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maker. He was careful to keep his full weight off her, resting on his elbows, but she would have none of that nonsense. Feeling his body covering hers was therapeutic, as well being a large part of her earlier fantasies. His pyjama bottoms impeded their joining and were peeled off, two pairs of hands tearing at them, helping each other.
    He wanted to slow things down, to concentrate on her face, kissing and nibbling at her eyes, her lips, her ears. It was important to him to make this a memorable night of lovemaking, to teach her the beauty of the physical act between a man and a woman who love each other. She wouldn’t co-operate. Agitated movements enticed him to move things along. She arched her lower body and he quickly became diverted downwards. He stopped at her neck, licking and nuzzling. She moaned and rolled her face back and forth invitingly, opening both sides to his searching mouth.
    Her chest heaved and rubbed against his, deflecting his attention. He held her swollen breasts, tenderly kissing first one and then the other, his hands forever active, kneading and rubbing, caressing and stroking. She was on fire. Her breath came in spurts and she felt again as if she was experiencing an out-of-body miracle. Flutters of ecstasy started and ended up flooding her system. Hot wetness flowed and she was ready for the first time in her life. Ready to mate with her man. Her response was to wriggle this way and that until she felt him at the entranceway to where heaven was waiting.
    It was what she had been made for—he was what she had been made for. They fit perfectly. All his gentlemanly feelings were forgotten in an instant, as he became the passionate, hungry man of her dreams.

Chapter Seventeen
     
     
    Jenna was in a frenzy, her usual state on a day she had to fly. Packing her own luggage was always a priority with her. Regrettably, her organizational skills left something to be desired, and the room looked like a destructive cyclone had been through it.
    “Why does Dr. Andrews want to see us this morning? We saw him yesterday, and he knows we have packing to do today because we’re leaving tonight. I thought he was going to come to the airport with us to say his goodbyes.” Jenna was anxious to get home and back to work now that she felt so much better. The last two weeks of recuperation had been wonderful, but life had to resume, and she had a wedding to plan.
    “I’m not sure, sweetheart. He’s taking us for a drive to see something he thinks we’d be sorry to miss.” Jake shrugged, his hands held out in front of him in a standard what-do-I-know gesture.
    Shortly, Dr. Andrews was knocking at their door. They stopped packing and together went to greet their old friend and liberator. In the car, Dr. Andrews gave them last-minute instructions on coping with any lingering health issues once they landed back home.
    “Take things easy for a while. Get plenty of rest. Don’t get back on the treadmill too soon, particularly you, Jenna. You might think you’re strong, but your body will need you to spoil it for some time to come.” He was a bit of an old lady, picky and stubborn. That ’ s what comes from living alone most of your life , Jenna thought.
    She poked Jake and jerked her head in the doctor’s direction. “Where are you taking us, Dr. Andrews?” asked Jake, following his love’s evident hints.
    “I want you to meet some very close friends of mine before you leave,” said the thoughtful gentleman.
    Both Jenna and Jake recognized the small house instantly. As the car pulled into the driveway, the front door opened and an elderly couple emerged, smiles of welcome on their friendly faces as they recognized Dr. Andrews’ car.
    They were both considerably older. Lucy’s hair was white but still worn shoulder length and curled around her plump face. John, his arm around his wife affectionately, was balding and stooped with age and arthritis, but his familiar direct gaze over the top of his wire