She looked at him. “I’d love to have kids, Kenny, especially yours, but not right now. I wish I’d told you before but I didn’t and I’m sorry.”
She looked down at the table. “Emma, it’s fine. Really. I’m not sure how I’d deal with kids either, or if it’s a good idea early in a marriage. People have to learn to live together first before they start adding kids into the mix.”
“You’re sure? You’re not just saying that, are you?”
“I’m not. It’s fine. In fact, I expected that you’d already be on birth control. I don’t know why, because we never talked about it, but I did. Listen, we’ll decide together when the time is right, okay?”
She nodded just as the waiter deposited the check on the table with a smile. Kenny added a tip, signed with his room number, stood up and pulled Emma’s chair back from the table. She took his arm and they chatted quietly as they walked to the elevators.
They were the only ones in the elevator. Emma double-checked, looking around to make sure, then reached out and grabbed his crotch and squeezed.
“Damn! You little slut. Careful, I could get used to that, make you do it to me in unexpected places, like restaurants.”
“Maybe I’ll learn to like it, being a dirty girl in public. Careful what you wish for.”
By the time they reached their room, she was rubbing hips against him. He thought she might be just a bit unsteady on her feet.
She kicked off her shoes just inside the door. “The food really helped. I feel much better.” She reached behind her and pulled the zipper down on her dress and shrugged it off onto the floor. “My mother always used to yell at me if I left my clothes on the floor. Take that, Ma!” She giggled again.
He had gotten his shoes off by the time she was down to her underwear. When he was in his shorts and unbuttoning his shirt, she was naked, her hands on her hips, waiting for him. He felt like he wasn’t meeting standards.
He pushed his shorts down and she looked at him. “Kenny, what can we do with that? Haven’t you had enough time?”
“Emma, how long has it been since we finished the last one? And how many times have we done it today? It might take me a while, okay?”
She shook her head and walked over to him. “I dunno. Maybe I was expecting too much. Hold on.” She suddenly reached out, put a hand on his chest and pushed. He was so startled that he put up no defense, and fell backwards onto the bed, his legs dangling onto the floor.
“This worked last time. Let me try again,” she said. She dropped to her knees and moved forward until she was between his legs. She examined his dick, only partially tumescent, and perhaps without realizing it muttered “Tsk, tsk.”
She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tip and ran her tongue over the head. She took hold of the base with two fingers. Kenny could feel her mouth, a very pleasant sensation, but it probably wouldn’t get him hard for awhile. He tried to remember how many orgasms he’d had since they arrived, but kept getting distracted.
Above him, she was trying a different method. His shaft was still a little floppy, so she opened her mouth wide and tried to get as much inside as she could. The dick was not really cooperating and kept sagging against the inside of her cheek.
She tried again. This time, she wrapped her lips around the dick, just below its head, and used her lips to walk down the shaft until she had most of it in her mouth. It was, of course, not as long as it was when engorged, but this was a process.
With the soft shaft in her mouth, she sucked in her cheeks and moved her head side to side. She added the tongue and slipped three fingers under his balls. Kenny wondered where she had learned that. The porn films again? He’d have to ask. But later.
She was determined, he gave her that. She pulled off him slowly, until it slipped out with a wet pop. Emma wrapped a hand around the dick and stroked it, though it was still soft. “How’s that feel, baby?”
“Everything you do to me feels wonderful. I wish I could get hard again more quickly, but that feels great.”
In fact, he thought, it did look like it was a little stiffer. Maybe he should look into that Viagra stuff, maybe that would help if she was going to keep up this kind of schedule.
Emma had again wrapped her lips around his dick, bobbing up and down, occasionally stopping to stroke it with her hand. It was slow going, but he could feel it getting harder.
Maybe he needed something different, perhaps some visual stimulation. “My turn, baby,” he told her. “You lay down here, right where I am.”
She looked up, surprised. She could see that it wasn’t yet fully erect, but she stood up, then found her place lying on the bed, legs hanging over the edge.
He pushed her thighs apart and leaned in. “Damn, I really love your pussy, Emma. It’s beautiful.” He spread her labia apart with his thumbs and started low, right at the entrance to her twat, and licked upwards, tongue moving side to side. When he reached her clit, she let out a long “Ooohhh.”
He changed direction and licked down until he reached the pussy opening and pushed his tongue in, as much as it was possible to do that. “Oh, yesss, Kenny, really nice.” He kept that up for another thirty seconds until his tongue started to feel tired.
Upward again, tongue moving in circles this time, and Emma was making little sounds in her throat, not yet words. Just before he reached her clit, he used his lips to pull at her clit, letting it snap back, and then slipped two fingers into her cunt.
“Oh, Jesus, baby, yes! Do that! It feels so good!” She was pushing into him, trying to get the fingers further inside.
Once again he moved south, slowly, licking, teasing. He removed his fingers, but paused only briefly at the opening to her cunt, then went lower until his tongue stabbed at her perineum, the small area the separated the anus from the vagina.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, yes!” It was wet from saliva that had dripped down her slit and felt like velvet, and as he flicked his tongue back and forth, he pushed one finger slowly into her ass.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, oh, what are you doing? Oh, Jesus.”
He moved his head higher, tongue darting back and forth, and replaced the tongue on her perineum with a thumb massaging it while his middle finger probed her butt. She made a high, keening sound, and this time when he reached her clit he assaulted it with his tongue.
That put her over the top. “Yesyesyesyes, right there, don’t stop, oh, fuck, yes!” She grabbed his head, pushing him into her, and vibrated until she finally pushed him away, hard.
“Stop, stop, wait, Kenny, no more!”
Just in the nick of time. He was getting a stiff neck. He wished his cock was as stiff as his neck felt. He crawled up on the bed and lay beside her, placing his arm across her stomach, watching her.
He watched her rest, her eyes closed, her breathing even. He looked down at his dick and assessed it. Almost there, he felt, probably stiff enough to enter her, but maybe not hard enough to make it good for her. Emma was still out of it, which made him think about her reaction to the lovemaking.