Chapter Seven

Olga stretched in a cat-like manner as she watched her long lost lover’s lean physique stride from the bed to the dresser.

“You aren’t leaving this bed, are you?” she cooed as she shifted her slender body onto its side.  A teasing glint appeared in her eyes. “Are you seriously going to tell me that’s all you have to offer?”

Arthur turned and gave her a sly, sensual smirk. His faded blue eyes twinkled with amusement as they took in every inch of her naked loveliness. It may have been close to two decades since he’d enjoyed her sweetness between the sheets, but she’d not changed one bit. Her breasts were still large and firm enough to hold steady against gravity’s constant tugging. Although she was noticeably thinner than before the war, her lean hips were still smooth and curvy; just as he’d remembered them.  Considering the hardships that she’d endured -along with the rest of mankind- her flesh was still smooth and plenty silky enough.  It was only the faintest hint of grey around her temples and the fading of luster in her eyes that gave away the years.

“Woman, you’ll wear me out,” he chuckled as he started back to the bed.  Sliding onto the mattress next to her, he traced her hardened nipple with the tip of his finger.  “I thought that you’d want to take it slow since it’s been so long since you’ve had sex.”

She gave a teasing chuckle. “You mean sex with someone else?”

“Damn, woman.  I get turned on just thinking about that,” he said with a lusty growl as he dove forward and pulled her nipple into his mouth.

She groaned with renewed pleasure as she repositioned herself to better allow him access to her erogenous body parts and her greedy body the ability to enjoy his ministrations to their fullest.

“I’ve missed you, Arthur,” she gasped as she ran her fingers through his hair.  “So many times when I pleasured myself, I pretended that it was you.”

He lifted his head and gave her a serious look. “I wish that it had been, my love.”  Pulling himself so that his face was level with hers, he kissed her long and hard while his good hand found its way to her sensitive womanhood. “I miss watching you enjoy our love making.  You look so sexy and hot.”

“Still?”  she gasped as his ministrations began to take effect.  “We were young then.”

“You’re still just as beautiful as ever, my love, and still just as hot,”  he muttered before covering her mouth with his again.

He kissed her through several orgasms before he slid his manhood deep inside of her very ready womanhood and took them both to their ultimate heights of passion.   Unable to contain his erotic ecstasy, he roared like a lion while she mindlessly moaned her joy and pleasure.  After which, they remembered that they weren’t alone in the house and giggled like two  teenagers who’d misbehaved behind their parent’s back.

Since he’d climbed off of her almost immediately after their first bout of making love, she expected him to do the same once they’d stopped giggling.  Instead, he shifted his body so that she wasn’t feeling crushed beneath him, but remained inside of her while he very swiftly fell into a deep sleep.

She wasn’t so quick to let slumber take over.  When she was engaged to Arthur, she was a young research doctor in her late twenties.  Now, she was a middle aged woman who’d taken on the burden of survival for what remained of her family until they were able to relieve her of some of it.  She’d used her education and wisdom to make sure that they all stayed healthy and in top physical condition.  Because of this, her body was slow to age.  Because her body was slow to age, she was still menstruating. Because she was still menstruating, the risk of pregnancy through unprotected sex was very real.  It may not have been as strong as if she was in her younger years, but it was still there.

She lay for a considerable length of time while she wondered if she should point this fact out to Arthur so that future sex would be of a more responsible nature.  Although she’d lamented over the loss of the opportunity to birth her own child over the years, those years were passed. Now, her worry would be over the impact of what she’d consider a geriatric pregnancy on her body, as well as her life, if she did conceive.

Deciding that it was best to bring this fact up to him the following morning, she slipped into a deep and blissful sleep.  It was still dark when she awoke to the sensation of his soft lips working their magic in the most sensitive area of her womanhood.  It was as if one of her countless dreams over the years had come to life.   She threw her hand to her mouth to catch the squeal of ecstasy that threatened to echo through the darkness while all concerns to avoid a pregnancy rushed into the closet of her mind with the door firmly closing behind them.

By the time she and Arthur left his bedroom the following morning, she’d given up on the idea of having the pregnancy risk discussion with him that night. After so much intense love making, she felt that it was as redundant as putting on a raincoat over a body that was soaked through from walking through a torrential downpour.  It was too little, too late. 

She decided to wait and see if he intended to continue taking her to his bed or if that was just a night of all nights to make up for the years of thinking each other dead.  If he did, then she’d broach the subject and see how he felt about it.

Their night had been wild, wacky, and incredibly satisfying, but it had also been an unfamiliar workout for both of their bodies.  They did their best not to show the results from the strain they’d put their muscles under as they moved about the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Kendra and Rex made no mention of the sounds of love making that escaped Arthur’s room, but Ari wasn’t as tactful as she trudged from the office wearing a look of dejection. She thoughtlessly complained about the lack of sleep she’d experienced due to all of the moaning and animal howling coming through the walls. 

The truth of the matter was that she was jealous about the fact that Olga’s man had clearly made love to her all night long while her man wasn’t able to perform at all.  He was even too tired to compensate for his inability to perform by pleasuring her.  Since it was their first night in a real bed since they’d said their marriage vows, she was sorely disappointed. To add to her misery, because she was awake most of the night, she was aware of Felix mumbling Kendra’s name in his sleep in a manner that sounded far too intimate to her ears.

She watched as Kendra and Rex rolled up the bedding that they’d used and snarled inwardly.  They may have been more tactful and silent, but she had no doubt that they’d made love as well.  A feeling of intense animosity toward Kendra overtook her as she remembered her husband whispering her name in his sleep.  For the first time, she questioned if these cousins were something more to each other than simply pseudo-brother and pseudo-sister.

The happy grin that her husband wore as he bounded out of the office while announcing his hunger and greeting each member of the household with a jovial ‘good morning’ didn’t help her mood one bit.   She had to hold herself back from attacking Kendra when he gave her a light kiss on the cheek.  It was something that he did every day, but, that particular morning it raised a red flag to Ari.

Felix managed to catch the look that his wife shot his cousin and raised a brow in wonder.  He could think of no reason why she’d feel animosity toward her.  As far as he could tell, Kendra had been amiable and welcoming for some time now. Considering what his cousin had been put through by Ari’s brother  after Ari helped kidnap her, he thought it mighty big of Kendra to forgive and forget.  Sure, Ari finally aided in Kendra’s escape, but it was after months of sexual use and captivity.  He wasn’t sure that the loan of a horse after pointing the way out of Center Land was enough to make up for that.

He filled his lungs with air as his eyes settled on the pink flesh of Kendra’s long neck.   He always loved it when she wore her hair in a high ponytail. It made it easy for him to admire the sleek lines of her long, graceful neck. Although slender, Ari’s neck was short in comparison.  Then, he’d met very few women with the shape and appeal of his cousin.  She was most definitely one of a kind.  More than once, he’d wished that he’d been born outside of the family and met her after he’d grown, like Rex had done. Perhaps, then, they could have been  together like he longed to be. Like he felt it was right to be.

Shocked at the direction that his mind was taking him, he shook the thoughts from his head and forced himself to shower his wife with attention while teasing some breakfast from his aunt.