Make Me Smile

“For the love of the Goddess, please, Chelsea…don’t touch it!” Vaughn commanded me, his face contorted in pain.

“Just let me look at it,” I begged him.

“No. You say you want to look, and then you try to touch. I see your fingers wiggling! Urg…” He broke off in a grimace.

My new husband was hiding under the sheets of our honeymoon bed, trying to shield his injured manhood from me. I knew that it was terribly chafed from walking with no underwear on, but I wanted to see how bad it was. “Come on,” I cooed. “It might need medical attention.”

His eyes widened in horror. “No! I am not…letting some doctor look at it. No!” He winced as he tried to slightly turn his body away from me.

After several minutes of begging and pleading, he finally let me look at it. He held both of my wrists with one hand as he tugged the sheet down. I clucked my tongue at the awful sight. “You need some kind of medicine or something for that. It might get infected.”

He sulked. “Well, I’m not going to the doctor.”

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll just go and tell them what’s wrong, and see if I can get some kind of …cream or something for it.” He grumbled for a minute, but finally assented. I headed down to the dining area and asked the owner where the local clinic was. He directed me up the road, and I headed that way.

A very familiar face greeted me when I walked in. “My, my, if it isn’t the girl who got rammed by a ram!” Dr. Trent said cheerfully. His brown eyes crinkled with laughter. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember your name just now…”

“It’s Chelsea,” I reminded him.

“Chelsea, yes, that’s right. Well, you seem to have recovered well. What brings you to Mineral Town?” he asked.

I blushed. “I’m on my honeymoon…” He beamed at me, giving all sorts of congratulations. I nodded and thanked him.

“So, then what seems to be the trouble? Or did you just stop by to say hello?” he asked, smiling at me benevolently.

“Um, there is trouble, but…” I felt my face get hot when I imagined trying to explain it to him.

Dr. Trent, being the good and observant doctor that he was, noticed my discomfort and pursed his lips, nodding sagely. “Let me get Elli, my nurse.” I exhaled in relief, and he directed me to a patient area and then went to get Elli.

She appeared just a few moments, later, and she pulled the curtain behind us. “I’m Elli, Dr. Trent’s wife and nurse. What seems to be the trouble?” she asked me in a smooth, calm voice.

“Well, um…” I took a deep breath and launched into the tale. Her eyes sparkled a bit as I finished, but she stayed professional and didn’t laugh.

“We have something that I think might work.” She excused herself for a moment and came back with a medicinal salve. “This has antibacterial properties, and also has a slightly numbing effect.” She gave me detailed explanations on how to apply it, and I couldn’t help but blush a little bit at the calm way she instructed me to “lightly massage it into his penis.” I knew he was my husband and everything, but I was still rather embarrassed at the whole situation.

I paid for the salve and left, thanking both Elli and Dr. Trent. I headed back for the inn and went upstairs to Vaughn. He was sleeping, but he had thrown the covers off, and I had a clear shot at the problem area. My reasoning was that he might refuse to let me put it on, but if I could just get a little bit on it while he was sleeping, maybe it would start to feel better and he would let me treat it all. I worked open the jar, getting some on my fingers and creeping closer to him. He stirred in his sleep a little, snorting through his nose. I paused, waiting for him to lay still once again. When he did, I continued advancing. My hand hovered over the target, and then I swiftly moved it down and gently swiped some on him.

He growled, sitting straight up from sleep and cupping his hands protectively over himself. His eyes, still squinting semiconsciously, peered at me. “Chelsea?” I smiled sheepishly, displaying the jar of salve to him.

“It’s from the clinic. For your…you know.” He looked down, grimacing, and then he slowly moved his hands away and fell back onto the bed so that I could continue doctoring him.

The salve greatly helped his pain over the next two days. We couldn’t do anything sexual while it healed, but we had kind of overdosed on it during the beginning of our honeymoon, so a break wasn’t that bad of an idea. We had already discovered that the town was boring, and anyway, while he was healing, he wasn’t exactly craving hikes or anything else that involved his thighs rubbing together. So, we laid in the bed and talked.

One day, we suddenly turned our attention to the TV that was facing the bed, on a dresser. Neither of us really watched TV, and of course we had our attention focused on other pastimes for a while there. But being bored made us curious, and I turned on the TV.

I flipped through the few channels that the inn got.

“Mechabot Ultror!” the TV screamed. “What adventures will happen this -” CLICK.

“…and I heard there is a kingfish in the mine. “Say what?” “Well…” CLICK.

“…then call in now folks! This fabulous, handy dandy mixer can be yours for the low, low price of -” CLICK.

The TV came to a channel that was entirely black. The words “Press Play for DVD” hovered in green letters on the screen. I shrugged, and then peered at the remote, finding the play button. Images snapped to the screen, and I squeaked as Vaughn chuckled. It was a man and a woman having sex!

“Wh-wh-what is this?” I stuttered, feeling my face get hot. I covered my eyes with my hands, but the sounds of their passion lured me to peek out.

Vaughn just gave a short laugh. “You’re so innocent…”

I blushed more. “What, do you mean you’ve seen this kind of stuff before?” He just shrugged slightly, and I bit my lip, focusing on the couple on the screen. We watched the movie in silence for a few minutes. There was some sort of plot, apparently. The couple was a sex therapist and her boyfriend. They were being watched by a patient, who was trying to overcome her fears of intimacy. The sex therapist later blindfolded the patient and brought in her boyfriend, who kissed and teased at her. The patient was able to relax into the experience, for some sort of reason, since she couldn’t see her boyfriend and get nervous, I guessed. They made love in a slow, unhurried way, like they were savoring each and every sensation.

I felt myself start to get aroused, and I squirmed in the bed. I tried to fight it, because I knew that Vaughn was probably not up to it yet. Yet I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. Then Vaughn took my hand, and placed it in his lap. I felt his hardness, and I closed my eyes and sighed. I guess he was up to it after all.

I started to switch off the TV, but Vaughn motioned for me to leave it on. He kissed at the side of my neck as he traced one finger down my chest, making slow, tortuous circles over each nipple through my shirt. I gave a low moan, and he responded with a needy growl. Both of us kept our eyes fixed on the screen, watching the blindfolded woman and her boyfriend enjoying each other. I squeezed lightly at his recently injured manhood, earning a pleased groan, and I shivered with delight.

I was only wearing a small T-shirt and panties, and Vaughn raked his fingertips over my exposed stomach. I shuddered slightly, and he dropped his fingers to the tops of my thighs, teasing there momentarily. Then he slid one solitary finger all the way up my body, past my navel, between my breasts, up my throat. He brought it to my mouth and rubbed at my lower lip, then urged his finger in. I closed my eyes, moaning as I sucked at it. He groaned softly. I brought my hands up to stroke gently at his raised arm. I opened my eyes and he had focused his on me. We continued to gaze at each other as we slowly touched each other, but the sounds from the TV were definitely helping our arousal build.

He slipped his finger out of my mouth, and let it drop into my lap. He used his other hand to move the middle of my panties sideways, and then he stroked his wet finger over my even more wet flesh. I bit my lip and whined a little. I hadn’t realized how badly I was craving him until he touched me there. Suddenly, I needed him inside of me more than anything in the world. It was all I could think about, all that existed for me in that moment. He plunged his finger inside of me as I was thinking all this, and I cried out in pleasure. Still, I wanted more. He seemed to sense it, and urged a second finger, and then a third, deep inside of me. I moaned and fell back on the bed, desperately whispering his name over and over. “V-Vaughn…I need you…” I managed to gasp brokenly.

He smirked, tugging off his boxers and moving over me. His hardness stuck out proudly, and I couldn’t help but stare at it, lust and hunger burning in my eyes. I wanted to put my mouth on it so badly, but I knew that he still had a little bit of medicine on the surface of it, and I wasn’t sure if it was okay to get in the mouth. But what about inside of me?

My thoughts were broken off as he peeled my panties off and centered his slim hips in between my spread thighs. “Oh, Vaughn…” I moaned, stroking lightly at his neck. He closed his eyes slightly, inhaling deeply through his nose, and then he plunged inside of me. I tossed my head back, crying out in pleasure. Yes! This was exactly what I wanted. He rocked against me slowly, then stopped to pull himself out almost all the way, very slowly, then pushed all the way back in, at the same unhurried pace. I pressed my lips together and sighed deeply, dropping my hands to his hips and guiding him against me.

We made love slowly, with purpose. I wanted to feel every single second of sensation that he could give me, and he seemed to want the same thing. He traced the fingertips of one hand over the side of my waist. “Oh, Chelsea…” he groaned. “You’re so perfect…” I shuddered at the compliment, moaning and arching my back up at him, trying to get even more of him. He breathed softly into my ear, and goosebumps erupted over my entire body.

He somehow angled himself so that he could get his mouth on one breast, and he lapped gently at it. I moaned out his name, bringing my hands up to tangle in his soft, silvery hair. He brought his mouth to the other breast and kissed it as well. He pulled back up to my mouth then, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue slipped out carefully, parting my lips and then dancing inside my mouth. I sighed, sucking softly on his tongue, and he brought one hand up to my hair, stroking it gently.

We went on like this for quite some time. Even though I was incredibly close, I kept holding back, wanting these feelings to last longer. I was surprised that Vaughn hadn’t made signals yet like he was close, but then I suddenly realized that the salve had slightly numbing effects, and maybe it was inhibiting him slightly. I didn’t know how to ask him if that was the case or not without potentially killing the moment, so I just sighed and relaxed, enjoying the luxuriously slow lovemaking.

Just as I was thinking that, I heard the low, broken growl that he usually gave when he felt himself building up to his peak. I smiled softly, tilting my hips up to him and pressing my hands onto his lower back, urging him to keep in close to me. He complied, and I bit my lip, concentrating on all my might with each pulse he made against me. I felt warm all over as I became slightly dizzy, and then I cried out sharply as I climaxed. I continued to cry out over and over as the waves of pleasure broke over me. Vaughn gave a deeply satisfied groan, and then thrust at a quicker pace into me. I felt him twitch and shudder against my hips, and then he moaned out my name quietly as he released. I shivered all over, pleased that I had satisfied him, as he rocked slowly against me, savoring the aftershock.