Chapter 5

Instead of rushing to the bedroom, he spent a long time kissing and undressing her in the living room. He even removed her panties out there. Then he brought a pair of barber scissors out of his sack. “Lie back,” he said. She did and raised her hips for him to slip a paper liner under them. She recognized it as something he used on the tray in his practice. He proceeded to trim her pubic hair very short. He stroked her and kissed her thighs as he went on.

He led her to the bedroom, stopping in the bathroom to wipe the area he’d trimmed. He kissed her standing beside the bed, then helped her lie down. He kissed her again on the mouth before trailing kisses down to her breasts. When he left those, he continued lower. She knew about cunnilingus, but she had never experienced it before. He kissed her thighs and pressed them apart. He kissed the newly-trimmed hair on her mound. Then he knelt between her thighs while he spread her lower lips with his thumbs.

He licked those lips, kissed those lips, nuzzled those lips. He held one of her buttocks in each hand. Occasionally, not nearly often enough, he teased her clitoris with his tongue. The arousal went on forever.

Then it peaked. She screamed something and spasmed and spasmed.

When he entered her, she realized that she’d needed his presence -- needed the quick strokes -- needed the sense of his passionate urgency above her. And, when he poured his seed out into her, she sensed that she had needed that, too. Even the warm weight of his body over hers was something she had needed. That she hadn’t come for a second time when he was in her, didn’t bother her in the least. It didn’t even bother him.

He cuddled her until it was time for him to dress.

“We’re started on a new life together. How about trying an experiment?” Did he want to start a baby now?

“What sort of an experiment?” she asked.

“Well, we know you can have more than one orgasm in a single session. What we don’t know is how many. Now, once I get my jollies, that’s the end. I know that; you should have seen that. So...”

“So?” Not that she couldn’t see where this was headed.

“So, we don’t have any obligations in the morning. We don’t really have any obligations in the afternoon. So, tonight, why don’t we see how many orgasms you can reach... ? Reach orally?”

“You really want to do that?” What was in it for him?

“Oh yes!” Well, he sounded like something was in it for him.

“Let me make my preparations, anyway. Just in case.” At the height of her excitement, she was as likely as not to want him in her, fertile or not. (Not that she was likely to be fertile right then.) David might resist. He’d spent long enough resisting, God alone knew. But still it sounded risky to her.

“And then experiment?”

“And then experiment.” She could think of worse experiments than seeing how many orgasms she could reach. So, she went into the bathroom to insert her diaphragm. While there, she cleaned off her makeup and did all the other night-time rituals. She took the nightgown in with her and debated whether to wear it. Considering she’d walked in here naked with David watching her, that would be a little silly. But she’d spent a lot of time selecting a sexy nightgown for her trousseau; not wearing it seemed a waste.

When she came out in the nightgown, he went in. She could smell his aftershave when he came to bed. If he’d brought pajamas or robe, she hadn’t seen them yet. He leaned over to kiss her and caressed her during the kiss. After a few minutes of kissing her and caressing her, though, he helped her take the nightgown off.

When he left her lips, he kissed a trail down to her left breast. Soon, his hand was at her mound. When he got to her right breast, he stroked her outer lips, not parting them even when she spread her legs in silent invitation. He kissed a trail across her belly. He ended up kneeling sideways on the bed with his face down close to her belly button.

Then, he had to change his position. He crawled into a position parallel to hers and then moved each of his knees between her legs. He kissed her nipples again, but then licked and kissed downward across her torso again. When he got to her mound, he kissed only briefly before skipping to her thighs. First, he licked upwards on her left thigh from its middle to the juncture. Then he repeated this on her right thigh.

Before he actually touched her lips, she was clenching her fists to keep from grabbing his hair and pulling him where she needed him. He licked one lip, licked the other, finally just touched her clitoris with his tongue. A thrill shot through her.

She stiffened. His mouth kept exciting her until she spasmed. Then his fingers entered her. She knew she was unable to feel arousal again. She was so sensitive there that the passage of his breath over her clitoris was nearly painful. Still, his fingers moved in and out, rubbed over the top of her tunnel.

Then, impossibly but inexorably, she was aroused again. From some level which hadn’t really been relaxation, she spiraled upward and upward. At the peak, when her body was rigid -- so rigid it hurt -- he licked her clitoris once more. Her feelings shot upward and she spasmed again.

She spasmed and spasmed around his fingers and under his mouth, but he didn’t relent. Finally, she grabbed his hair and pushed his head away. He withdrew his own fingers before she could force that. She curled up into a ball and panted. He lay beside her with his chest pressed into her back. She could feel his erection just touching her thigh. It was good she’d thought about taking care.

“Darling,” he said. He leaned over her for a deep kiss.

“I’m definitely not fertile yet,” she reminded him when they broke the kiss.

“Well, probably not. Maybe we should try just in case.” As if Bill hadn’t wanted sex when they were taking precautions that it didn’t result in pregnancy. She grinned.

“Well, just in case.” He kissed the smile off her face while stroking her breasts. Then he kissed all over her face and licked her ears. Bill always remembered that she was a person with breasts and vagina attached, not a vagina and two breasts with a person attached as excess baggage. She’d been thinking about this evening for most of the day, planning it even before the cuddling on the couch. She was probably readier than he was. Even so, she didn’t hint at that. Mr. Foreplay was always a welcome persona.

As his kisses trailed down her throat and towards her breast, his hand trailed down across her stomach. He played with the hair on her delta for a moment. Then he caressed the insides of her thighs as she spread them. His kisses up her right breast were nearly at her nipple when he raised his head to look at her.

“Mmm.” He’d reached her lips to discover how much moisture she’d produced already. He parted them to stroke her cleft before returning to her nipple. He sucked just when his finger stroked her clit.

“Yes, Bill.” He went on sucking and licking her nipple, went on stroking her clit, as her arousal spiraled upwards. She was close, then closer. She flew.

“Darling,” he said. “I’ve missed you.” Then he went back to licking her nipple until she relaxed back on the mattress. His hand stayed on her delta. After a minute, he kissed down her breast and over to her right one. He was rubbing her lips against each other.

“You?” she asked. Wasn’t he going to come in her? Hadn’t he been clear that he’d missed coming in her? She damned-well wanted him filling her.

“Soon. I’m on hair trigger.” He started to stoke her clit again. When he sucked her nipple and stroked her clit with agonizing slowness, she got close again. Her arousal lessened when he stopped his caresses to move above her. Then, he was spreading her lips, filling her. His hand remained on her mound, while he took one stroke in and out.

“Carolyn, love.” He was thumbing her clit. She got close again while he filled her, held almost unmoving above her, stared into her eyes. She was close, so close, as his thumb teased her clit. He might hold still, but she couldn’t. As her hips rose off the bed to drive him deeper, he started moving. He filled her, rubbed along her entry coming out, filled her again as she rose to meet him. She was closer than ever. She clutched his ass.

“Oh!” She flew. He took one more stroke, and then drove her into the mattress when she tried to rise.

“Gah!” He pulsed deep within her. He fell a little to the side instead of directly on her, but it was her side of the bed. She hugged him to her by his ass, then slowly relaxed. Minutes later, he clambered off her and onto his own side of the bed.

“I’ve missed you.” As if the nightgown had been a mile’s separation, but, still...

“Yeah.” She could tell how much he’d missed her. His stuff was pouring out of her. The wet spot would set a record. Well, he was never selfish about her moving to the middle, but she’d wait a minute to do that. Let it all run out.

She had been on fire, and every muscle had been tense. By then, however, she had welcomed that tension. With her just on the edge, he had backed off and held himself above her.

“Yes,” he’d said when he had slid his penis into her vagina, “let me do the work.”

And he’d done the work, holding himself above her on his extended arms so only their genitals had touched. She’d been so far along that it had taken him only something like a dozen strokes. He’d pulled back, rammed himself deep into her, and throbbed inside her.

When he’d dropped, he’d contrived to drop to his side. She had been nearly asleep when he’d risen and covered her, and she was all the way asleep not a minute later.

It hadn’t been the most exciting sex in her life, but it had been the most thorough meeting of her needs that she had ever experienced.

Well, not entirely out. His mouth was offering to call off sex for that night; his prick, which was against her thigh, clearly disagreed. Her opinion was closer to the prick’s. “Maybe,” she whispered, “you should be on top, and can we start over?”

“Or,” he whispered back, “side by side.” He didn’t say anything about starting over, nor anything more at all. He did, however, kiss her on the lips. His mouth moved on to her breasts before his hand went to her pussy. He licked her right nipple, stroked the outside of her lower lips, sucked her nip as he was parting her lips. He moved on to her left nip, licking it, blowing on it, finally sucking it. All the while he was stroking between her lips. He kissed back to her right nip before he finally touched her clitoris.

Going back to the beginning was a good thing. He didn’t seem to want to go on from the beginning, though. “George,” she said in a louder voice than she had intended. Throwing her left leg over his body stuck that foot out in the chill.

“Help me,” he whispered. His prick was nuzzling her pussy. She reached back with her left hand to part her lips. Then she pushed his prick between them. As he thrust into her, she pressed forward to contain him. Not getting very deep this way, he had to take shallow strokes. But they could kiss, and he could stroke her boob all the while. When she came, he grabbed her ass and covered her mouth with a kiss. Then he, too, was coming.

“Too cold?”

“Nice and warm.” Indeed, the apartment was too hot, although it felt cooler without clothes. He gestured towards the closet, and they met in front of the mirror. As they both faced it, he bent to kiss her shoulder while stroking her tits.

“See, they stand up so prettily.” As he brought one hand down her stomach, she spread her legs. He stroked her mound and the inside of her thighs. She stepped far enough to the side, so she could see his cock in the mirror.

“You’re teasing me.” She took his hand and moved it where it belonged. When she felt his finger touch her already-wet lips, she could see the cock jump in response. She watched in the mirror as one hand stroked her nipples and the other stroked her cleft. When he wasn’t kissing her neck or ear, he watched, too. She could see herself blush as she could feel herself tense. The tenseness was visible in the mirror, too.

As the lightning struck, she could see herself wriggle. Andy’s arms held her up as every one of her muscles jumped. He continued holding her as she slumped. The sight was arousing as hell, but a little embarrassing.

“Darling,” he said. “I love you. You are so sexy, so beautiful.” Finally, she straightened. “Love.” He pulled on her shoulder to turn her around. By now, she was glad to have the mirror out of her sight.

He picked her up. He kissed her mouth and then, lifting her further, her tits. He carried her a few steps and rested her back against the wall. They shared a wet kiss while he gripped her ass with both hands.

“Fit me in,” he said. She reached around her ass to spread her lips with her left hand while she pointed his cock between them with her right. As she was lowered, the hairs on his chest rubbed against her nipples while he spread her and then filled her.

“Darling,” he said. When he moved back, she threw her arms around his neck to hold on. Her legs were tight around his waist. He stopped where they had a side view in the mirror. “Gorgeous,” he said. As he raised her, she could feel him going out. She could even see part of his cock behind his hand in the mirror. “Oh, love,” he said as he lowered her and filled her again. On the next stroke, she cooperated with arms and legs. Seeing him move her in the mirror, feeling him against her tits and her entire front, filled and emptied by the motions, her arousal peaked.

She saw herself shake in the mirror as the lightning struck. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand, but he kept the other hand supporting her ass. All that motion aroused her even more, and the lightning struck again. Then she felt him pulse inside her.

He slowly lowered them both to the floor. She had the corner of the closet doorway supporting her back. When she recovered, she eased her feet down until they were supporting her. Andy reached a hand back and fell backwards until his hand could support him. When she stood up, he sat down on the floor before rolling onto his knees. Then he rose. She was standing straight up, and little Andys were running out onto her leg.

“Bed?” he asked.

Maybe they were empty, maybe they couldn’t see in, maybe they wouldn’t notice. “Darling. It’s all right,” Bob said, knowing that I was totally unable to take those risks. It wasn’t all right.

And then it was. I led him into the dark kitchen, where nobody could possibly see us, and started unbuttoning his shirt. Naked, we kissed. I leaned back against the refrigerator while he petted me until I felt like I would explode. I handed him the condom and pushed him back. By the time he was properly sheathed, I was bending over the range.

His entry was incredibly slow, and loving, and tender. His strokes were slow until I dropped and arched my torso to take absolutely all of him. Then he gripped my hipbones tight and sped up. “Hello house,” I said while I still could.

“I love you Mrs. Trainor.”

“And I love you Mr. Trainor.” When he set her down, he started trying to get her out of that dress. She pushed him away but started undressing immediately. Well, his own clothes were complicated enough. Marilyn was very careful hanging her dress up. When she was done with the closet, he hung the rented stuff there. He put his underwear on the dresser, and he watched while she finished undressing. Then he lifted her for a kiss.

So much of her was available for kissing then and he’d been deprived of all but her mouth for so long, that he kept lifting her higher and kissing her lower. When his arms couldn’t reach any higher, he set her on the bed. Then he kissed her ankle -- she’d forbidden him her feet -- and upwards from there in small steps.

As his face approached her vulva, he could smell her sexiness. Soon after he could taste it, she writhed on the bed. He kept licking her, and she writhed again. When he tried for another, she shoved his head away from her delicious labia.

“No,” she said. “This night of all nights. In the bed, under the covers.” She had a point; he had the next 50 years to see her writhe. That was more than 18,000 nights. This was the night for them to be locked together in the way that married couples were locked together. She was lying on the covers that she wanted to be under. He helped her get under them, and then he joined her there.

“Now, Andy. In me,” she said. She was right; this was the time. When his knees were between hers, she reached up and gently pulled him until his tip was bathed in her wetness. “Oh, yes,” she said as he sank into her warmth.

“I love you, Mrs. Trainor,” he said before he kissed her hairline. She was very smooth as he moved inside her, and incredibly arousing. He tried to keep a slow, steady pace. When she contracted around him, he lost all control. He took two more strokes racing to beat the eruption that he could feel boiling up his cock. On the second of these, he buried himself within her and erupted.

He put his arm around her. Soon he was kissing her and caressing her breasts. Her arousal grew slowly until he got up from the sofa. She had to suppress an objection; Jonathan was in charge -- her opinions didn’t matter. But she had more than opinions on this; she needed his kisses, more of his caresses, deeper caresses.

Then he pushed her down on the couch and knelt beside it. He was caressing her again. Now, his kisses left her mouth to trail down her neck. His fingers were no longer on her breasts but were stroking the insides of her thighs. When his mouth reached her right nipple, his hand reached her vulva. Tongues of fire spread from his mouth and his fingers. When the two blazes met, they consumed her. She convulsed.

When she was next aware of the outside world, he was kissing her forehead. His hand rested on her mound, not stroking anything but still holding her. “No,” she said when he started kissing her left breast and caressing her vulva again. It was too soon for her to respond again; those spots were too sensitive.

He ignored her, and soon she was responding again. When he sucked hard on her right nipple, she went over again. This time when she recovered, he was kissing around her navel. He stood up when she’d just caught her breath. “I think,” he said, “you’d be more comfortable in bed.” He raised her torso by tugging on her hands and slipped an arm behind her. He slipped his other arm under her legs; then he lifted her. He carried her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. The air was cool on her skin.

Before she got too cold, however, he had stripped and was lying beside her. His hand guided her in turning on her side with her knees drawn up, so he was lying behind her. After he covered them both with a sheet and a light blanket, he was cool against her back.

Soon, though, his body heat warmed her back, especially her still-sensitive butt. His breath warmed her neck, and his hand warmed her belly and breasts as it caressed her. When it went between her legs, it warmed her all over.

If his hand was warm there, his phallus was hot. It rested against her vulva for a moment. Then he parted her lips and he pressed inside. His torso slid back, and a hand kept her from following as he moved deep within her. Then he tucked the covers more tightly around her. “Good night,” he said.