No More Laters

by Coleen Singer

  "I promise," she whispered, one part of her glad the spanking was over, but now the fiery branding of his hand against her had stopped, one part also longing for more. Without realizing she was doing it, her hips moved provocatively at the memory of his hand.

  Noticing and understanding, Michael chuckled as he ran his hands over her panties and squeezed the chubby red pouches of flesh peeking from under the leg elastics.

  "Time for these to come down, I think," he muttered, as he took hold of the top of her panties and slid them down. "Hmm," he murmured appreciatively as the whole of her plump, now dusky-pink cheeks were revealed. "Your arse is a crime, Roo," he told her, heating it and the rest of her in quite a different way as his hands and fingers sensuously explored its curves and hollows. "How can any man be expected to resist such a glorious thing?"

  Gently he parted her thighs, allowing his roaming hand to come closer to the secret that had so far been hidden from him. Soft folds of moist, succulent flesh peeped from between her legs, and from between them, even more shyly, peeped the deep pink tip of the hot iceberg he was so longing to explore.

  Jill's moans of anguish turned to tortured pleasure as his hand gently caressed, squeezed, explored and teased her bottom and thighs. His fingers drew ever closer to her as yet untouched jewel, but then slipped away and ran alongside the crease between the place for punishment and the place for pleasure. Her brazenness surprising and shocking her, she moved her thighs still further apart and arched her bottom toward him trying to entice him to help quell the ache rising within her.

  The temptation was too much. His palm ran down the line of the cleft of her bottom, and then turned to disappear between her legs. He cupped the tender golden-curl-covered pouch and gently squeezed as Jill moaned and pressed herself against him.

  "Gently, baby," he crooned, as her movements became more agitated. "We've got all night." Removing his hand, he began to spank her slowly, gently, firmly across the base of her cleft. The thud of his hand stung only slightly as it flattened her plump cheeks and sent waves of sensation cascading through every sensitive nerve in her now swollen and dripping love nest.

  She gasped and cried out at the unfamiliar torment of intensifying passion which filled her body, leaving no room for breath or thought. "Please, Michael," she moaned, unconscious of her words or of what it was she was asking for.

  This time, when the spanking stopped, it was a lone finger that slipped between her parted thighs, pushing aside the hot wet folds to reach her pleasure button.

  "Ah," she moaned, trying to rise as a sharp bolt of sensation scored through her, but Michael's hand on her back held her still, massaging and rubbing to distract her enough from the work his hand was doing lower down so as to allow the first shock to pass.

  "Relax, baby," he crooned, his finger sliding back to dip its tip into her warm juicy well. She cried out at the first intrusion, but it was over immediately, his finger taking its prize of honey back to the hard swollen peak expectantly awaiting him. He drenched it with her own slippery sweetness and rubbed and massaged until Jill was crying softly with abandoned lust across his knee.

  He slipped her panties off her ankles and pulled her up until she was sitting on his knee. Then in one deft movement, raised her nightie over her head and she was naked before him. As he closed one hand gently over a heavy swollen breast, his eyes held hers, willing her to have courage, to not falter before his gaze. Silently he asked her to trust him, to unashamedly give him the gift of her body and take the pleasure he offered in return, and he saw the answer in her eyes. With a groan of desire, he took her lips, gently at first but becoming more demanding, until he forced her to part them and accept his tongue into her as she would soon be accepting a different part of him.

  For what seemed an eternity, his mouth explored hers, making up for all the kisses they'd never shared in the past. Time after time, his mouth took hers yet again, until she was liquefying and falling into him. Reality beyond the pressure of his lips, the teasing of his tongue, the nibbling of his teeth no longer existed, except for the soft sensations of his hands on her body, as they ran possessively over her breasts, down her belly and played amongst the crop of curls shielding her cave. Spiralling down into a pit of sensuality, Jill lost touch with all but the presence and reality of the man she worshipped, the man now initiating her into the sacred carnal rites.

  "I want to taste you all over," he muttered gruffly at last as he moved his mouth away from her lips to kiss her breast. Picking her up, he lay her down on the bed, and quickly removed his own clothes. She'd seen him in shorts before, and already knew how gorgeous was his broad, strong chest, his flat, hard stomach and long, lean legs, but as he removed the last of his clothing, she saw his manhood for the first time. She gasped at its size and sense of power, not from fear but from a deep longing to submit totally to that power.

  Kneeling on the bed by her feet, he gently pushed her legs apart, carefully watching her eyes to ensure he didn't frighten her. Then murmuring sweetness to her the while, he ran his hands along her legs, caressing her thighs, and trailing his hands with his mouth, leaving tiny kisses all over her. With one last look of reassurance, his hands gently parted the soft shell and the tip of his tongue sought the glistening hidden pearl. The shock of so sweet a sensation, caused her to buck and her hands enmeshed themselves in his thick hair, as his tongue teased and tantalised and drove her carefully to the brink of ecstasy. Pulling back for a moment, his mouth moved downwards, and for the second time she felt an intrusion into her feminine well-spring, but this time it was his tongue.

  "Oh, Michael!" she gasped as her innocence was stripped away and she stood at the doorway of sensual awareness.

  Sensing his advantage, Michael returned his mouth to the tiny nubble of womanly ecstasy. Cupping his hands beneath her tender recently-spanked bottom, he held her hips up to give him total access to the juicy morsel he was devouring. Beneath him, Jill writhed and moaned as she felt herself trapped by waves of sensuality, which threatened to drown her completely. Then, magically, a new feeling appeared, something delicious and freeing, transporting her up and away from the frustration and torment, until it suddenly shattered, showering her with thousands of heavenly tingles. She cried out as she was swept away and with a last gentle kiss, he moved over her, teasing her nipples with his tongue as he waited for her to return to him.

  Opening her deeply-smiling eyes, Jill reached her arms around his neck, and as though she'd spent a lifetime doing it, drew him toward her, up and into her, arching her hips to receive his demanding phallus. The synchronicity of their coupling was jolted only fractionally as he pushed past the barrier, and as he penetrated to her deepest heart, his arms closed around her.

  "Oh, Baby," he cried softly, realizing the true nature of the gift she'd given him. "You are so beautiful. Don't worry, Sweetheart," he whispered in her ear as his thrusting became more urgent. "Next time will be better," and then his head went up, and he called out loud as he spilled his passion inside her.

  And it was. Sometime later, after they'd slept in each other's arms for a while, he took her again. This time, he entered her quickly, then wrapping her arms and legs around him, he began to kiss her gently and tenderly. She tried to move against the masculine presence filling her belly, but he stilled her.

  "Gently, Baby," he crooned, holding her tight. "Relax. Don't rush. Enjoy how good it feels having me inside you."

  And she did. She hadn't known how powerfully erotic such a gentle experience could be; had always imagined that sex was rough and hard. For what seemed an eternity, he held her naked body against his own, barely moving, just a tiny caress, a tiny kiss every now and then, and slowly Jill began to understand. A groundswell of voluptuousness was building inside her, more powerful than she'd felt before. Her breathing deepened, her muscles clenched and Michael knew her erotic journey had begun. Pausing her along the way, he turned her slightly so her bottom was accessible, and began spanking her again. Each smack of h
is hand, pushing her against him inside her, creating a wildfire of desire.

  She cried with the sweet unbearable agony, but still he refused to let her move. Relentlessly he spanked the focal point of her deepest yearnings, turning discipline into sensual pleasure and forcing her to confront her own unique sexuality. With a loud cry she didn't recognise as her own, the excruciating torment broke in a shuddering series of convulsions that rocked her soul, and the intimate squeezings around Michael's awaiting shaft roused it to action. Rocking and probing, it sought its own glorious release, as Michael stopped spanking and impaled her harder beneath him. His mouth again took hers in one hard passionate kiss before he thrust one last time and brought forth his own moment of glory.

  It was midday before Jill finally awoke, alone. She'd been aware of Michael going to the bathroom at some time, but he'd given her a gentle kiss on the cheek and told her to go back to sleep. Her beautifully sated body stretched luxuriously as she remembered the night's pleasure and a wanton feeling of desire sent her looking for the man who could satisfy it.

  Slipping a robe over her nakedness, she checked the bathroom.

  "Michael?" she called, but the door was open and the room empty. The empty silence of the flat suddenly penetrated her happiness and she ran to the kitchen, but it too was empty. "Michael!" she called again, this time with a note of urgency in her voice and her heart pounding in her chest. Glancing into the lounge room, she immediately saw the note propped up on the table.

  "Dear Roo," she read. "Thanks for a great evening. I shan't forget it. You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't have the heart to wake you, so decided to just leave this note to say thanks and goodbye. Take care, Michael."

  As tears filled her eyes and spilled over to roll down her cheeks, she read and reread the note in disbelief. Thanks and goodbye! That was all he had to say? A great evening! Is that what it had been for him? For her it had been the most magical moment of her life, and although she wouldn't have changed a moment of it even then, she couldn't believe she'd been foolish enough to think it had been special for him too.

  For a while she allowed herself to hope that he'd telephone, or maybe even turn up on her doorstep unexpectedly, but days turned into weeks and she heard nothing. Finally, she gave up waiting for the telephone to ring or a knock to sound at her door. Discouraging even the mention of his name, she quietly cast aside her dreams, locked away her heart and tried as best she could to get on with her life—a life she knew would never be shared with the man she loved.

  Chapter Nine

  June in Melbourne is cold and wet, and as Jill looked out Vicky's window she was confronted by a typical drizzling winter's day. Under different circumstances, she may not have felt so depressed, may even have gone for a walk to splash in the puddles, but it was not the weather causing her present distress.

  When her friend had rung her in tears a short time earlier, Jill had hurried over fearing the worst. But while she'd been relieved to find that Vicky and her baby, now due in only a matter of a few weeks, were fine, she'd been distressed to hear that Elizabeth's condition had suddenly deteriorated and her doctor had decided her operation should be performed without delay.

  "I just feel like I'm letting everyone down," Vicky was saying sadly, as huge tears slid down her cheeks and splashed onto the table.

  "What on earth are you talking about?" Jill asked with genuine bewilderment.

  "Well, if Mum and Dad leave the farm, who will help Michael? Ali and I were supposed to be going after the baby is born, but no one will let me go now. I don't know why not, but they say I have to stay in Melbourne until the baby comes, as though no one in Mildura has babies!"

  "I'm sure they're just being careful. They just want to make sure you and the baby have the best care, that's all."

  "Yes, I know," Vicky conceded, "but who will look after the house and cook for Michael? He can take care of himself, but still sometimes he doesn't get in until late so he'll have to live on baked beans and tinned soup! Besides Mum does so much of the paperwork, and the ordering, and answering the mail and stuff like that. Heaps of things. Michael won't be able to do all of that plus his own work, and now I can't go and help and I know Mum is going to worry about the farm and then she won't be able to rest and…."

  "Stop it, Vicky," Jill interrupted as Vicky became more and more upset with each new thought of disaster. "As you just pointed out, Mum has more than enough to worry about without adding you and her first grandchild to the list. I'm sure she just wants to know that you are taking things easy and concentrating on looking after yourself and bubby."

  Vicky sighed. "Yes, Roo. I know you're right. But that's not going to stop her worrying about Michael and the farm, is it?"

  Jill was silent for a moment.

  "I'll go," she said quietly at last.

  "You?"

  "Yes, me."

  "But...."

  "I can do it," Jill said with a determination she scarcely felt. "I've spent enough time there to pick up on some things. Besides, I'm a fast learner and anything I have trouble with I can ask Michael. And I can certainly cook and look after the house and run messages."

  "But what about your work?"

  "Oh, that won't be a problem. Tim won't have any trouble getting a free-lance in to help out and the rest he and Gaye will be able to manage. I'm not sure they'll even notice I'm gone," she added with a grin.

  "So, they're still together then?"

  "Absolutely! And, they're very happy."

  "Are you sure there's never even a twinge of doubt you did the right thing letting him slip through your fingers like that?" Vicky asked.

  "Totally sure!" Jill laughed. "I honestly have never seen Tim as more than a friend, and I doubt he ever seriously thought of me as anything else, either. Anyway, I haven't had any time off since Christmas, so I've got holidays due," she continued, steering the conversation back to the matter in hand. "I know Tim won't mind if I take a few weeks off. So, it's all settled. Why don't we ring Mum now and let her know."

  "Okay, if you're sure," Vicky said, still sounding as though she was anything but sure herself, and Jill didn't have to guess to know what was on her mind. "But, Roo, how will you feel about practically living in the same house as Michael. I mean, I've had the distinct impression that you're none too fond, to put it mildly, of my oldest brother, although you still haven't told me what happened between you two. I mean, I'm not even allowed to mention his name!"

  "Yeah, well, maybe..." Jill conceded grimly. "But I'm doing this for the rest of you, not for him. Besides, I won't have to see that much of him anyway. Now, ring Mum and tell her."

  Jill brushed off the suggestion that being anywhere near Michael and having to deal with him on at least a cordial basis was a problem, but in fact it was the first thing she'd thought of as well. It was true his name had become taboo, yet despite her pretence during the day that no such person existed, she hadn't been able to prevent him from invading her dreams as she slept fitfully alone in the bed they'd shared together for one magical night.

  It was hardly surprising, then, that Vicky was regarding her now with scepticism, but if Vicky felt she owed her parents for all their past love and care, Jill did too, to no less a degree. Her own feelings would have to be pushed aside.

  "Honestly," she stressed again. "I want to go. I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing I could have helped out but didn't. If you won't ring, I will."

  While Vicky watched, still clearly doubtful about the wisdom of the plan, Jill put her proposition to Jack and Elizabeth.

  "It's all settled," she told Vicky as she replaced the receiver. "Jack says they'd like to stay in town for a couple of weeks while she recuperates, and I think she'd like to be near you when the baby's born, so if all goes according to plan, they should be gone about four weeks. And they're quite happy to let me help out, so I'll just have to let Tim know and pack a few things. I'll drive up. If I leave tomorrow at lunchtime, I'll be there before dark."


  "Thanks, Roo. You're fantastic, do you know that?" Vicky hugged her warmly. "I just couldn't think what on earth we were going to do, and I just felt so tied and helpless. Ali and I can still go when the baby's born. I'm sure Mum will need more time to rest and regain her strength when she gets back to the farm."

  "Well, you're not to worry about it now, okay?" Jill told her sternly. "You're to think about nothing but having this baby and visiting Mum if you can whilst she's in hospital. I'll take care of Michael, and Dave when he's around, and the house and everything, and you can give me progress reports from here."

  "You've got yourself a deal, kid," Vicky agreed, extending her hand for Jill to shake, and so the matter was settled.

  The sun was low in the western sky and dusk was thickening the crisp cool air as Jill pulled up outside the farmhouse the following evening. Jack, who'd been keeping watch, hurried to greet her and carry her bag.

  "Hi, Jack. How's Mum?" Jill asked, unable to keep the concern from her voice.

  "Hello, love," Jack responded affectionately. "She's not too bad, and once we get down to the city and get this thing fixed up, she'll be right as rain, don't you worry about that."

  "I guess we'll all be glad when it's over. It's hard not to worry."

  "I know, love, but there's no need, Doc Doyle says. And now you're here, she can go and get herself fixed up without having to worry about Mike and the farm. We really appreciate what you're doing for us, you know that, don't you, love?"

  "Yes, of course," Jill patted his arm, touched by the sincerity in his voice. "Everything will be fine here. Mum's what's important now, and I know she'll be in the very best of hands with you looking after her."

  "Just so long as you know how much we appreciate you coming like this." Jack's voice had a curious gruffness Jill couldn't remember having heard before and he seemed to notice it too as he quickly cleared his throat. "Come on in, then," he said as he pushed open the kitchen door. "I'll take your bag to your room, if you'd like to say hello to the patient."