Later, he felt her get up from the bed and heard the bathroom door close and water running in the sink. After ten minutes, the door opened and the lights went off. He felt her pull the sheet and blanket up over them both, and she snuggled into him.
After a few minutes, she said, in the dark, “Are you awake?”
He mumbled, “Sort of.”
“That was… intense. Not exactly what I expected. It feels different, somehow, when we’re not doing the penis-vagina thing. I hadn’t expected to get so into it. There was an element of, I don’t know, I do something to you, then you do something to me, which makes me try to do something better to you, and so on. Does that make sense?
“Anyway, by the time we were ten minutes into that, there could’ve been an earthquake going on and I wouldn’t have noticed. I think it’s amazing when we both cum at the same time, don’t you? I don’t think most couples have that happen much. And I don’t know why that thing you do, the finger poking into my ass, gets me off like it does. That’s weird, I wouldn’t have expected that in a million years. Weird, but really nice.
“Oh, and I was so wrapped up in my orgasm that I barely noticed that you were cumming in my mouth, so I had to hurry and swallow to catch up. It was kind of sexy in a way, the knowledge that what I’d been doing got you off so hard.”
“Emma, words fail me. That felt so fucking unbelievable. I was helpless, you owned me. I was talking to myself, saying, ‘Oh, please don’t stop, keep going, keep me riding the wave.’ I came so hard — oh, you said that — I came so hard it felt like the bed was shaking.”
He was slurring his words now, from exhaustion, but he had to tell her how it felt.
“So,” she said, “on the porn-queen scale, how’m I doing?”
“Eleven. A definite eleven. Scale of one-to-ten.”
She punched him on the arm, then snuggled closer. He felt himself drifting away. Just before he fell asleep he asked her, “What did you think of the cum in your mouth? How did it taste?”
She thought about it. “It was erotic. Kind of arousing, when you unloaded and I knew it was because of what I’d been doing. It tasted… like sex. Different, but I could get used to it.”
He smiled, then fell asleep.
Chapter 5
He slept, completely oblivious to anything that went on around him during the night, strange bed, odd sounds from the hotel, the air conditioner kicking on periodically — he heard none of it. When he woke, trying to remember where he was, he had the fragments of erotic dreams fleetingly drift away. He tried to recall them but couldn’t.
He became aware that there was someone sleeping next to him, and when he opened an eye it hit him full on, the past day coming back to him in a flash, all the details, and he suddenly had a full erection.
He mentally shook himself. For a moment he couldn’t believe his good fortune, that he and this amazing woman were now a unit. People would no longer think of him as ‘Kenny Walsh’; it would now be ‘the Walshes’. “Let’s have the Walshes over for a barbeque.” “Do the Walshes play bridge?”
The thought came to him, I’ll need to watch more porn, get some ideas for new things to try with her. She seems to be up for almost anything, taking to them with great enthusiasm, trying on new ideas. He started making a mental list of things to try, while Emma slept soundly beside him.
He realized that he had to pee, and while he was in there he probably ought to take a shower, too, brush his teeth. He got up quietly, so as not to wake her, and stepped barefoot into the bathroom.
He closed the door halfway so the light wouldn’t hit her, relieved his bladder and flushed.
He still had a stiffy, but shower and teeth first. He ran his fingers through his rumpled hair, debating whether to wash it. Ahh, it was probably okay till tomorrow. He put some toothpaste on the brush and started on his molars.
The door opened and Emma walked in naked, a little bleary eyed. “Morning,” she said. He mumbled a reply around his toothbrush, and she started the same task, leaning over the sink, her boobs swaying. His dick was pointing straight out. How could she not have noticed it?
“I’m going to take a shower,” he tried to enunciate as clearly as possible around the toothbrush in his mouth. “Mmmph unhh,” she replied around hers.
He spit into the sink and rinsed out with some water from the cup, and she did the same. He reached into the shower and turned on the water. He turned around to say something to her and immediately forgot what it was.
She was bent over the sink at her waist, leaning in close to the mirror to pluck at an eyelash, her legs slightly apart. Her pussy lips were exposed and he thought that was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. He wanted to step behind her and pound his dick into her pussy until he filled her with cum.
He made half a step towards her before he thought better of it. Maybe wait till they knew each other better. He didn’t know whether she was a morning person, or if she had to have coffee before she had sex.
Kenny and his stiffy stepped into the shower and adjusted the water temperature. She poked her head around the shower curtain and asked, “Room for two?”
“For you? Always.”
“I forgot my shower cap, so I’ll have to be careful not to get my hair wet. I’ll stay at this end, away from the shower head.”
He passed her the soap and she ran it over her body. He felt his stiffy straining uncomfortably as he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Then she reached between her legs and soaped her pussy and he felt his knees start to shake.
She chose that moment to glance back over her shoulder and caught the look on his face. He might as well have had his feelings tattooed on his forehead, it was that clear.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Emma. Death by exhaustion. Turn around and bend over, put your hands on the wall of the shower.”
She looked like she was going to object, then thought better of it. She replaced the soap in the dish, then faced the wall and bent at the waist, bracing herself with her hands.
“Christ, baby, you have the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen. I can’t get enough of it.” He fell to his knees, the water streaming down his back, and buried his face in her pussy, kissing and tonguing. He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and forced his tongue inside. Emma moaned, “Oh, Jesus.”
Enough, he thought, I need to do this now. He scrambled to his feet, grabbed the soap long enough to get some on his hand, and stroked the tip of his dick to get it slippery. He took it in his hand, aimed it at her cunt, and leaned forward. It slipped right in.
They both groaned and said, “Oh, God” at the same moment. He pushed in and felt like he was only moments away from cumming, so urgent did it feel.
“Christ, Emma, you have the most perfect pussy in the world, like it’s made especially for my dick alone. This feels so extraordinary, I don’t know how long I can last. I’ve got to do this now.”
He set up a quick rhythm, lost in the feel of her body, feeling his release getting closer and closer. “Oh, baby, so close now, almost there.” He could see that she had taken one hand from the wall and placed it between her legs, rubbing her pussy and her clit hard, making small grunts timed to his thrusts.