Against All Odds 3

Life was never the same for them. It was hard for him and for her too. But they never gave up hopes. Hopes of a better future somewhere, somehow.

An accident had left her paralyzed neck down. And it was he who was always with her. A month had passed since the hemorrhage. For two weeks, she was in a hospital and after being discharged, she came back home. Being a writer, she continued her work with the help of her apprentice. She would dictate and he would key in. life was not easy, rather it was difficult but she never gave up.

It was late when he returned home from the office. His absence from office during her stay in hospital had left a huge pile of work. As usual just after his office, he went to his dear wife. He sat with her holding her hand and talking about his day. He was very tired and the day was hot. The temperature was shooting. He went for a bath.

Stepping out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, he stepped in front of a mirror, combing his wet hair. All the time her ravenous, longing eyes were watching him with appetite. When he looked at her, she smiled back at him. He too knew what the smile was about. He too wanted it but this time, he was not sure, hesitant.

He sat beside her, holding her hand and asked if she wanted anything. She nodded and replied, "Bath". His heart was pumping fast. A long stint in hospital and his days loaded with work both at home and office. He needed his wife. Perhaps now more than ever, and still he knew it was not possible. He knew it was the end of their sexual life. He looked around for the nurse. She replied; the nurse is not here. I let her go today in the evening. He smiled at her and lifted her in his arms. He could not help noticing how much weight she had lost.

Once in the bathtub, he slowly removed her dress one by one. He never felt like this before. His own physical desire was on one side and on the other was the difficult situation that life had got them. It was a quick bath. Both of them were lost in memories of the time when they had a shower together. All the time, she was so active and fun loving. He felt like holding her tight and shaking her till the invisible stone cast that had trapped her crumbled down.

He soaped and massaged every part of her body. The moment his hands were about to clean up her valley of the garden and his dearest dark cave, his hand hesitated for a moment. After all, those were the very spots were they had enjoyed so much. Wiping her dry, he fully dressed her in a black skirt and white shirt.

Carefully, he laid her back, changed his trousers and began arranging the sofa to sleep. Since she came back from the hospital, he had been sleeping in a sofa.

She called out, "would you please sleep here tonight, on the bed?" It was something he was afraid of. The surge of blood was making him restless. He needed more distance from her. He was afraid, of being close to her and still not being insane. Here she was calling him. Did she not understand what he was going through? But he loved her too much to think about himself. She needed him and that was enough for him to say sure.

Both of them knew that they were wide awake, listening to the breaths of night. He was trying his level best not to look at her. But time and again his gaze went to her and he found her watching him intently.

After sometime she said, "I want my husband tonight. I want to feel him." He was taken by surprise. He knew what she felt like but had never expected a request like this from her. Was it because she knew what he wanted.

He replied in a broken sentence, "but ... you...you are not .."

"shhhh... I want my husband..."came her reply.

"Doctor ... I mean... How can ... I mean ... Won't it harm you... you don't understand."

"Please", she said no more, though he was expecting a long discussion. Her silence was indicative of her decision.

Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, pulled her to the middle of the bed for her safety and bent over her. Her lips parted a bit to call him. He planted his lips over her and it seemed the thirst of centuries just got kindled. His lips sucked her and her vibrant tongue teased his hungry mouth. When he left, her lips were bright red. She smiled and commanded him to remove his last piece of his attire. Her wish was his command, removing his last piece of garment, his trouser. Even before his could remove it completely, his patience ran out. His mouth found a place on her neck while his hands were busy removing his trouser. Once he got rid of his apparel, he stopped at once to look at her. There was a fire burning in her eyes. She was communicating with her half-open eyes. The effect of his volley of kisses on her neck was still very evident. It was driving him insane. He could no longer control himself. His hands reached the hook of her skirt.

"Please", she pleaded, her voice in a whisper, eyes closed, and her face lifted slightly. That was only movement possible for her. Her inability again pained him. His anger and pain found a way out through her skirt. Her skirt was ripped apart. He tore it, and in shred, it came out. Somehow it gave them both immense pleasure.

His longing hands traversed the length and breadth of her fair thighs, shanks and toes. He was touching them to reassure himself that they were still his. He had not lost it. The more he touched them, more she whispered sweet nonsense.

He took one leg at a time, held it by one hand and licked it in the reverse direction. She had no sensation in her legs but still seeing him touch her, lick her was giving her immense sexual pleasure. She closed her eyes for few moments. She was savoring each touch and kiss. Science may not agree that she could feel his warm lips and a burning tongue. There are forces still unexplained by science. She was feeling him all over her. All of his touches were carried to her, not by her skin but by his intense feeling, love and care. These were received loud and clear not by her impaired carrier but by emotions that had bound them too tightly.

"The shirt", she reminded. The next moment, she was in his arm and her shirt slid down her quite hands. She was only in her lingerie. Her hands were by her side, little extended from her body and her legs as he had kept them one on the other. She seemed so perfect size 0. Her lips murmured something. He looked at her, her expression had changed a bit. On the side stand was a knife. He got it, and gently cut her beautiful brassiere. The same treatment was given to the lower one.

Once freeing her of them, he watched her. He slept on her, each limb touching hers. And slowly moved upward, giving her time to access his lips, neck, chest one after another. Then there was a turn of his little rudimentary organ. She sucked them hard till he clasped his hand in her hair and gently pulled her face upward to his. Again, he moved up a bit giving her time to dig in her tongue in his deep naval. His eyes were closed with anticipation of the next stoppage. It brought her mouth to the most sensitive part on his body. Teasing the shaft with her nose, she moved to the inner lining of the scrotum. She was there till he mourned and mourned and mourned.

He shook a bit, his muscles tensed before the release. Her face was all splashed with his fluid. Now it was his turn, he licked clean her face and went down, parted her legs and moved in deep to kiss the deepest spot. He got up and laid full length on her. He moved his body on her, feeling her and every move was increasing his excitement. It was gathering momentum. He rolled over and slowly and carefully brought her to the top of him. He slowly entered her. The flickering of her eyes and blushing of her face was a testimony of his achievement. Drop of salty water of excitement dripped down from her eyes and so did sweat from him. She had reached her orgasm. Again he rolled her back. He eyes were closed and he was tired. He laid her closer to her. Slowly she opened her eyes and whispered "Thanks".

He replied, "No! Thanks to you." He drew her closer to her and enveloping his hands around her, he kissed on her eyes, cheek, lips and neck.

He patted her forehead, and stroked her hair. She seemed to be tired. She drifted to sleep in no time getting his soothing touches and pats. Relieved and satisfied, he too slept peacefully, perhaps for the first time after the accident that had left her better life tied to the bed. But now he knew life was changed but still not so much. It was still beautiful and worth living.