Crimson Embrace

Kristi stepped back, surveying the romance she had created in their spacious master bedroom. Candles of every size, shape and color rose from brass candlesticks, fat squatty glass containers; flickered brightly from the red tea lights scattered across the carpeting, spilling from the top of the two dressers and nightstand. She had looped a filmy white material across the top of their black canopy bed, creating an ambience all its own, closing them inside their own little world. More tea lights flickered from the edge of the green marbled hot tub, the fragrant rose petals churning in the water, lending their own intoxicating scent. She crossed the room to the large wall-length mirror, encased in beautiful yellow gold, an anniversary gift from her wonderful husband, Jason. She paused to run her hand over her now flat stomach, delicately layered in white lace and satin, inter-threaded in red ribbons that caught the side of the negligee up on her hip, baring her slender curvaceous form. She sighed dreamily, sinking back on the white satin comforter, her feet still on the floor, hands behind her head, staring up at the twinkling mini clear lights shrouded in the iridescent material. Her husband would be coming home from work soon, no doubt tired and ready for bed, but she had other plans. Nine weeks post-partum, she had given birth to their adorable little girl. She would never forget the look on Jason’s face as their bundle of joy slithered out into the doctor’s hands, all slimy and not all that attractive looking. But to them, she was the most beautiful sight in the whole world, and her hearty cry at entry into the new world, was music to their ears. She remembered the nurses trying to clean the squirming infant as she rooted on her mother’s breasts for nourishment, Jason looking on with the most incredible look on his face. He was in such awe. As Jenae suckled hungrily he gently stroked the thatch of dark, damp hair on her small head, seemingly unable to get his fill of the infant in his arms. After Jenae finished her meal and was nodding off to sleep, Kristi looked up at her husband, extending the warm, swaddled bundle. “Want to hold her?” She had never seen him so excited about anything as he was, the opportunity to cuddle his little girl, not even the Raiders game had gotten him this excited, and that was saying a lot. She smiled as she watched them, daddy and daughter. Jenae opened her eyes just then, focusing on the low masculine voice murmuring to her. Her eyes met and held his and then, to their astonishment and joy, she smiled, right at him! She was such a good baby. She slept through the night at four weeks, took regular naps and rarely cried. But the stress of keeping up with the onslaught of tiny onesies, snap up sleepers, lacy girly dresses and trying to heal from the episiotomy, had dampened Kristi’s sex drive. She and Jason were starting to feel it. Her husband most of all. Too often within the last week, he had reached for her, stroking her arms, her hips, her back, but Kristi had to be honest and whisper, “Not tonight, sweetie. I’m exhausted and still sore.” She knew he was struggling to understand. The six-week limit had come and gone, and she still refused him, even if it was gently. But now, it was Valentine’s Day, and she felt much better. He had no idea what her plans were for the evening. They had discussed earlier that day with her still recovering from the tearing during labor, that they would share a glass of wine, cuddle on the soft leather couch and watch a romantic movie together. She was supposed to have picked out the movie. But, she thought with a smile, he would enjoy this much better. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Yikes, he’d be home in 45 minutes! Shaking herself from the peaceful reverie, she jumped up from the bed. Jenae still needed to be wakened and fed or she’d not sleep through the night and all her planning and scheming would be ruined. She snagged the matching robe to her lacy ensemble, and pushed her arms through, crossing the hall to the dimly lit nursery. As always, she slowed her steps as she reached the crib, awestruck by the innocent beauty that lay before her. She watched as her daughter slept, her tiny chest, rising and falling with each breath. Her dark hair was starting to take on the goldish tinge of her husband; the silken curls lying against her flushed pink cheeks. Gently she reached inside, scooping up the slumbering bundle. As Jenae nursed, her big blue eyes fixed on her face; her heart was overwhelmed with so much love for her daughter. Jenae’s searching hand caught on her mother’s, curling her fist tightly around Kristi’s index finger. Together they rocked, mother and baby, the very vision as that of Madonna and child. This is how Jason found them. He stood in the doorway, watching the tender scene, not able to tear his eyes away. His beautiful bride slept, her head resting lightly against the back of the glider, their little girl cuddled close, her mouth occasionally suckling at the creamy white breast that had escaped the white lace negligee which he could see peeking through the rich folds of the silk robe. He felt himself harden at the beautiful sight and shifted uncomfortably. Kristi had made it clear last week, when they made their plans for Valentine’s Day, that there would be no union of themselves tonight. She was still in pain from the tearing to her body. Taking a deep breath, he moved away from the door. Gently he shook her awake, careful not to wake their daughter. “Hey sweetheart, I’m home,” he whispered into her ear, the wave of her erotic perfume creating yet another tent in his jeans. Oh boy, this was going to be a long night. Kristi wakened slowly, a smile crossing her lips as she glimpsed her husband bent over them. “Hi, you’re early.” “Not really. You fell asleep.” “Oh goodness! The food, I hope it’s okay.” She jumped to her feet, then held her breath as Jenae stirred, whimpered then sank back into sleep. Kristi settled her into the crib, drew a light receiving blanket over her still form, and taking Jason’s hand, tiptoed from the room. She glanced across the hall, relieved that she had slipped their bedroom door closed before going to the nursery. “Come on, I have supper waiting,” she said, leading Jason to the kitchen. Everything was fine, the pork roast had gotten a little brown on the edge but other than that, it looked great. The table was set with glowing tapers and a crisp white tablecloth. As she bent over the stove to retrieve the rolls that were warming, he captured her waist from behind, pressing his lips to her neck, nuzzling her earlobes. With a sigh she relaxed against him, relishing the feel of his hands as they came up under her ribs to caress her breasts. When his fingers began stroking and rolling her pert brown nipples, she turned in his embrace, kissing him gently before moving away. “Come on Romeo, I could use some help,” she said with a smirk over her shoulder as she dropped the rolls into a cloth-lined basket. “There’s time for that later.” He frowned, picking up the casserole dish and carrying it to the table. Why was she tormenting him this way? Giving seductive glances, wearing provocative clothing, her favorite “make out” perfume, her hair caught up in loose sexy curls like he liked? Shaking his head, determined to just relax and enjoy her company on this romantic day, he took his seat across from her. As she slid into her chair, her robe gaped open. He swallowed hard. Great, just great. “You look incredible,” he murmured, lifting his glass for the wine she offered. Kristi smiled at the effect she was having on him. “Thank you. I was hoping you’d like it.” “Ummm, I do. What little I see of it.” Again, the smirk. “How did your day go?” she asked, lifting the gravy boat and scooping a generous dollop onto her potatoes. He shifted uncomfortably. “Pretty good actually. Mark has been letting up on the rigorous schedules. I think he’s getting into the holiday spirit.” “I think that new wife of his is working wonders.” They shared a laugh, and their conversation drifted toward their daughter and the things that amazed them each day. “Oh, you should have seen her,” Kristi gushed. “She was eating this afternoon and she smiled right at me, for the first time. It was so great! Now I know how you felt at the hospital.” “Yeah, that was pretty special.” Jason said with a wistful smile. Then his face grew serious. He reached across the table and took her hands in his. “Kris, I know I promised to try to be patient, but do you think… I mean, is there any way… Oh shoot, what I’m trying to say is - Even if we don’t “make love” per se, do you have any inclination to…”, he blushed. This wasn’t going to be the way he had intended. He pulled his hands away. “Never mind, forget I said anything. Here.” He reached behind him to produce a red and purple gift bag. A large pink card fell out as she reached inside. Her hand closed around a slender crystal vase, exploding with roses in a dark crimson shade. Their heady fragrance filled the room. She pressed her cheek into the softness, then her nose. “Oh honey, they’re beautiful! Thank you.” She leaned across the table to kiss him. He took the brightly wrapped gift and tore into it, revealing a silk pajama set, the color of her skin. She snatched it from his hands, pulling it over her head as she playfully pushed him away. “Now, now, don’t be shy,” she teased, as she turned back to the stove. “Let’s get back to dinner.” She began to set the table, arranging the silverware with deliberate slowness, her movements deliberately provocative. She caught his eye, a knowing glint in her gaze, and offered him a slow, lingering smile. He felt his control slipping away. The aroma of the cooking meat, combined with her intoxicating scent, was driving him wild. He watched her, mesmerized by her beauty, as she expertly carved the roast and placed it on a plate. Just as he was about to speak, she turned, leaning in close to him, her lips brushing against his ear. “You know,” she whispered, her voice husky and low, “Valentine’s Day isn’t just for couples, you know.” She moved away, grabbing a glass of red wine and handing it to him. “Let’s drink to a night full of surprises.” She took a long sip, her eyes never leaving his. Jason drained the glass, savoring the taste of her lips, then leaned in to kiss her again, this time more passionately, their bodies colliding as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He continued kissing her, deeper and deeper, until her pleasure intensified. He pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with desire. “You’re making it hard to concentrate on dinner,” he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. “But I don’t mind.” He lifted her off her feet, carrying her to the leather couch and gently placing her on it, her legs dangling over the side. He sat beside her, pulling her close, kissing her neck and chest, his hands exploring her curves with unrestrained passion. She moaned softly, lost in the pleasure of his touch. He continued kissing her, deepening the intensity of their embrace, until she gasped, her body trembling with excitement. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with anticipation, and whispered, “Just a little bit longer.” Jason smiled, then slowly began to caress her breasts, rolling them gently between his fingers, teasing her flesh. She writhed in his arms, begging him to continue, her pleas echoing through the room. With a satisfied sigh, he obliged, pulling her closer and continuing his sensual exploration, until she reached her peak, her body convulsing with pleasure. As the waves of ecstasy subsided, she leaned her head against his chest, exhausted but content. He held her close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, savoring the moment of shared intimacy. He looked around the room, taking in the flickering candles, the scattered rose petals, and the lingering scent of her perfume. This was exactly what he had hoped for. She was the most beautiful sight in the whole world and her hearty cry at entry into the new world, was music to his ears. As she suckled hungrily he gently stroked the thatch of dark, damp hair on her small head, seemingly unable to get his fill of the infant in her arms. After Jenae finished her meal and was nodding off to sleep, Kristi looked up at her husband, extending the warm, swaddled bundle. “Want to hold her?” She had never seen him so excited about anything as he was, the opportunity to cuddle his little girl, not even the Raiders game had gotten him this excited, and that was saying a lot. She smiled as she watched them, daddy and daughter. Jenae opened her eyes just then, focusing on the low masculine voice murmuring to her. Her eyes met and held his and then, to their astonishment and joy, she smiled, right at him! She was such a good baby. She slept through the night at four weeks, took regular naps and rarely cried. But the stress of keeping up with the onslaught of tiny onesies, snap up sleepers, lacy girly dresses and trying to heal from the episiotomy, had dampened Kristi’s sex drive. She and Jason were starting to feel it. Her husband most of all. Too often within the last week, he had reached for her, stroking her arms, her hips, her back, but Kristi had to be honest and whisper, “Not tonight, sweetie. I’m exhausted and still sore.” She knew he was struggling to understand. The six-week limit had come and gone and she still refused him, even if it was gently. But now, it was Valentine’s Day and she felt much better. He had no idea what her plans were for the evening. They had discussed earlier that day with her still recovering from the tearing during labor, that they would share a glass of wine, cuddle on the soft leather couch and watch a romantic movie together. She was supposed to have picked out the movie. But, she thought with a smile, he would enjoy this much better. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Yikes, he’d be home in 45 minutes! Shaking herself from the peaceful reverie, she jumped up from the bed. Jenae still needed to be wakened and fed or she’d not sleep through the night and all her planning and scheming would be ruined. She snagged the matching robe to her lacy ensemble, and pushed her arms through, crossing the hall to the dimly lit nursery. As always, she slowed her steps as she reached the crib, awestruck by the innocent beauty that lay before her. She watched as her daughter slept, her tiny chest, rising and falling with each breath. Her dark hair was starting to take on the goldish tinge of her husband; the silken curls lying against her flushed pink cheeks. Gently she reached inside, scooping up the slumbering bundle. As Jenae nursed, her big blue eyes fixed on her face; her heart was overwhelmed with so much love for her daughter. Jenae’s searching hand caught on her mother’s, curling her fist tightly around Kristi’s index finger. Together they rocked, mother and baby, the very vision as that of Madonna and child. This is how Jason found them. He stood in the doorway, watching the tender scene, not able to tear his eyes away. His beautiful bride slept, her head resting lightly against the back of the glider, their little girl cuddled close, her mouth occasionally suckling at the creamy white breast that had escaped the white lace negligee which he could see peeking through the rich folds of the silk robe. He felt himself harden at the beautiful sight and shifted uncomfortably. Kristi had made it clear last week, when they made their plans for Valentine’s Day, that there would be no union of themselves tonight. She was still in pain from the tearing to her body. Taking a deep breath, he moved away from the door. Gently he shook her awake, careful not to wake their daughter. “Hey sweetheart, I’m home,” he whispered into her ear, the wave of her erotic perfume creating yet another tent in his jeans. Oh boy, this was going to be a long night. Kristi wakened slowly, a smile crossing her lips as she glimpsed her husband bent over them. “Hi, you’re early.” “Not really. You fell asleep.” “Oh goodness! The food, I hope it’s okay.” She jumped to her feet, then held her breath as Jenae stirred, whimpered then sank back into sleep. Kristi settled her into the crib, drew a light receiving blanket over her still form, and taking Jason’s hand, tiptoed from the room. She glanced across the hall, relieved that she had slipped their bedroom door closed before going to the nursery. “Come on, I have supper waiting,” she said, leading Jason to the kitchen. Everything was fine, the pork roast had gotten a little brown on the edge but other than that, it looked great. The table was set with glowing tapers and a crisp white tablecloth. As she bent over the stove to retrieve the rolls that were warming, he captured her waist from behind, pressing his lips to her neck, nuzzling her earlobes. With a sigh she relaxed against him, relishing the feel of his hands as they came up under her ribs to caress her breasts. When his fingers began stroking and rolling her pert brown nipples, she turned in his embrace, kissing him gently before moving away. “Come on Romeo, I could use some help,” she said with a smirk over her shoulder as she dropped the rolls into a cloth-lined basket. “There’s time for that later.” He frowned, picking up the casserole dish and carrying it to the table. Why was she tormenting him this way? Giving seductive glances, wearing provocative clothing, her favorite “make out” perfume, her hair caught up in loose sexy curls like he liked? Shaking his head, determined to just relax and enjoy her company on this romantic day, he took his seat across from her. As she slid into her chair, her robe gaped open. He swallowed hard. Great, just great. “You look incredible,” he murmured, lifting his glass for the wine she offered. Kristi smiled at the effect she was having on him. “Thank you. I was hoping you’d like it.” “Ummm, I do. What little I see of it.” Again, the smirk. “How did your day go?” she asked, lifting the gravy boat and scooping a generous dollop onto her potatoes. He shifted uncomfortably. “Pretty good actually. Mark has been letting up on the rigorous schedules. I think he’s getting into the holiday spirit.” “I think that new wife of his is working wonders.” They shared a

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