please be advised that this chapter contains adult material.
"Don't I get to help?" While watching was good – very good indeed, especially from this angle – Marty knew that it would be even better to be touching Kensi, to be running his hands down the length of her leg, and then maybe back up again.
"You want to help?" Kensi peeked round beguilingly at him and then moved to sit on the arm of the chair. "Help yourself."
He didn't need to be told twice. If ever there was an invitation that simply could not be refused, then this was it. Slowly Marty eased the fine-gauge stocking down her leg, dotting a series of kisses as her skin was gradually revealed.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" Kensi moved so that she was kneeling over him, one knee on either side of his legs.
"Maybe once or twice. There was this girl called Fern and she taught me all sorts of things." His hands were on her bare ass, and it felt as if they were on fire and branding her. Kensi rotated her hips slightly, watching the smile on his face broaden and then bent over and reached down the side of the chair.
"I'll bet she did. But I've got a few tricks of my own." She found the button and there was a whir as the motor purred into action and the chair began to move.
"Seems you were right when you called this a vibrating porn chair," Marty admitted, lying back and enjoying the sensations that seeped throughout every inch of his body. Okay, finally a long-held dream had finally come true.
"Make the most of it, because this is the only time this is going to happen," Kensi informed him, with mock fierceness. "And it's only because you've been so ill."
"And because you love me?"
"That too."
"And because you've secretly always wanted to?" he asked hopefully, but Kensi stopped any further questions by kissing him, while at the same time undoing his belt, and then unbuttoning his jeans.
They had made love several times since Marty's return from hospital: slow, languorous love-making, two people celebrating their love, moving in unison and knowing one another so intimately. But this was different, there was nothing slow or deliberate in the slightest. The only foreplay had been verbal but they were both ready and when he slammed into her, it almost took Kensi's breath away. This was hard, fast and urgent, almost rough, all about fulfilling a mutual need. It was like the wildest ride on a runaway horse, with their violent movements counterpointed by the motions of the chair.
Kensi found that she was digging her nails into Marty's shoulders, and then as he reared up towards her again she was raking them right down the length of his back. The subdued groan of pain this caused only served to spur her desire on even further, contracting her inner muscles to hold him firmly and then bucking her hips, rotating them: doing everything she could think of that would bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible. This was all about getting there and she was so close now and they were moving so fast it was getting difficult to breath.
He was getting out of control, Marty thought, but there wasn't a thing he could do about that; there was nothing he could do about it because his body was acting on its own volition and he had no choice but to keep on with this insane rhythm. Forget about holding back and prolonging the moment, the only thing he could comprehend was how insanely good this all felt and how much he needed this: needed to feel alive again, like a man again.
It hit her harder than Kensi had thought possible, shuddering through her so that for a moment she was unable to move and then collapsed bonelessly down on to Marty's chest, which was glazed in sweat and heaving from the exertion. For a long time they remained like that, and the only sound in the room was their rapid intakes of breath as the world gradually returned to normal.
"That was… different." Towards the end, Marty had felt his control fly away completely and knew how right this was.
"Incredible." Kensi watched the pulse beating away in the hollow of his neck and could feel her heart still thundering away inside her chest. There had been a point where she had honestly thought it might burst, but God, it was so good to know that they could still surprise each other with the ferocity of their love, could still be swept away. There had never been anything remotely predictable about their lovemaking, and it looked as if there never would be. "Happy anniversary."
And the best thing of all was that they had the rest of the weekend.
"You will be careful?" Kensi begged. She was lying on the bed, wearing only a pink satin eye mask, originally intended for the wearer to don as a sleep aid. Except sleep was the farthest thing on her mind at the moment.
"Don't you trust me?" Marty tried to sound aggrieved, but nothing could disguise the tremor of excitement in his voice.
"I trust you – I'm just not sure if I trust you with a razor in your hand. It's not like you've had much practice, after all."
"I've had enough, believe me." He sat back on his heels. "Mind you, if it's day in, day out experience you want, maybe we should ask Sam to come over and give me some hints and tips?"
"Don't you dare!" Kensi started to giggle at the idea.
"He could maybe even give a practical demonstration. Sam could do one side, and then I could do the other. How does that grab you?"
"It's not. Not in the slightest." Kensi lifted up the mask and peeked out. "As fantasies go, that one sucks."
"It doesn't do that much for me either," he confessed, reaching over and pulling it firmly back into position. "Lie back and relax."
"I don't think 'relax' is quite the word I'd have chosen," Kensi began, and then gave a squeak of surprise as Marty squeezed out a generous amount of shaving foam. "That's really cold!" she protested half-heartedly as he rubbed it in and then subsided as she felt his hand gently nudging against her inner thigh. Responding to his touch, she crooked her leg accordingly. "Is that okay?"
"Perfect." Marty bent down and attended to the task with intense concentration. A shiver of delight ran down Kensi's spine as the razor made its first pass. The need for perfect stillness, the fact she could not see a thing and yet knew that Marty was looking at her intently all combined to build up an expectation and to create an excitement that was difficult to contain – and yet she had to. There was nothing quite like knowing that a razor was sweeping around the most delicate and sensitive parts of your anatomy to induce a state of almost paralysis.
"And does madam have any special requests today?"
"Be careful," she begged
"Very funny. You think I don't have a vested interest in this?" He moved her other leg gently into position, and once again the razor started to glide over her skin. "Nearly there." Which was true in more ways than one.
"I'm beginning to think you might just have done this before." He was being incredibly gentle, using slow, precise movements.
"I know the theory – but I've never put it into practice in quite this way before." One last stroke and it was finished. "Okay – do not move. And do not peek." The bed moved as he got up.
Kensi could not help herself. "Or what?"
"Or I'll take a photo on my cell phone," he called out from the bathroom.
That was enough to freeze her into instant immobility. "You wouldn't dare."
"You're right, I wouldn't." Marty rang out the washcloth and padded back through. "Okay, hold still."
He had used warm water, but it was still a shock when to feel the cloth on her suddenly exposed flesh and Kensi only just managed to bite back a gasp of astonishment.
"Please tell me you're not going to put aftershave on?" she managed to say, once she'd got her breath back.
"Hell no." He sounded as if he was cringing. "It's easy to see you've never put on any after shaving. Believe me, it stings badly enough on your face, let alone in, uh – more delicate areas."
"I'll take your word for it." Kensi started to sit up. "Can I see this masterpiece now?" She held out her hand and let Marty lead her over to the mirror.
"Ready for the unveiling?"
"As I'll ever be." She tried to sound resigned, but in truth Kensi felt as nervous as any schoolgirl and then was suddenly blinking as the mask was removed. As her eyes adjusted to the light, her gaze moved downwards.
"Well?"
Kensi could see the anxious look on Marty's face as she looked at the perfect love-heart he had created. "You really are surprisingly romantic, do you know that?" She leant back against him and smiled at their reflections. "And surprisingly talented."
"You really like it?"
"I really like it." Kensi lifted up her arms so that she could reach up and pull his face down for a kiss. "And I really love you."
Marty's hand was cupping her, his fingers tangled in the damp curls of his artistic masterpiece. "Want to show me how much?"
Even randy plot bunny didn't see that one coming!