She lay comfortably in the candle lit room watching him slowly kiss his way up the inside of her thighs, feeling his warm breath and then his wet, soft tongue spread her folds and slowly move it up and down, the wetness pooling at her opening, greeting his chin and making him moan softly. She let her head relax back into the pile of pillows he'd insisted she fall into and relax, closed her eyes and enjoyed his slow, sensual movements, taking his time as his mouth and tongue worked in perfect rhythm to both soothe and satisfy her entire pussy, not just the clit. The clit would be saved for last and without the aid of finger penetration, his intent was to bring her off just using his mouth and he was close to getting her there, his movements so slow and satisfying that when she felt the deep, warm, incredibly nice sensation flood through her lower region she sighed a long, happy, breathy sigh that sounded as contented as he was making her feel.
He smiled an almost smug grin, pleased with himself and his ability to make her completely relax and hand herself over to him, the noises she was making not the typical frantic, feels so good it makes me scream sex cries, but more of a trusting, completely content and satisfied purring that she confided in him were moments when she was positive she'd never love or trust another human-being like she did him.
Making her happy was important to him, but seeing the look in her eyes that she was currently giving him as he moved up and hovered over her was the most incredible high he'd ever known. Eyes that showed a level of trust he'd never known with another person and an intense love that he wasn't convinced he deserved, but felt incredibly lucky to be on the receiving end of.
She was looking at him, not speaking, her hand gently curled around the hard aching need that lay between them making him close his eyes for a moment and enjoy being held so confidently, yet tenderly, enjoying her gentle strokes tugging up and down. He could've happily rolled onto his back and gave into it, let her pump and suck his member into explosion, the excitement and satisfaction that having the woman you love focus solely on you and your pleasure indescribable. However, he wanted more in this moment, wanted intimacy, wanted to love her until his body would no longer allow him to love her. He reached between them and pulled her hand away, placing it gently on the pillow beside her head and kissing her gently.
He pulled away from her mouth and dipped down, kissing her upper chest as he slowly inched his way down to her breasts, finding a nipple and closing his mouth over it. She closed her eyes again and hummed and purred some more, his slow, careful attention to detail movements igniting every nerve ending in her body.
He slowly kissed his way back up and locked their mouths together in a slow, wet, passionate kiss while he put his tip into position, feeling her open and begin to swallow him as she pulled her legs back and he pushed forward slowly, enjoying the sweet sensation of slowly slipping into the warmth and wetness and having it take hold of him, her soft walls gripping him securely, both moaning at the connection.
Her hands lay palms up on the pillows beside her head. He clasped his hands over hers and began moving, pulling out slightly and thrusting back in, increasing the length of the thrusts each time, coming close to pulling out completely, but never breaking the connection. They'd settled into a steady rhythm, nothing panicked and nothing rough, sweetly whispering his love for her as she came again, a little more intense than what he'd managed to bring out of her with his mouth according to her.
She was the most exciting and vocal lover he'd ever experienced and as he continued to thrust in and out of her she became more vocal, but instead of the profanity laden, lustful cries she typically showered him with when they were in their crazed, out of control frenzied fuck mode she became emotional and couldn't seem to express how much she loved him loud enough or convincingly enough.
That Kate had these two very significant sides excited him in ways that he'd never be able to express to her. He wasn't sure he could ever find a way to verbalize how she made him feel, but he knew he'd work hard every single day for rest of his life to make sure she was always fully aware of how much she meant to him. He'd never been the flowery sort and before Kate had never believed in the existence of soul mates or meant to bes, but he couldn't deny that this beautiful woman and mother of his child was some kind of gift and that he shouldn't question why or how, but instead spend the rest of his life worshipping the ground she walks on.
They finished, the final drops of his release emptying into her as he allowed his body to relax onto folded arms, keeping them joined and looking into her eyes, the candlelight making hers sparkle and his glow with a skin tingling warmth. They both wished they could take a snapshot of what they were seeing and smiled warmly at one another.
"Our life is going to settle down and be happy and normal Kate, I promise." He said.
"I'm happy Jack, I'm just worried about you and you can't help what your subconscious is doing to you." She told him her hand lightly cupping the side of his face.
"I'll do what you asked me to do. If my father won't talk to me I'll go see a shrink. I will also take care of Sarah. I'm done with the kid gloves. She created the mess her life has become not me." He told her.
"Jack, I know you love us and that you're doing the best that you can and it's enough. We'll deal with these difficult things together. You don't have to shoulder all of it. We're partners right?" Kate asked.
"That's right, but you shouldn't be burdened with my baggage, you should be enjoying your new home and your new baby and thinking seriously about us making him a little brother." Jack teased.
"Maybe he'd rather have a little sister, didn't you ever wish you'd had a little sister to protect when you were growing up?" Kate asked noticing the immediate change in his facial expression.
"I didn't protect her." Jack blurted out in that same distant tone he'd used earlier, shocking both of them.
"What did you say?" Kate asked
"I…..I……fuck." Jack mumbled.
He pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, placing his forearm over his eyes and sighing heavily. She pushed up onto her side, letting her fingers glide gently through the hair on his chest, trying to get him to look at her.
"What's wrong Jack?" She finally asked.
"I don't know where that came from Kate, but somehow I know it's true. What is wrong with me?" Jack asked in a frustrated tone.
"Come on Jack, you're a highly educated individual. You've obviously blocked out some horrible childhood trauma. Your parents had other children, children that apparently never got to grow up with you and for whatever reason, they have chosen to keep you in the dark about it. So did the memory flash you just had come with a name?" Kate asked.
"No, I don't think so, but I think she was a baby." Jack admitted.
"So you did remember or see something?" Kate asked.
"It's not like that Kate. It's like recalling a past event without thinking about it only there are no faces or places, just a very short situation recollection. I feel like I'm losing my mind." Jack said.
She kissed him on the cheek and snuggled in beside him, deciding that it was probably best to listen if he wanted to talk, but to stop pressing for information. They lay in total silence for about a half hour. She could tell by his breathing that he'd fallen asleep so she slipped away from him, blew out the candles in the room and rejoined him, covering both of them with the quilt.
He woke them both up with a bang about three hours later, bolting upright again, breathing hard and once again terrified out of his mind, eyes open wide but still trapped, not in a nightmare, but in what they both now knew was a memory, a memory that had been so awful his brain had blocked it out for the majority of his life. He was shoving at the blanket that was pooled around his waist and in a scared almost childlike voice was saying "get it off of me daddy, get it off", tears streaming down his cheeks as the grown man was transformed into an eight year old boy dealing with something unimaginable. He finally stopped, lay back down and continued to sleep. She didn't wake him, deciding that they could talk about it in the car on the way home.
They awoke early the next morning, made love, lounged in the bed afterward, made love some more, had breakfast delivered to their room, showered together and were attempting to dress for their trip home. He didn't seem to have any memory of the dream and was busying himself by pulling her freshly showered body into his, his body wrapped around hers from behind, fondling her breasts and nibbling on her neck.
"Jack we have to check out by noon." Kate giggled.
"That's over an hour away. You're warm and naked and I want you bad." He told her, his tone lustful, his fresh hard-on pressing into her back.
"Yeah I can tell. So, what do you say lover, want to go sex up the balcony? Do you think you could fuck me against the railing without anyone seeing?" She coaxed, feeling his cock grow just a little harder.
"No, you might fall off, but I'm thinking this counter is the perfect height." He told her, spinning her around to face him and lifting her up onto the counter.
He went down to his knees, placing her feet on his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy, feeling her toes dig into his flesh and smiling.
"Put your fingers in me." She panted.
He pushed his middle finger into her until it was buried inside completely, holding it there and slowly curling it forward.
"Oh God!" Kate screamed just before her body shuddered and she came all over his face.
He grabbed one of the strewn towels, wiped his face, stood and held her legs up and apart while she guided his throbbing cock to her hole. He let go of her legs and thrust into her hard, feeling her legs wrap around him. He pulled her to the very edge of the counter and began pushing in an out of her, his balls slapping loudly against her as he drove himself into her hard and fast.
"You like that don't you? Say it Kate, tell me how you like it." He demanded, the sweet, generous lover from the previous night replaced by the crazed almost greedy lover that excited her and brought out all of her naughtiness.
"Hard Jack, I like it when you fuck me hard so don't hold back, drill me baby and don't stop until I tell you to." She told him and bit hard into the top of his shoulder.
"Shit Kate, I think you drew blood." He groaned with a bit of chuckle and continued fucking her with everything he had making her come again and he wasn't sure, but he guessed everyone in the bed and breakfast knew she came as well.
"Pull out, I want you to come in my mouth." She insisted.
"While you're on your knees?" He asked.
"Of course, with you holding onto the back of my head and fucking my mouth." She said with a sexy grin.
They quickly assumed the position and he thought he might go crazy before he found his release, finally grabbing the counter and filling her mouth, watching her slither back up his body and close her mouth over his sharing what was left of his load with him and then pulling back to offer a "gotcha" grin.
"Yeah, go ahead and grin. See how long I make you wait before you get my dick in your mouth again." He complained in a teasing fashion.
"I expect to have it in my mouth on the way home and you'll happily go along with it babe, so don't make threats you have no intention of following up on." Kate replied.
He pulled her close and hugged her tightly.
"Thank you coming here with me Kate. I think I needed this weekend worse than you did. I've missed my sweet and often naughty lover more than I realized I did." He told her, his tone sincere.
"I think we both needed this and that was pretty incredible, think we could squeeze one more in before we go?" She asked and kissed him.
"What did you have in mind?" He asked.
"I was serious about the balcony Jack." She said and winked at him.
After some coaxing and fake pouting on her part, she finally convinced him to take her out onto the balcony and take her from behind, her breasts bobbing in the wind as he willed his exhausted body to make her squeal at least one more time.
They sat in their car, his hand over hers, steering the car onto the freeway sharing a laugh over the looks they received on their way out of the Bed and Breakfast. He pulled his hand away and she relaxed back into her seat, closing her eyes and not opening them again until she felt him shaking her about two hours later.
They spent about an hour visiting with Jack's parents, amazed at the change in their baby and looking forward to getting him home and enjoying a happy, content baby. Margo excused herself and took the baby in for a fresh diaper, stating that she might not get to do again for awhile. Kate excused herself moments later and joined Margo in the little nursery they had put together for their grandson.
"You can spend as much time with him as you like Margo. It's typically just the two of us during the day and if you ever wanted to volunteer to baby sit I'm sure we'd never turn down the offer." Kate told her.
"My son might not feel the same way Kate, but thank you." Margo said.
"That's not true, he was confident all weekend that his son was in good hands." Kate argued.
"Kate, I'm sure you've noticed that Jack and I don't have any kind of relationship and that's my fault not his, but I think it's too late to mend what I broke so badly." Margo confessed.
"I don't agree, but that is between the two of you. Who is Aidan?" Kate asked noticing Margo tense up immediately.
"Why would you ask about Aidan?" Margo asked.
"Because Jack blurted his name out in the middle of a conversation and has no idea why. He thinks he's going crazy Margo, but I think you and Christian know exactly who Aidan is or was and why Jack has no memories prior to the age of 8." Kate said.
"It's complicated Kate." Margo said.
"More complicated than a grown man waking up every single night terrified out of his mind and unable to understand why? More complicated than that same man whimpering "get it off of me daddy, get it off" during one of those episodes and having no memory of it the next day?" Kate asked, a hint of anger in her tone.
"I'll talk to Christain. I don't want to hurt him Kate and helping him remember is going to hurt him." Margo said.
"Remember what? What happened to this family?" Kate asked exasperated.
"Something that no family, parent or small boy should ever have to go through Kate and we've decided it's the baby that's causing his brain to attempt to unlock the memories that it locked away so long ago." Margo said.
"Why Margo? Why do you think this sweet little baby is causing him to recall something that was so awful he blocked it out?" Kate asked.
"Because it was a difficult situation with a baby that triggered the unfortunate sequence of events that ended in tragedy. I will talk to Christian, but until then, please just try to be patient with him." Margo said.
"Of course, but it's sad and it's painful to watch him go through it Margo, so please, don't wait too much longer, he's suffering and it sounds like the two of you have the answers he needs." Kate told her.
Kate and Jack gathered their baby and his things and went home. She never told Jack about her conversation with his mother or about the things he'd said during his last episode. She sat in the family room and listened to Jack struggle through yet another battle with Sarah in the next room, him demanding to see her so they could talk and her apparently refusing to cooperate, the yelling getting loud enough to upset the baby. She heard the door slam shut and then heard him enter the room a few minutes later. He kneeled in front of her and kissed the baby on the side of the head.
"Sorry about that short stuff, she brings out the very worst in me anymore." Jack said sweetly to the baby, rubbing his thumb softly over his cheek.
"So, I guess you're leaving?" Kate asked.
"Yeah, I'm going over to her house and settle this bullsh..., stuff once and for all." Jack said, kissing her quickly on the lips and standing up.
"Okay, you want me to make dinner?" She asked.
"No, I'll pick something up on the way back. Hopefully it won't take long." Jack said with a weary smile.
"Hey, it's going to be okay." Kate said.
"Yeah, I know, one way or another, it's going to be okay." Jack agreed and left.
Jack pulled into the driveway of the home he and Sarah had shared. He was still paying for all of it, including utilities and yard maintenance. He offered to help her sale it and pay for something else, something that didn't remind her of their marriage and their problems, but she wasn't interested in doing anything more than going to work every day and hiding inside her house in the evenings and on the weekends. She was clinically depressed, but refused to stay on any medication long enough for it to work and he was fed up, tired of being both her anchor and crutch and had told her as much on the phone.
She screamed and cried and begged him not to remove himself from her life, not to make her sell the house, but he didn't budge during the phone conversation. The divorce agreement said he had to provide for her, it didn't get specific about the property involved and he felt it was in Sarah's best interest to be closer to her family so they could help her through the difficult time she was having. She finally stopped screaming and crying and agreed to meet with him, told him to come over so they could discuss what would happen in a civil manner and discuss how she would no longer be stalking his family.
Jack knocked on the door and when he didn't get an answer he walked in through the unlocked door and began calling for her. He was about to give up, angry that she'd not stuck around to face the music, when he saw her walking slowly toward him. She was staring straight ahead, almost zombie like and then he saw the gun in her hand and instinctively began backing up, holding his hands up and trying to talk to her.
"Don't worry Jack, I would never hurt you, not like you hurt me." She said and held the gun up to her head.
"Sarah, please, don't do this. We can talk about this, figure out how to help you feel better." Jack pleaded with her.
"You can't help me feel better Jack, nobody can." She mumbled and began to squeeze the trigger.
"Sarah no!" Jack screamed as the gun went off.