Chapter 10

She lay down on the top sheet. “Come here.”

“Don’t have to ask that twice,” he said. He lay down beside her and kissed her while his hands held her breasts. When his mouth replaced his hands, those went lower. She spread her legs in anticipation. It was as good as it had ever been. Soon, he helped her out of her panties. He stroked her and sucked on her nipples. She could feel the tension building, but she hadn’t had him in her for a year. She reached over towards his hardness.

Then she realized that she was unprotected. “Damn!” she said.

“Something wrong?”

“Could you get the rubber?” The bed protested as he climbed out to rummage through his clothes.

When he lay down again, properly covered, her excitement had gone down a bit. Still, when he kissed her breasts, she spread her legs. It had been a long time. “Oh, Sylvia!” he said as he began his entry.

“Oh, George,” she said when he was fully within. It had been a long time, and he stretched her. It didn’t hurt, though. The stretching was pleasant. She grabbed his head and kissed him. His tongue invaded her mouth.

He moved his head back, then. Perched on his arms, looking into her eyes, he began his motions. The bed squeaked with the unmistakable rhythm. Probably the whole floor knew what she was doing. Well, fuck them; she wasn’t the first girl to in the building to entertain a man in her room. Soon, he was pulling back -- almost out -- and then driving into her. She pushed her hips up to meet him.

Then he was thrusting against her without withdrawing at all. She felt him quiver within her, and then he collapsed. When he tried to roll away, she hugged him with both arms. She’d missed this.

It was hard to breathe with his dead weight pressing her down, though. When he pushed himself up again, she let him get off. “Wastebasket okay?” he asked. Where else could he put the rubber?

She leaned on her right elbow and gave him a kiss. His tongue entered her mouth and he began to stroke her. When she lay back, he rose up to kiss all around her face. He revisited her mouth for another deep kiss before he began to trail down to her breasts. When his mouth reached her right nipple, his hand stroked her mound. She spread her legs wider.

Instead of her labia, though, he stroked the insides of her thighs. His fingers were feather-light, tickling as much as arousing. He kissed down the bottom of her breast and down, and down. When he got to her mound, he kissed her right hipbone and then her thigh.

He stopped to get himself between her legs. He kissed her thigh once more, up that thigh towards her lips. He used his fingers to spread her outer ones, and his tongue to part her inner ones. he licked each one, licked them both, licked everywhere but her clitoris.

He shifted so his hands could reach her breasts. He cupped both, but all the motion was down below. The sensations were delightful until they were agony. “David,” she said.

He stopped all his attentions. “Yes?”

“David, please!” Please lick my clitoris; please take me over.

Instead, he moved up her body. His fingers spread her lips again and he poised at the entrance. Then he moved within, spreading those lips further, filling her, resting his weight on her. He kissed her once on each eyebrow and shifted his weight. Then he moved in and out. His hands were still on her breasts, and he caressed them as he moved.

Her arousal spiraled upward. She pressed against him as he moved down, dropped to the mattress as he moved out. She ran her hands up and down is back as he moved above her. As the feelings peaked, she grabbed his rump. She soared, throbbed.

He stroked out once more, thrust in, and had his own orgasm. “Jen!” he said. When she relaxed, he rolled off her and out of her. He was breathing like a steam engine; probably so was she. As she caught her breath, she turned on her side away from him. She cuddled back against him, and he put his arm around her.

They lay together in a spoon. When he blew across the back of her neck, she shivered. “Sweet Jen,” he said. “Sweet Jennifer. This is the way it is supposed to be. Sweet Jen in my arms all night.”

“There shouldn’t be any problem with you.” When she reached his dick, it regained all the hardness it had lost when she described her operation. She was wiggling behind him, but all his attention was on what her fingers were doing in front of him. She was stroking his dick quite lightly. He was getting harder and harder. This time, he was grateful for how she intensified his arousal. This time he believed she would bring him over. “Lift your leg,” she said. Considering what she was doing to him, he’d obey any order of hers. When he obeyed this last command, she clasped his balls. He could lower his leg without crushing them, and he did.

She paused briefly to move the covers off his front. His arousal barely diminished before her hand was back on his dick. She was the kindest wife in the entire world, and he was about to erupt. At that point, he remembered that he had tissues in his left hand -- presumably to catch the eruption. She was much more imaginative in bringing him off than he was when he did it himself. She stroked along the length, but she also played with the most sensitive part on the bottom below the head.

“Carolyn,” he said when he was on the edge. He put the balled tissues right on the tip when he felt his eruption boil up the length of his dick. Then he came and came while she kept holding him.

“Yes,” she’d said, though it was still bright daylight outside. She’d opened her belt but let him do the rest with her jeans. She’d taken off his, and they sank to the floor with their tops still covered. She knelt on her sleeping bag and faced away from him. He’d reached under her sweatshirt and opened her bra. Then he’d had his hands all over her.

“Now!” she’d said. He had entered her easily, and then he’d stayed deep inside while he’d caressed her huge tits. He was taking only a few strokes a minute. Enjoying her cunt but enjoying her tits more. She had bent further over and reached back with both hands. She’d pulled him deep into her and hard against her. Then she had swayed her butt from side to side.

After that, he’d got serious about the fuck. He’d ended with his hands on her hips pulling her back with every thrust he made. When she went over and the inner grip had milked him, he had pulled her so hard that he left bruises on her hip bones. He’d felt like a fire hose was pouring through his cock. They’d fallen over, and it had been dusk out when he’d been able to climb off the floor.

Yeah. When Gayle grabbed your butt, you knew you’d been grabbed.

Her pout was obviously faked. “A few months is an awfully long time. Why don’t we go to bed? You could abuse me then.”

Abuse, eh? Once in bed, he kissed her torso thoroughly, ignoring her mouth. He stroked her thighs. When his fingers explored her vulva, he found her juicy. Whether it was the hormone changes of pregnancy, or merely mental, she definitely aroused more easily these days. He stroked the lips, brushing her clit only occasionally. When she began to tense, he went back to her thighs, but concentrated his kisses on her breasts.

“George,” she said.

“Feeling abused?”

“Feeling deprived.” She shoved him over onto his back quite forcefully. He was perfectly willing to tease, but he was too conscious of her condition to wrestle. She seemed less careful than he was. Straddling him, she reached behind her to fondle him for a moment. Then she eased herself down and around his cock. When he reached for her breasts, she said, “Wait a second.”

She sounded serious, not teasing. He froze, and she eased herself back up and off him. “I don’t think I’ll try that again,” she said.

That was serious. “Hurt?” he asked.

“Not really hurt. But I felt it enough to not want to bounce up and down on you. Think you could come in me this way?”

Well, if her being on top threatened problems, his weight threatened as many. He moved between her legs and poised above her with his weight on his hands. “Help me.” She grasped his cock again and guided it into her. He tried to ignore all the sweet sensations.

Once fully ensconced, he lowered himself on his left side. They weren’t quite side-by-side, but his weight wasn’t on her. He moved out, in, and out -- establishing that he could move like this. Then he slid a hand between their bodies. Touching her clit directly might be a little much; there was no way he could move his hand delicately in this position. He parted his fingers to rub the top-most portions of her lower lips.

“Oh,” she said. She began bucking up against him. She couldn’t move far, but what motion there was felt delightful. At the first clutch around his cock, he dropped his hand to the bed. He moved in and out through those delightful spasms until he lost it. He drove deep into her and pulsed and pulsed.

When his strength lapsed, he dropped more beside her than over her. “My leg,” she said sometime later. He moved away until her leg was free. Then she turned and cuddled against him.

“It’s chilly. Faster to do our own.” And she was quick in stripping and getting into bed. When there was nothing left to see, he finished undressing and joined her. He stroked her, avoiding the most sensitive bits until his hands were warmer. Her lips were cool at his kiss, but her mouth was warm for his tongue. When he ducked under the covers, her nipples were cool on his tongue. Between her legs, she was warm, and the sweet nest was hot.

As he licked or sucked and stroked, he felt her stiffen under his arm. He drew his head out of the covers at just the right time. As he focused on her face, it went from worry to pain. Then she grimaced as her back arched, driving her mound upward into his hand. She writhed under his hand.

“Oh, Marilyn. Oh, darling.” He felt her relax and watched her expression go from agony to a relaxed, satisfied smile. She was such a sexy sight in all of her moods. He kissed over her face, avoiding the mouth that she needed for breathing right then. She had a faint salt taste, her sweat, the last of her response. “Sweet girl, delicious woman.” He began to stroke her again, keeping to her outer labia. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Are you fully packed?” She was changing the subject with a vengeance.

Maybe he should stop stroking before she pushed him away.

“Yeah. You?” He’d leave his hand there, though. He could feel the three layers, crinkly hair, soft pad, and hard bone.

“I want to bring a couple of the tops I have here. I don’t need to go back to the house.” Well, he didn’t have to let her escape to her damn sorority. The clothes were a problem, though. ‘Tops’ sounded like blouses, and that sounded like colored. He hadn’t done a colored wash.

“They may not be washed. I only did the white stuff. I could do a colored load today.”

“Andy, if I came home with no laundry to do Mom would call a doctor.” All right. He didn’t really want to go out to do a wash, not when she was here. “I’m not sure you should be doing my stuff.” That was ridiculous.

“It’s seldom an extra load. Warn me if anything requires special care. Today would be an imposition, though. It would be time I had planned to spend in bed with you.”

“You’re impossible. Do you plan to spend the time until we head for the train in bed?” Well, not all.

“Well, we’d have to shower, too.”

“And I have to cook for you. Did you buy the groceries on my list?” Sure. Didn’t he always? Her shopping lists were a reminder that she was coming back.

“Sure. But we don’t need to eat lunch for hours.” And, that being settled, he began to make love to her again. After a long, wet kiss, he kissed her nose, ear, chin, temple, eyebrow, the other eyebrow. Meanwhile, under the sheet, he kept stroking her delightful lubrication all the way up the valley between her labia to her clitoris. And sexy Marilyn was providing plenty of lubrication.

There was no hurry. It was plenty warm under the blanket, and the locked door would keep people out, but the greatest luxury was that they had time. The train was due at noon the next day, more than 21 hours from the current time, and there was no deadline in between. Classes were weeks away, and prep for them, although they’d do it, was unassigned. They wouldn’t do it soon.

He could have one orgasm this afternoon, maybe another tonight, and one the next morning. Marilyn had the marvelous ability to have many orgasms, and Marilyn’s orgasms looked so erotic, so beautiful.

And she was about to produce that beauty again. He could feel her body tense, could almost see it in the subtle change in her covered shape. He watched her expression change from pleasure to worry, to pain. When she grimaced as if in agony, her body writhed under his arm and against his body. He felt her writhe again and again. Then her expression changed to languor and her body sank in rest.

“I love you,” he said. He did love her, although she might not think so if she knew how much he enjoyed seeing her spasms. But, if he was enjoying her, he wasn’t really exploiting her.

“And I love you, too.” That was wonderful to hear. The sentiment was most important, but that she was rested enough to speak calmly meant that she was rested enough to begin another. He wouldn’t hurry. They had loads of time, and every stage of her arousal was beautiful. He did, however, begin stroking again.

“This time,” she asked, “are you going to come in?” Well, her writhings were even more erotic beneath him and around him than they were in his sight. On the other hand, their sessions were likely to end at his orgasm. And, this session had hardly begun.

“You taste better before I do.” Other things were better before he had his orgasm, too, but -- with the temperature of the room -- they were fairly well limited to the bed.

“I get the impression that you are just going to use your hand for the next twelve hours.” That would be lovely, if totally impractical.

“Not twelve. Maybe three.”

“Andy!” Well, if she needed to go to the john, or something, he wasn’t going to tie her to the bed. He just wanted her back in bed and back in his arms.

“Well, you look so sexy when I do.” Which was an admission, but he couldn’t lie convincingly to her. He kissed her. If she wanted to cut their session short, he’d go to the next stage now. He had his Marilyn back, and he wanted to kiss all of her.

Somehow, her mouth, which always tasted sexy, tasted even sexier when she’d just had an orgasm. He licked an ear, and then started down her neck to her far breast. When he’d kissed up to the top and sucked that nipple to hardness, he kissed down the valley in between and up the near breast to that nipple. It was already firm when he got there, but he licked and sucked it. While the sensations were delightful, even greater pleasure awaited him.

He kissed down that breast and down her torso. Her belly shivered when he kissed it. The fur on her mound held the odor of her arousal, and he sniffed deep when he got there. Then he stopped kissing to climb between her legs. When she raised them, he began kissing her thighs. If he suspected the lips on her face tasted better after an orgasm, the taste of her lower lips was incredibly sexy after an orgasm. He reveled in that taste and smell. As he licked up her labia, she held him against them. She stiffened when he first tasted her clitoris. A little licking up the valley between her labia brought her to the brink.

While she writhed under his mouth, he kept licking and sucking her clitoris. She shoved his head away. He knelt with his head lying on her thigh until she relaxed. Then, he turned his head to kiss that thigh. And, not to play favorites, he kissed the other one, too.

“No! This time inside.” Would she let him continue if he did? He certainly would have less enthusiasm and less strength.

“But we have hours.”

“I’m going to fix you toasted cheese sandwiches. Now, get up here, or I’ll go do it now.” Well, it wasn’t as if he didn’t want to be in her marvelous, warm, moist, loving vagina. If she wanted to end the session this early, they were agreed on how it should end. Besides, it was nice to feel wanted. He moved rapidly up her body, stopping only for brief tribute to her lovely breasts.

Then he was at her entry! The feelings on his tip were so wonderful that he wanted to pause to savor them, but the promise of more drove him inward. She was gloriously warm, sensuously slick. As she parted before him, she hugged around him. Then, encased in her depths, clasped by her warmth, he paused to savor the welcome. He kissed her hairline before speaking.

“I love you.” And he loved all of her, not just the center that held him then. Her arms and legs came up to express her welcome as he lifted himself to see her face. As he moved slowly in and out of her, he watched her face. Her expression was loving and welcoming as she lay under him receiving his thrusts. She looked distracted when her loins started rising to meet his. Then she looked worried while her hands grabbed his butt and she pulled him hard against her

Then she grimaced as though in agony. Her nails bit into his butt, and he drove harder down into her. She clasped around him rhythmically while she writhed underneath his body. He took one more stroke through those warm clasps. As he pushed into her, he erupted. He could feel nothing but his cock pumping into her depths and her tunnel pumping him dry. For some period, he could feel nothing at all.

He came to lying on her softness with her hands still holding him against her by his butt. She didn’t resist, though, when he moved off. As soon as he was in position, he pulled her against him. He had her back on his chest, her breast in his hand, and her head under his lips. They lay in that blissful condition for a brief time. She still spoke in lovely tones, but they weren’t pleasant words.

She felt Char’s magic fingers stroke all of her, and then concentrate in the most critical place. Then it was one finger, stroking her lips and over her clit. She stiffened, hung at the edge. Then, when she’d been right at the edge forever, she pulled the pillow to her mouth. As the flame leapt in her, she moaned into the pillow. When Char stopped stroking her, he kissed the back of her neck and her shoulder. She felt his hand return to her breast and his erection firm against her butt. She should do something for him, but this position was too comfortable for her to move yet.