"Yeah, I guess." Jen's answer was short and soft. Was that a tone of sadness that he heard?
They wandered aimlessly for at least 15 minutes. Few words passed between them and they eventually found themselves at the door of their room.
"Let's go in."
He heard more energy and decisiveness in her voice.
"Unlock the door," she pressed at him.
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Suddenly, she knew exactly what she wanted. She nearly pushed Tim through the door when she heard the beep of the lock, then stopped him as quickly as the door closed behind them. He turned toward her and she leaned her head back, stretching her neck to kiss him.
His lips were slow to respond to hers at first. She pushed him back to the wall of the tiny entryway, pinning him there as she continued to kiss. He slipped his arms around her waist and then met her tongue with his own. She thought for a moment of the time that neither of them knew how to kiss. Their first "make out" sessions were fumbling and clumsy. Eventually, they grew to be predictable and infrequent.
She took a breath and kissed him harder, like she had kissed Kate. He pressed back, as though he were competing, so she softened her approach, nibbling on his bottom lip the way that Kate had nibbled on hers. He seemed to like that. Or so the growing firmness pushing into her belly seemed to indicate.
She giggled at his arousal, then slid down his body, finding her way to her knees. She looked into his eyes, smiling, as she tugged his zipper. She felt his bulge through the opening, squeezing his shaft gently with one hand while unbuckling his belt with the other. She never broke eye contact as she slid her hands up the outside of his thighs, finding the waistband and pulling everything down at once.
With his pants around his knees, she examined his stiffening member. It was slowly becoming engorged. Not yet erect, its girth had begun to expand. Enough blood had moved to his penis that it was full and hulking, hanging slightly away from his body.
She kissed it softly. Right on top, about midway down the shaft. She followed with another, then another. She looked up again to see him breathing deeply, watching her every move.
She kissed him just below the belly button, then formed a trail of soft, wet kisses down to his pubic bone. Her tongue flicked at the union of his cock and his belly, then she resumed those sensuous kisses down the shaft, savoring every spot and every taste of his flesh.
By the time she made it to his head, it had begun to rise to meet her. She smiled at her accomplishment, taking it into her hand to examine it. Another kiss to the tip, then pulling back on the skin, she watched as his tiny hole opened to her. She licked it. Soft. Teasing. Tentative.
She realized that she had never been here before. She had been around it, of course, but she never took the time to explore. She wondered if it felt good. He moaned his quiet approval almost as though he heard her unspoken question.
She continued her journey downward, around the tip of his penis, pausing at the patch of gathered flesh at the base of his head. She flicked it once with her tongue, causing his hips to thrust as he grunted out a quick and noisy blast of air. She looked up again to see her smiling at him. Another flick, another smile. She sucked at the spot and he released a slow, quiet, moan. She bit at it and he recoiled. With her lesson learned, she kissed the same spot gently and then continued kissing him all the way down the softer bottom of his shaft. She took her time, wanting to notice every slight movement and response to her efforts.
She wanted to pleasure him. She wanted him to experience every sensation that she was able to provide. This week she had felt things that she never felt before, and right now she wanted her husband to experience the same thing. Well, at least as much as one woman could do for him. For once sex was not about "the deed". It wasn't a challenge to get to the end. She wanted to experience the moment completely, and she wanted Tim to feel how much she loved him. Everything that she had learned this week. Everything she heard about, or saw, or experienced was going to be applied right now. With him and him alone.
His dick was rigid by the time she got to his testicles. So stiff, in fact, that it rose out of her way, allowing her to examine his sac. All that she knew was that they were sensitive. So sensitive that they had, essentially, been declared "off limits" in the early days of their relationship. But, she reasoned, "sensitive" can be very good.
She blew on them. A soft, steady stream of air, followed by the warmth of a gentle kiss. She allowed her tongue to drag up from the bottom of the left side, over the bulge of his ball to the base of his shaft.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed.
"Sure?"
He nodded silently, his eyes now closed.
She repeated the motion. Then did the same to the other side. She thought that his skin might be tightening around them.
"More?'
He pushed her head back into his groin. Her pussy immediately responded to his insistence.
She licked them like a cat cleaning her kittens. She kept it soft and sensuous but eventually noticed that he didn't seem to mind a little pressure. Getting brave, she gently sucked the left one into her mouth. His shaft reacted, nearly bouncing off his tummy. She giggled and found her way to the other. The reaction was the same.
Her left hand wrapped around his dick and she stroked it gently as she played with his balls.
"Suck it," he grunted and she was only too happy to comply.
She tasted him oozing onto her tongue as she began to slowly work her head up and down. Suddenly, his hands were on her head again. Unable to move she allowed her mouth to become little more than a suction device as he began to thrust. He was slow and gentle, but with every stroke he entered deeper into her mouth. She struggled to move her head to an angle that was comfortable enough to take him.
She found it and suddenly her nose met his pubic hair and the bone behind it. He froze there for a moment, before withdrawing and repeating the motion. Jen recognized that she was now being used. And she loved it. A part of her wondered what that said about her, but she really didn't care. He was her husband, after all.
And she liked the feeling of his cock buried in her. She inhaled, savoring the smell of his sex. Then she swallowed. Not on purpose. She wasn't even aware that she had done it.
"Oh, fuck!" Again that grunt. "What did you do?
She flexed her throat as though she were swallowing, He grunted again and pulled out.
"You didn't like that?" She still wasn't sure exactly what she had done.
"I'm gonna lose it like that."
"That's good, right?" She took his dick in her hand and opened her mouth, but he stepped away.
"Not like that," he panted. "I want to fuck you."
"How do you want me?" She wanted to be completely used. At that moment she would have agreed to anything.
"On the bed. On your knees." He pulled his T-shirt off and kicked his shorts and underwear off of his ankles.
She climbed onto the bed on all fours. Midway up the bed she stopped, laid her head on the mattress, and spread her knees wider. She could feel the cool air on her pussy. She imagined it, open, wet, red, swollen, and inviting. The display was lewd. Animalistic. Vulnerable. There was no pretense of modesty. Just her open cunt, waiting to be filled. And he responded immediately.
He entered her with one full stroke. As it had been this afternoon, his cock was longer than normal. He poked parts of her that she had never felt before. Like this afternoon it was hard and fast and passionate in ways that two of them had never expressed. Until this week. Until this amazing fucking week.
She came so hard that she thought she might black out. The orgasm was not only intense but long; a series of seismic waves that caused her to convulse. She opened her mouth in pure ecstasy but there was no sound.
