A Very Romantic Night

"You've made an excellent recovery," Dr. Green told Poppy. "Everything's completely back to normal. You may resume all your normal activities." She winked at the redhead.

"But won't it be different now?" asked Poppy.

"You may experience some minor physical symptoms, but there are medications that can help with that. I'll give you some samples before you leave."

"Is that all?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, won't it feel different, knowing that an important part of my body is gone now?"

"Just because you can no longer become pregnant doesn't mean that you can no longer enjoy a healthy sex life," Dr. Green replied. "In fact, many women enjoy sex even more than before with the fear of pregnancy gone."

"I never had a fear of pregnancy," said Poppy. "I always secretly wished that I could have another child, but Max had a vasectomy after Jessica was born."

"Well, it doesn't really make any difference then, does it?" The physician placed a comforting hand on Poppy's arm. "I'm really sorry, Poppy. But look at it this way. At least you have a beautiful, healthy daughter, and you'll have lovely grandchildren someday."

Poppy arrived home to the delicious aroma of Max cooking her favorite meal and saw that he'd dimmed all the lights and lit candles. As she entered the house, he hurried to meet her, hugging and kissing her eagerly. Poppy could smell his aftershave, which was her favorite scent.

"How did your doctor visit go?" he asked.

Poppy smiled. "She said I could resume all my normal activities."

"Good!" he exclaimed. He pulled her chair out for her and motioned for her to sit. "Please have a seat. Delicious food will be served soon."

Poppy could tell that her husband had really gone all out to please her. He started by serving her a salad and delicious hors d'oeuvers with a glass of her favorite wine, then followed that with a main course that was beyond her wildest dreams and a mouth-watering dessert.

"This must have taken you most of the day to prepare," she said.

"You are worth it," he replied.

After dinner, Max stocked all the dirty plates in the sink. Poppy started to help, but he wouldn't let her. "I will do all the work. You sit down and relax."

Later he took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom, where she found the bathtub filled with steaming hot water with rose petals floating on top. It was surrounded by lit candles, and the air was heavily perfumed with Poppy's favorite scent, Gardenia.

"I can't believe it! A bath too!" Poppy exclaimed. "You're really spoiling me tonight!"

"You deserve it," Max replied. "The sad time is behind us now, sweet Poppy. Only happy times from now on."

Quickly he shed all his clothing, and Poppy did the same. Then he took her hand and they stepped into the bathtub together, where they spent a luxurious few minutes lovingly washing one another off and then drying off with big, fluffy towels.

At last Max gently picked his wife up and carried her to the bedroom, which was also lit by candles and heavily scented with burning incense. As Poppy nestled luxuriously in the soft comfort of the cool sheets, all her concerns were forgotten, and all that mattered was that she was safe and secure with the man she loved.

She felt the mattress sink slightly as Max joined her on the bed and began to kiss and fondle her. She reached down between his legs to stroke him, and he was hard in almost no time.

Right away she scooted down the bed until her mouth was level with his privates, and he gasped with delight as she took him into her mouth and began to pleasure him, at the same time using her fingers to stimulate his most sensitive areas.

"Oh, Poppy, you do know how to make me feel good!" he groaned. A stream of passionate Russian followed, and when he began to thrust madly, they changed positions. She parted her legs for him, and right away his fingers and tongue were there, gently separating her slick folds and flicking over her most sensitive spot.

As she felt her orgasm begin to wash over her, he entered her, intensifying her pleasure immensely as he hit her G spot. "Oh my God, yes!" she cried, digging her fingernails into his back as she arched up to meet him.

It was over within moments, and they lay together clinging to one another and gasping for breath. Max's fingers lightly brushed a strand of hair back from Poppy's cheek. "Are you all right, Poppy?"

"Max...oh, max..." Suddenly she was sobbing.

"Poppy! Are you hurt?" Instantly alarmed, he gathered her into his arms.

She shook her head. "No...no. It's just that everything is so perfect right now, I don't want it to ever end. I wish I could just stay right here with you like this forever."

Max chuckled softly. "Dearest Poppy, we will have many, many more nights like this, I promise you."

She yawned. "Go to sleep now, moya lyubov." He held her and stroked her back as she drifted into a contented sleep.