Chapter 8

“Careful. I might go off.” He felt his cock quivering in desire even before her hand touched it.

“Then go off inside.” She spread her lips for him with her fingers. She felt him go between her fingers. Then he was spreading those lips wide apart. He was warm sliding deeper into her. He filled her. He pushed up inside her and kissed her forehead.

Will felt her all along the length of his cock as he slid into her. She was so warm, so wet, he had missed her for so long, that he almost went off right then. When he was all the way inside and she was clasping all of him, he pressed himself into her and stayed without moving. He kissed her while he cooled down.

“You are so adorable,” he said. “So sexy.” He stroked her nipples one at a time. He imagined her with a baby sucking at her breast. “Do you think we’ll start one this time? I have a lot stored up.”

“Not if you don’t start moving.” She enjoyed having him filling her, enjoyed his teasing her nipples. Still, she had been looking forward to this time for a week, and she’d been planning it quite explicitly for hours. She needed more than his presence filling her. She needed his motion right now. Then, when he did move, it increased her need.

He still felt highly aroused, if not so close to boiling point as he had been. He moved out to her entrance and then in again. She was warm and sleek around him. When he began moving more rapidly, she arched up to meet his thrusts. He felt it coming, and it was too soon. He couldn’t stop, though. He moved faster and drove harder.

She was nearly there. She planted her feet on the bed and raised her pelvis to get more of him sooner. He was speeding up, and she wanted this, wanted more speed, wanted him to use more force.

He couldn’t hold back. He thrust into her more forcefully than ever. He buried his cock deep within her and exploded. He kept pulsing as all of him ran out into her, into her warmth, into her fertility.

She felt him drive into her and throb. That was enough to take her over. She pressed up towards him and convulsed around him. She grabbed his ass cheeks to pull him deeper. When she collapsed, he had already collapsed on top of her.

He struggled up and to her side. He didn’t know how long he’d weighed her down. He didn’t think the elbows had helped all that much.

“Sweet, sexy, woman.” He brushed his fingers over the fullness of her breasts, then over her abdomen on the way to her thigh. He kissed her shoulder. There was no rush, not from the situation, not from inside. They could have a gentle, leisurely, lovemaking. What better way to spend a Saturday morning?

“What I really am is available.” Sylvia, on the other hand, wanted to think of him as a sex fiend.

“Sweet, sexy, available, woman.” She laughed, an interesting sight from here. He Leaned over to kiss her, grasping her vulva at the same time. Soon, his finger was stroking her moisture upwards while his tongue was playing with hers. He left her mouth to kiss her breasts, larger with the second pregnancy and with nipples that felt like they were getting ready. Well, they had months to go yet, but he’d lick and suck them just to give them practice.

“Help me,” she said. He helped her turn away from him. Then she raised her right leg and helped him in turn. When she’d placed him at her entrance, he slid into the juicy warmth.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “You not only look sexy, you feel sexy.” He returned his hand to her entrance. He fingered the button there while he stroked in and out. When his orgasm got too near, he stopped moving his body but kept moving his finger.

“George,” she said. He was moving through her, relishing her warm slickness, when she clasped around him. He took one more stroke and erupted in her. She was still clasping around him when his last pulse ended.

“Lovely darling,” he said. He moved his hand to her shoulder and kissed her spine. They lay like that while he oozed out. He may have fallen asleep. She was suddenly moving away from him.

“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.

As he rinsed off the remains of the shaving cream and examined the results in the mirror, Carolyn put down the rubber mat and adjusted the shower. She was leaning over to do these tasks, and he admired her buns in the mirror. She got in first, and he followed her. When they were both wet, they had a hug. She handed him the shampoo and got her head under the shower to soak it. He squeezed out some shampoo into his hand, held it under the shower, rubbed his hands together until it foamed, and started applying it to her hair. First, he stroked his fingers through her lovely locks. When he dug his fingertips into her scalp, she sighed.

“You do that so well.”

“Labor of love. You wash it because it’s dirty, taking time you want to spend on something else. I love to run my fingers through your hair. Might as well have shampoo on the fingers when I do.” When all the hair had been soaped and running his fingers through her hair had no more excuse, he removed his hands and slapped her lightly on a bun. She turned around and looked up so that her hair hung down under the stream of the shower. He still had some shampoo on his hand, and she still had some hair unwashed. He cupped her mound and then stroked his fingers through the hair there.

“Bill.” It was supposed to be admonition, but she was grinning.

“Well, we have to get all your hair clean.”

“You’re impossible.” When she turned around, he ran a special, strong, comb through her hair to get the last shampoo -- and some of the water, for that matter -- out of it. She turned again, lifted her hair in her hands so that the shower stream hit every section, turned her back to him for a final combing.

He got under the shower to get his face wet. He used the washcloth to scrub it, then handed it to her. As he rinsed his face off under the shower, Carolyn scrubbed his back with the cloth. He turned around, and she washed his torso. After hanging the soapy washcloth on the rod for the shower curtain, she soaped his legs with her hands. She finished up on his groin. She cupped his balls before stroking a soapy hand once along his dick.

While he rinsed off, she took her washcloth to her face. They’d discovered that eyes, nose, and mouth are scary areas for another to be washing. Then she handed the cloth to him. He scrubbed her back. When that was done, he reached around to soap up her front.

“Oh, Bill.” But she leaned back against him as he caressed her melons and then her belly through the cloth. He straightened her so he could kneel to get her legs. He soaped the buns, down the backs of her thighs to her calves. After he traded the cloth with her for the bar of soap, she leaned against the wall while lifting each foot.

“I’m never so thorough with you,” she said when he soaped between each pair of toes, “or even with me.” Well, they were quite sexy toes. Then, “Ooh, that tickles.” Soon, though, he moved on to her shins. Then he was soaping the fronts and sides of her thighs. He took special care of the insides of the thighs. Finally, while planting a kiss on a bun, he soaped the area between her thighs. He handed her the soap to put on the windowsill outside the shower curtain. Then he carefully rinsed off the part he’d last washed. Finally, he rose and rinsed under the shower for the last time. They traded places, and she rinsed off carefully before turning off the shower.

This time, when he hugged her from behind, their bodies weren’t slick from soap. He kissed her ear and neck while stroking her buns with both hands. Soon after his hand got to her snatch, she spoke.

“Real.” She turned around, and they had a ‘real kiss,’ mouth to mouth. His hand returned to her snatch as her tongue met his eagerly. She soon broke the kiss to lean back against the wall with her legs spread apart. He rested his left hand on the wall beside her, as his kisses traveled down her neck and over her melon. He stroked her clit slowly as his mouth approached the tip of her melon. She held his head there as her body tensed.

“Oh,” she said as she went over. He straightened and held her until she moved off the wall to stand by herself. “Steamy sex,” she said; the entire bathroom was still filled by the mist from the shower. They got out, and she wrapped her hair in one of the regular towels. He used one of the big ones to pat her body dry. When he was done, she rubbed him dry. He opened the door and wrapped the towel he’d used around her. He lifted her in his arms.

The living room was chilly, but she’d left the heater going in the bedroom. She kicked the door shut after he’d carried her in. He set her on the bed still wrapped in the towel. He moved over her and kissed her face. Then he unwrapped the towel to kiss down her torso. He stroked her nub again while he was kissing her melons.

“In,” she said. Yes, it was time. Her snatch was hot and filled with liquid. He watched her face as he stroked within that warm slickness. Her expression went from a smile to a frown. As the furrows on her brow deepened, her body started to rise to meet his. They were slapping against each other in perfect rhythm when her scowl deepened in agony. Then she went over. She stopped meeting his thrusts as her legs rose behind him. Her snatch clasped his dick.

He lost it, driving her into the mattress while he poured his life and his love into her. They gasped together as he rested on her softness. His elbows felt the cords inside the electric blanket. Finally, he moved off, getting under the covers again.

With much of his weight on his elbows, he was showing Gayle what he knew. He was high enough on her that he was rubbing next to her clit on every stroke.

She knew what that sensation was. When he’d ridden high on her like that, the spring had wound tighter and tighter. Every muscle but one had tensed, and she hadn’t thought that she could stand it.

Then the last muscle had joined in. She’d clutched around him.

Before her last spasm, she’d felt him pulsing deep within her.

Val thought that Gayle seemed to be enjoying herself, too. She clutched Bruce’s ass, and he sped up. Val checked Gayle’s face and saw the expression she had earlier taken for worry. If her face could be worried, her hands were only pulling Bruce deeper.

As Gayle’s legs went down and stretched wider, Val thought that she now knew what that moment looked like from outside. She could feel Gayle’s feelings, the sense that the climax was close -- very close and very needed -- and reaching for it with her body. She was thrusting herself into Bruce in an attempt to break through.

And it was never enough. The guy was up against her, and he couldn’t get deeper. A thrust just pushed him away.

Still, the moment always came, if not as soon as you wanted it then. The spring broke. Your spirit shattered. The convulsions took you, as they were now taking Gayle.

His climax was taking Bruce, too. Watching him shake, Val was certain that the little seeds were pulsing out of him. So warm they felt when they entered her own pussy, and so slimy when they oozed out. Well, Gayle wouldn’t be sleeping on a wet spot tonight.

“Didn’t want to rummage through the suitcases. Mistake. Still feeling tired?” He wasn’t much of a masseur, but Sylvia usually enjoyed his attentions. He moved from her back to her feet. Her butt was probably as numb as his was after the long drive. He spent a lot of time there, partly to work out the numbness, partly because he liked Sylvia’s butt.

He liked other parts of Sylvia, too. When he was spending more time on her vulva than on her butt, she rolled over. She kept her legs spread, though, so he kept up his attentions. He also took the opportunity to kiss her lovely soft belly. Delightful as that was, it brought him close to her breasts. Now, those really needed kisses. He hadn’t kissed them all day, had hardly felt them. He teased himself, and -- he hoped -- her, by working up to them very slowly.

Even when he reached them, he kissed all over her near breast before finally allowing himself to lick and suck her nipple. Then he repeated the process on her far breast -- conscious, all the while, of the wet nipple rubbing against his chest. He could tell she was feeling arousal, too. She was delightfully juicy by this time, but that wasn’t the only clue. The belly which had been so soft under his lips was now hardening under his arms. She had begun to push her mound up against his hand.

When he’d worked his way up to the nipple, he thought she was ready. He sucked hard there, stroking across her clit at the same time. He was rewarded by a gasp from Sylvia. Her body undulated beside him as he maintained the suction and repeated the stroke.

He dropped both contacts when she relaxed. When she’d regained her breath, she turned on her side and snuggled against him. He carefully tucked her in. The room was still chilly, but she was covered with a light sheen of perspiration. He held the damp, smooth, soft, treasure in his arms -- his wife. “Good night, my love,” he said. He cupped her top breast in his hand, his right hand, so it must be her right breast. Despite the arousal of his cock pressed to her butt, sleep came rapidly.

He woke to feel a sleeping Sylvia inches from him. That was delightful, but he had to get up to piss. While in the bathroom, he shaved. He didn’t want his whiskers to bother her this morning. It was a little warm, so he turned up the air conditioner again. He wanted Sylvia to seek his warmth in her sleep.

He got back into bed quite carefully, easing his body against hers. She stirred but didn’t really wake up. When she’d gone back to sleep, he put his arm around her to cup her breast. He couldn’t move like this, but who would want to? He lay there planning how he would serve, and service, her on the first morning of their marriage.

“Let me take a bathroom break,” Sylvia said suddenly. He released her, and she went into the bathroom.

That would have been more fun to watch if he’d been wearing his glasses. He found them and put them on. She came out and looked through her suitcase, giving him a great view. She got her shower cap and turned to him. “Want to share a shower?”

He got up and followed her into the bathroom. He had a piss with her right there. She waited for the toilet tank to fill before she turned on the shower. Once she’d let the shower run over her back, she turned so he could scrub it.

Partly, he scrubbed her back hard because it was good for her. Sylvia was his woman, and he wanted her to be healthy, skin as much as anything else. Partly, he scrubbed hard because she liked it; the better she liked it, the more often she’d share a shower with him. This time, she’d even invited him. Mostly, he scrubbed hard because when he did, she braced herself against a wall and stuck out her butt. And a delightful butt it was. He liked to see it and liked more to press against it -- as he did during the scrubbing. When she’d had enough of that, he soaped up his hands and washed her belly, her breasts, and even between her legs. She took up a washcloth for her face and arms. She went on to her legs, not giving him a chance.

Then, she started in on him. This was new, and also delightful. He had to warn her, though, when she was washing his cock. He was too close to coming. She moved off it at his warning, but no further than his nuts. He remembered things he’d read about Japanese geishas. After a brief respite, she finished off by running a soapy finger along his butt. He couldn’t tell what had got into her this morning, and he wasn’t about to question it out loud. If this was marriage, even if this was honeymooning, he would enjoy it.

When it was time to dry off, they did each other. He went first, starting on the peripheries and ending at her center. Maybe he patted here longer than was strictly necessary to dry her. “Are you trying to reduce moisture,” Sylvia asked, “or increase it?”

Then he gave her the towel. She used it on his back but took another for the rest of him. There were plenty of towels; one good thing about a motel. At first, the drying was service. It was pleasant to be pampered, even mildly erotic to be pampered by your lover. By the time she got to his butt, though, there was nothing mild about the eroticism. Sylvia was reaching between his legs and facing his erect cock. She blew across it several times. By the time she dried it off, he was leaking precum. That was one towel they shouldn’t reuse.

He warned her again.

“Time to get dressed?” she responded. “It’s Sunday. Do you think the motel office would know where there is a church close?”

He could tell she wasn’t serious; she was kneeling staring at his cock while she said it. But this was too much. “Sylvia!”

“Oh. Did you have something else planned? Yes, you mentioned something last night. Now what was it... ? Oh, yes. Morning love.”

She got up. “Why don’t you go lie down while I take my pill?” she continued. He did. Bed was definitely the place to be right then. It was a little cool by now. He tossed the sheet over himself, being careful that the leaking precum didn’t touch the top. Though these sheets would only be used for a few more minutes.

“That’s a good idea,” Sylvia said. “I ought to be wearing something, too.”

“Sylvia!”

“Well, sauce for the goose, you know.” Obediently, he threw the sheet aside.

She didn’t stare at his nakedness, though. Instead she looked through her purse for the plastic disk of pills. This gave him a delightful view of her vulva. Then he could see Sylvia in motion as she went back to the bathroom to take the pill and returned to the handbag.

The view he got when she returned the pills to the purse was raunchier yet. He began to suspect that she was posing. For one thing, the natural position for bending over to look in her purse would have given him a three-quarters view, not this direct one. Ordinarily, he preferred her natural nudity to her poses, but this time he was conscious that she was trying to turn him on. And it worked; how it worked. He was throbbing, afraid he’d come before he got in her. Maybe having the sheet against his cock had been a bad idea.

She finally came to bed. “No,” she said when he turned to welcome her. “Lie back down.” He lay flat on his back. She climbed onto the bed and knelt down with her legs on both sides of him. She removed his glasses and kissed him.

He kissed her back. He extracted his arms, which had been trapped against his sides by her posture. Then he could caress all of her. After paying proper attention to her thighs and butt, he held her breasts. They were so smooth, and her nipples were so firm. “Like this?” she asked.

Like what they were doing? He adored it. “Oh yes.”

“Don’t you want to do something else with them?” She bent down so that one breast was against his mouth. He leaned upwards slightly to kiss it. Soon, he lay back down, and she bent further forward. He kissed and licked and sucked. She only removed it to give him the other breast. “Equal time,” she said. She changed breasts every once in a while. That was great, one thing he usually had to worry about was whether his attentions were making her breast sore. These weren’t. Now they were making his cock sore. But he was enjoying this too much to try to bring it to an end. And, after all, he wanted her to welcome his sexual advances; he wouldn’t refuse hers.

Controlling which breast he sucked was fair, her next move wasn’t. She pulled the breast out of his mouth and moved down to suck his nipples.

When she finally abandoned his nipples, she kissed him on the mouth. He kissed her deeply, playing tongue tag. When he was done, she inserted her tongue in his mouth. They played another round of tongue tag, but his cock was starting to need something more direct. When he got her breast again, he reached for her vulva. He petted the outer lips before parting them. He tried to steer his finger blindly while paying proper attention to her breast. But, if he had to have distractions, these were the best possible distractions.

She reached back to finger his cock. That was too much! “Sylvia!” he warned.