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She had recently nursed Sophie so was empty and we were uninterrupted by any milk leakage, which I was afraid would embarrass Kate. I moved very quickly from her breasts to her belly, which I kissed after the soap rinsed off in the stream of water. Below, her neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair made my dick throb even harder. I loved it when she shaved, so I could see everything, but this was so primal. I slipped my fingers between her lips and stroked, the soap slippery. She spread her thighs so I could rinse her off, and then I pushed her gently back, lifting her thigh over one of my shoulders. She gripped the handrail in the shower and closed her eyes once more. Then, I covered her labia with my mouth, my tongue circling her clit softly.
“Oh, God,” she groaned. When I slipped my fingers inside of her, stroking her firmly, sucking on her clit, I felt her spasm around them, her body shaking. “Oh, God, I’m coming already…”
“It’s been a long time,” I said with a smile. Then I kept licking her very lightly as her orgasm crested, her body trembling. I could feel her clit vibrate against my tongue and enjoyed the sight of her standing above me, her nipples hard as rocks, her belly muscles tight.
When she was finished, I stood and leaned over her as she recovered, smiling down at her. My dick was hard, throbbing, dripping with cum I was so ready, but I enjoyed watching her recover.
“I need you again,” she said when her eyes opened. “Right away.”
“I’m at your service,” I said, unable to keep from laughing I was so pleased that my Katherine, my very aroused Katherine, was back and needy enough to ask, to demand. “See this?” I said and grabbed my cock, rubbing it over her pussy. “It’s yours. Fuck me. Any way you want.”
“I want to ride you on the bed.”
“Your wish is my command,” I said and turned off the water. Kate grabbed a towel off the rack, but I took it from her. “No,” I said and took her hand, pulling her directly to the bed. “We don’t have to dry off.” Then, I crawled onto the bed and laid on my back, my hands held out to her. “Come and sit on my cock and fuck me until you come again.”
She did, crawling on top of me, her eyes filled with need, her breath coming in short gasps she was so aroused. She laid her hands on my shoulders and as I held my cock for her, she slid onto it with a long slow gasp of pleasure.
“Oh, that feels so good…” she murmured, her eyes closed.
Then, she rode me, her breasts bobbing in my face as I helped her, my hands on her hips. I slipped a hand down and stroked my thumb over her clit as she thrust up and down on my cock. It took longer than her first orgasm, but it was even more shattering when she came, her face contorted in pleasure, her body shaking, quivering as she impaled herself on my cock. I sucked one nipple and then the other, trying to add to her pleasure and she shuddered, her mouth open, her eyes half-lidded.
Finally, she collapsed onto me, unable to maintain her position. On my part, I was smiling, my dick hard and deep inside of her. I wanted to enjoy the way her body pulsed with pleasure as her orgasm waned, her pussy clenching around my cock rhythmically.
I expected that she’d be ecstatic, as I was, but she wasn’t. She was crying. I frowned and pulled away, trying to see her face, but she fought to keep hidden. When I rolled her over and leaned over her body, my thighs on either side of her hips, prying her hands away from her face, she finally made eye contact.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, breathless, confused. “Why are you crying?”
She shook her head and then smiled. “I’m happy.”
I finally came back to my senses. Of course, she was happy. Happy to be back as the old Kate. The Kate who loved sex and was easy to arouse and orgasm.
“I’m happy, too,” I said and nuzzled
her neck, my grin huge. “Believe me.”
She laughed at that, understanding what I meant. I’d had the proverbial blue balls for months. Now, I might go back to being a man with a healthy sex life as well as a beautiful wife and baby.
“I was so afraid,” she said, her expression serious, her brow knitted.
“What were you afraid of?” I asked, confused. “You didn’t have a vaginal birth so there’d be no scar to hurt.”
She shook her head. “I was afraid I’d spray you in the eye or something.”
I laughed so hard at that, collapsing on top of her. The mental image that elicited was delightful, but I felt sorry for Kate, that she was so worried about her breasts leaking during orgasm.
“You were nearly empty so there was no pressure built up,” I said and met her eyes. “Besides, some men would pay very richly to experience it.” I wagged my eyebrows suggestively.
“Gross!” Kate said and grimaced. “It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s not gross,” I said. “At least not to those men who find it profoundly erotic. Although I have no predilection for being sprayed with breast milk during sex, some men love it.” I took her hands in mine and leaned over her, looking into her eyes now that we were both calmer, the giggles having ended. “Women are our goddesses. You are my goddess. Nothing about your body is gross or should be embarrassing to you.”
She finally relaxed, and maybe actually believed me. It was the truth. There was nothing about Kate or her body or her bodily functions that disgusted me or put me off wanting to have sex with her or sleep with her or do anything with her.
Nothing.
She was my goddess and I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life worshipping her and making her happy.
“I love you, Mrs. Morgan,” I said, my voice soft. “Every inch of you.”
