“I love you, Dr. Morgan,” she replied, a tiny hint of humor in her voice. “Every hard inch of you.” Then she clenched her body around my semi-erect cock and I groaned, it felt so good. “Speaking of hard inches, what are you going to do with that?”
She squeezed around me once more and that was all the encouragement I needed to begin thrusting, slowly, deliberately, inside of her. Then, I had the idea of making her come once more. I knew I could do it, so I pulled out and began nuzzling her breasts, nipping at her until her nipples hardened.
“Drake…” she said, her voice soft. “Again?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice firm. “Again. I’ve been sorely deprived of your orgasms. I need more.”
She sighed as I licked my way down her body. “You can make me orgasm as many times as you want. My body is yours.”
“It is,” I said, trying to sound all Domish for a change. “And I’m going to make you come again.”
So I did.
Afterwards, we lay with our arms around each other and snuggled, our bodies warm and still damp after the shower.
“I need another shower,” Kate said and smiled up at me. “Care to join me?”
I laughed and pulled her closer. “If I see you all naked and wet again, there’s no telling what I might do.”
“Three orgasms are enough for me,” she said with a smile. “If you want another, my body is yours.”
I wagged my eyebrows. “I may have to take you again in the shower from behind.”
That thought sent a jolt to my dick, which thickened once more.
Kate crept out of the bed and I followed her. We stood together in the shower and let the water slide over us. The feel of her soft wet body against mine aroused me once more and so I did what I suggested and turned her around, had her spread her thighs and arms, and I took her from behind, one hand holding her hip, the other covering her hand, which was splayed on the tile wall.
I did nothing to arouse her, knowing that she liked the idea of me using her body like that. It was the submissive part of her, desiring to be my object of pleasure and I wasn’t going to argue with her, even though more and more we were becoming equals in the bedroom. I wanted her happiness and she wanted mine.
We’d work it out.
Chapter 12 : Kate
My father slowly recovered over the next few days, and I spent as many hours as I could at the hospital without depriving Sophie too much of my company or breast. Drake and I took shifts, and I made sure to express breast milk when I was able so we had an extra supply for when Drake was at home with Sophie. Karen came over as well, for several hours each day, to let the two of us visit my dad in the hospital and cook a meal for us.
His progress was slow but steady, and soon, they had him sitting up on the side of the bed, then in his wheelchair. When he was well enough, they discharged him home, with a home care nurse to look after him and help Elaine with his care. On her part, Elaine rented a hospital bed and cleared out the living room so it could be converted to a hospital room. This way, my father could be in the living room with her and the two of them could watch television.
When he was well enough, over the next month, they hired physiotherapists to help him with his rehabilitation. He had lost some more function on his one side, and was not going to be able to walk any longer, but he was surprisingly positive.
"I like this chair," he said to me one afternoon when I came over with Sophia and Drake. "It has all the bells and whistles. I can use my good hand to move this joystick and it has great wheels that can go from hardwood to carpet to tile. "
"That's good, Daddy," I said and smiled as he demonstrated, turning his chair in a tight circle, going back and forth, a huge grin on his face. "I'll get one of those heavy-duty ones in the spring so I can go outside and terrorize 5th Avenue."
"You're so bad," I said with a laugh and leaned down to kiss his cheek.
I sat down on the sofa and he stopped the chair across from me, serious for a change.
"I've decided to write my memoir," he said, and I could tell he was trying to sound causal. "My days in Vietnam. My early days as an attorney. My time on the court."
"That's great," I said with a smile. "You could get a dictation software program and you wouldn't have to worry about hunting and pecking."
"That's a great idea," he said his eyes widening. "I was going to ask Elaine if she'd do dictation. She learned all that when she was in high school taking a business course, but I think the dictation thing might be an even better idea." He grinned for a moment. "I'm sure Elaine would prefer it to listening to me hem and haw as I try to remember my days in 'Nam."
"I'm sure Elaine would find it terribly interesting," I said.
"I already regaled her with all my tales," he said with a shrug.
"I'll get you Dragon Naturally Speaking," I replied and nodded, deciding then and there that I'd supervise my father's memoir writing project. "I can come over and help you get it set up and help you train your dragon."