CHAPTER 24
"I do too. Thank you Mr. Charles."
Robert jogged up the stairs. He stopped dead in his tracks at the top; he stared at the blouse and bra laying in the hall where Sascha had discarded them. Torn off buttons littered the carpet. He hurried to the bedroom where he found Sascha on the floor. "Are you okay Sweetheart?"
"I'm fine!" She snapped, gasping for breath. "I just tripped trying to get these damn pants off. Help me." She ordered.
Robert kneeled, tugged at the legs of her pants, and found she still had her hiking shoes on. He didn't say anything; he just untied the boots and slid them off and then pulled off the pants. He started to fold her pants, "Don't worry about that...please," Sascha begged. Robert turned to find her lying on their bed, hips hiked up, slithering out of her panties.
She tossed the panties carelessly across the room. At the same time, she lifted her knees and spread her legs; she held out her arms to her husband, "Please Robert, hurry, I need you." She pleaded. Nude, her appearance surprised Robert even more. Her entire body was flushed red. Her breasts seemed inflated and upright; her nipples engorged to the size of Robert's first finger joint; her labia and clitoris swollen and bright red.
Robert began undressing, Sascha didn't wait, she shot forward, grabbed Robert and pulled him to her. "Now!" She grabbed his still-forming erection and placed it at the entrance of her vagina. He slid in deeply. Sascha groaned and began thrusting herself against him violently. Robert did his best to match Sascha's frantic rhythm but couldn't. He resigned himself and let Sascha do as she insisted. Supporting himself on one elbow, Robert ran his arm under Sascha's head and loosened her knee-length hair. He leaned in and kissed Sascha viciously. He jammed his tongue as deep as he could--daring the panting Sascha to fight him. She answered by sinking her fingernails into his ass and pulling him even harder into her.
Finally, Robert broke the fiery kiss--long enough to catch his breath. He immediately leaned down and sucked one of Sascha's hugely distended nipples between his lips and lashed at it with his tongue. Sascha arched her body off the bed, "Cumming! Cumming!" She cried. Robert groaned with pleasure and flooded her with his seed. They collapsed on the bed.
"Oh God! Thank you, Thank you. I feel so much better." Sascha whispered. "I'm sorry for being so...so..."
"Demanding?" Robert smiled and kissed her again...softly this time.
"Yeah that." Sascha shuddered violently as Robert kissed her left nipple and began to roll off her. "Ahh! Cumming again!" She moaned, "Just the kiss on my nipple tipped me over the edge."
After several deep breaths, Sascha regained a bit of control. She gathered her hair and pushed it to the side away from where Robert lay. Sascha glanced down, "Hey! You're still hard. Excellent!" She quickly rolled over and mounted him. Sinking down with a loud sigh. She immediately began undulating her hips, forcing her super-sensitive clit against him. "So good, so good, so good." She chanted as she rode her husband.
Sascha was sweating profusely, Robert leaned up a bit and licked a drop from her still-swollen left nipple. Sascha grunted and climaxed again, drawing Robert's orgasm at the same time. When she stopped shaking, Sascha sagged onto Robert and was asleep within seconds, using her arm and Robert's chest as a pillow.
After 20 minutes as a mattress and listening to Sascha's deep, slow breathing, Robert tried to rouse her...but she stayed asleep. He wrapped his arms around her and slowly rolled over. He slipped out of her and got off the bed. "God, what a mess we made." Robert shook his head in wonder as he untangled the comforter and spread it over Sascha. He noticed that her sprawled body had lost its red flush, and her nipples and genitals had returned to their normal size and color.
"Mon Dieu. Ca c'était quoi." He muttered. He strolled to the bathroom and showered. He peeked into the bedroom. Sascha still slept, so he wet a washcloth with warm water and grabbed a towel. Back in the bedroom, Robert climbed up onto the bed so that he could clean Sascha a bit.
As soon as the cloth touched her, she jerked away, "No!" She grunted harshly. Her legs slammed together, and she rolled to her right and curled up into a tight ball.
"Sascha?" Robert whispered. She started to snore. Robert shook his head, dropped the cloth and towel onto the floor, and crawled under the comforter beside her. Unfortunately, he couldn't fall asleep; he watched his wife. After a while Sascha rolled to her back again, but still slept soundly.
As midnight approached Robert started to doze; he jerked awake when Sascha started mumbling unintelligibly. Robert thought he heard her say 'yes' several times--smiling as she said it. After the last 'yes' Sascha's body spasmed and she shot up to a sitting position--eyes wide open. "Oh!" She exclaimed as she clasped her hands on her abdomen. She sat for a moment, staring at nothing, murmured "thank you", then fell back onto her pillow and immediately began snoring.
Robert simply lay on the bed and kept watch on his unmoving Sascha. He finally slept at 3 a.m. He woke up when the morning sun streamed into his eyes. He blinked a couple times, Sascha lay about three inches from him, her eyes wide open, smiling brightly. "Well, look who's awake. Good morning."
"Good morning. How are you? Do you feel okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine. Why shouldn't I be?"
"Well, the way you acted last night..."
"What do you mean? We got home from hiking; I was tired; I went to sleep. What's so strange about that?"
"You don't remember?"
"What's to remember?"
"I guess for starters, your blouse--with all the buttons torn off--and your bra are laying on the floor out in the hall where you threw them.
"You ripped the buttons off my blouse?
"No Baby, you did it yourself."
"No way!" She reached down and scratched her labia, "Eww! Sticky! Did we make love?"
"We had sex. Several times. You were barely in control--very demanding. After our fourth time you simply fell asleep. When I tried to clean you a little, you rolled away from me."
"Four times? But I feel great...after four I should be...ah...unable to move."
"I know. That's why I asked if you feel okay."
"Honest, never better. I think I'll go shower and clean up."
A half-hour later, Sascha strolled back into the bedroom, her body draped in a towel and trying to get her hair into its wrap. "There's too much hair for one wrap. I need to rethink this. Do you think there is such a thing as an extra-large one of these?"
"Come over here. I'll comb it for you...then let it air dry for now. We can ask Agatha and Birgit if they have any ideas. Is your wrap microfiber?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I think we can probably find a full-size towel, made of the same material. You might check online. Or...I bet they'd have something at that outdoor outfitter we went to for your boots. Something light and fast drying would be perfect for a backpack."
"I'm caught up studying...can we go today?"
"Breakfast first?"
"Oh...if you insist." Sascha laughed.
