Chapter 82 Applying Medicine
Francis held Jennifer in his arms, looking at her with such tenderness. "Want me to carry you to the bath?" Without waiting for her answer, he scooped her up horizontally. Jennifer's body felt weak and sore as she curled up in his embrace, closing her eyes dependently.
In the bathtub, as they helped clean each other's bodies, sparks flew again. Francis's fingers moved more and more teasingly, circling her sensitive spots. Jennifer sighed softly and held him tight, resting her chin on his shoulder and saying helplessly, "Last time, do it quick. I want to sleep."
The water rippled, its sound mixing with the sound of bodies colliding. Jennifer leaned against Francis's shoulder, rising and falling with the rhythm of his movements, hoarse moans escaping from between her lips. The warm water wrapped around her body, gently lapping against it, relieving some of the soreness from the intense activity. Francis's thrusting was fierce, but the water was gentle—this stark contrast made Jennifer even more sensitive. Soon, she bit down on Francis's shoulder, muffling her moans as she reached climax. Francis didn't drag it out too long either, finishing not long after.
Satisfied, Francis was in a good mood. He still had the energy to hold Jennifer and help her into a bathrobe, then dry her hair. While blow-drying her hair, Jennifer could barely keep her eyes open, her head nodding bit by bit in his palm. Francis suddenly found her especially adorable, like a small animal completely dependent on him.
After finishing these tasks, the two fell asleep in each other's arms. Francis slept well, but Jennifer's sleep was restless. In the early morning, Francis was woken by Jennifer's tossing and turning, only to find her cheeks flushed and her expression pained. He touched her forehead and confirmed she had a fever. Could it be because they'd gone too far last night? He'd had quite a bit to drink yesterday and had been somewhat rough. Thinking of this, he felt a bit guilty. He woke Jennifer up to give her medicine and water, then asked if she felt uncomfortable anywhere else.
Jennifer bit her lower lip with a troubled expression. Actually, she felt a burning pain down there, but she was too embarrassed to say. She frowned and slid down a bit, covering half her face with the blanket and saying, "No, you can go now."
But Francis easily saw through her pretense and grabbed her blanket, saying, "If you don't tell me now, do you want to wait until you pass out and get sent to the hospital?"
Jennifer turned her face away and stammered, "My vagina hurts a little, too."
Francis sighed and lifted the blanket to check. But Jennifer dodged to the side, her voice trembling as she said, "Don't look. Just buy me some anti-inflammatory pain relief ointment. I'll apply it myself later."
Francis held down her arm and said firmly, "No, I'm a doctor. If you don't let me examine you, how will I know how serious the injury is? If it gets infected and inflamed, that'll be trouble."
"Really?" Jennifer looked up at him cautiously. Francis's face was serious. She finally stopped resisting, just covered her eyes, and said quietly, "Go ahead and look."
Francis gently pulled down her underwear and spread her legs to examine her carefully. Although they'd done it many times, this action still made Jennifer very shy. Her body trembled slightly with tension, yet she couldn't help but peek through her fingers at his expression. Francis saw that her labia were indeed a bit swollen, and some places were rubbed raw with traces of blood—quite pitiful. He frowned and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I was too unrestrained last night."
His face showed only distress without a trace of lust. When he looked up, he met Jennifer's eyes directly. Jennifer closed her legs as if burned and turned her head away, saying, "Don't do this again. But I agreed last night too, so I don't blame you."
Thinking of last night's scene, Francis's Adam's apple bobbed quickly. He tugged at his already loose collar and said, "Okay, I promise you." While that was really pleasurable, he wasn't the kind of man who only pursued thrills without considering the woman's feelings. Seeing Jennifer sick and uncomfortable, he felt bad too. He had wanted to call the butler to have him bring over ointment, but seeing Jennifer's shy appearance, he stood up and said, "I'll go buy you medicine."
Jennifer looked at him with a flushed face and nodded obediently, "Okay."
After buying the ointment back, Jennifer wanted to apply it herself. She pleaded with him almost coquettishly, "Just go out, I can apply it myself."
But Francis was firm, "You can't even see that area clearly, how will you apply it?" Jennifer was quite flexible, but not to the point of being able to fold her body completely. Jennifer couldn't argue with him and could only agree to let him apply the medicine. She lay on the bed and spread her legs. The cool ointment was slowly spread by his fingers. She only felt the slight stinging gradually soothed—a bit cool, a bit itchy, very comfortable. She felt shy while peeking at him through her fingers. His expression while applying the medicine was very serious, like he was completing a delicate painting. He applied it very slowly, and later even pushed the ointment inside, wanting to coat the vaginal walls too. Jennifer squirmed her legs restlessly and said in a small voice, "That's enough, don't go inside."
Francis looked at the gradually moistening vagina and said with a smile, "No, all the injured areas need to be covered, that's how it'll heal faster. Don't worry, this is a normal physiological reaction, I won't misunderstand." Jennifer pressed her lips tightly together and shyly covered her face, not looking at him. He took a tissue and wiped, then applied another layer of ointment before letting her go. He wiped his hands and, while helping her put on her underwear, casually cupped her bottom and lifted her up. Jennifer cried out in surprise and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on him. She widened her eyes and asked, "What else do you want to do?"
Francis kissed her cheek and lips, "Don't worry, not now. We'll do it when you're better." Her shy and nervous look just now was really tempting. If her vagina wasn't injured, he'd want to make love to her right now.
"Okay," Jennifer answered obediently. She could feel Francis suppressing his desire and didn't dare move at all.
Francis held her and squeezed her a bit more before putting her down, "Rest well at home. I'm going to the hospital."
At the hospital, Francis had just finished signing a stack of documents when he received a call from Tina.
"Francis, I'm coming back from vacation in three days. Don't forget to pick me up. You promised me." Tina's voice was cheerful. She hadn't been home in half a year and really missed Francis.
Francis looked at his schedule and said, "Don't worry, I pushed all my afternoon meetings that day just to make time to pick you up."
Tina cheered, "Good that you haven't forgotten. Mom told me you've been dating a serious girlfriend recently. Will you bring her along to pick me up? I heard she's gentle and beautiful. I really want to meet her too."
Gentle and beautiful—that was Isabella's assessment of Jennifer, and it wasn't wrong. However, Francis declined, saying, "No need, she has her own things to do."
"Alright then." Tina sounded a bit disappointed.