climax but hadn't any regrets; instead of soaring to a peak, I floated on a cloud of love.
Then the climax ambushed me. I stiffened at one instant and throbbed at the next. All the pleasure that I had absorbed in the previous minutes came flooding back tenfold, rushing through me shaking me.
When I was next aware of the outer world, Bob was gripping my hipbone to pull me against his writhing body. He throbbed and pulsed within me while he grunted almost in my ear.
About the time he collapsed behind me, The Kitten decided that she didn't like this disturbance. She let go, lay back against my arm, and pulled her favorite trick. I've heard of crying oneself to sleep; but others usually take a while. The Kitten lets out two hearty cries. Then she drops off in the middle of the third. Every time, I'm afraid that the cut-off heralds serious injury. Once again, however, a hand on her belly found it rising and falling in silent sleep.
I was drenched in sweat, and the bodies on each side of me should have felt oppressive in the August heat. I felt totally loved and needed instead. Bob caught his breath and then pulled the condom out of me and all the way onto him. All the mess is contained this way, but I'd rather feel his spurting and clean it up afterward.
"I only wish," Bob said, "that there was something I could do for you to express the way I feel for you now."
"There was," I told him. "You did."
He nuzzled my back for a while. "I'd better put her back in her own bed," he said. "I'll get a spit-cloth." Despite my adoration for Bob the previous moment, I giggled at his appearance when he returned. He wore absolutely nothing but a diaper over his shoulder and the condom. The Kitten looked minuscule in her father's hands. I can't get over it, she looked so huge in my belly.
Bob put her against his shoulder. "Christopher Robin goes hoppity, hoppity," he began, one pat to each beat. Despite it's being such an active poem, she seemed to go to sleep.
For that matter, I dropped off too. I had to catch my sleep while she slept. I felt exhausted; but I also felt sated, and very, very, loved.
The End Fortissimo Uther Pendragon email@example.com 1997/08/20 1997/10/29 2000/06/18 2002/11/27 2003/11/24 This is one of a series of stories about the Brennans. The next story in the series is: "Forays" The first story in the series is: "Forever" If you enjoyed this story, you might also like: "He Doesn't Love Her Like I Do." The directory to the entire Brennan series is: Brennan Stories Directory The directory to all my stories can be found at: Index to Uther Pendragon's Website