Chapter 134

How I kept from hurrying into her is still a mystery to me. I did enter her slowly, in a half inch or so, and out. Back in, just a bit farther, and back out. Finally I was pressed against her body as well as being buried inside her. I held still.

"If we're counting strokes does that count as one?" She smiled.

"Count any way you wish. If you're counting, my goal will be to have you lose count."

"One."

With care, I moved back and forth and caressed the leg I held against my chest. I ran my hands down her leg to her puss and touched her clit each time I got there. After doing that for a while I let go of her leg and held her breasts.

"Pull my nipples."

I pinched her nipples, not between my thumb and first finger tip but catching the bud between my thumb and the side of my first finger. As I increased pressure her back arched a little. Her head pressed into the pillow a little farther than before.

"18." She announced.

I smiled. My hips increased the pace and soon she announced thirty, as she counted each stroke. I started making strokes of varied depths, one very shallow, three deep, three somewhere in between. My left thumb found her clit and rubbed it gently each time I went deep into her with my cock.

"Fifty-two, fifty-three." I touched her clit. "Fifty four." I stroked in twice while holding my thumb against her clit. "Fifty-four."

I smiled and turned her on her stomach. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and then I helped her legs bend and go under her. She was lying on top of her folded legs and I was behind her. A position I call the praying puppy. If she went up on her knees it would be doggy, but she was too small to be doggy.

"Oh God! Pete, if you go any deeper I'll choke!"

My hands held her hips and I slammed in hard and deep.

"Again!"

She repeated herself many times and I complied each time. I could feel the juices building up pressure in me. An eruption was about to happen. She sensed it and said, "Give me all of it! I want it all!"

When my load burst forth I thought the end of my dick had exploded! Over and over it surged out of me. Carla's legs wrapped around my hips and held me in her as deeply as possible.

"Babe, that was wonderful! Good morning!"

"You were wonderful!" We lay side by side, touching, but not moving for a while. When I looked at the clock it read 9:28am.

"I wonder if room service is available?"

"I wonder if room service has any food."

I called and room service said they would be bringing us breakfast in forty minutes or less. We ordered eggs, coffee, English muffins and peanut butter. I was happy to discover she liked peanut butter as much as I did.

We showered and dressed for breakfast. She wore a t-shirt of mine and I wore the bottoms of my pajamas. I only pack pajama bottoms on the chance that I will be spending the night with friends or opening the door for room service.

When the knock came announcing breakfast. we were ready. The teenaged delivery girl looked at us for a second as she delivered breakfast, then she put the food on the table and left. Carla sat in the middle of the unmade bed and I stood to the side giving her plenty of room to get all the food unloaded.

We ate breakfast by sharing. I fed her and she fed me. We talked about our lives, our jobs, our likes, dislikes, and even talked a little about our ex's. She had been married for four years and had been a widow for four more years. He had died in Afghanistan in a plane crash. By her report she hadn't even been tempted to bed a man until about a month before we met. The wound to her heart had not been healed enough until after the fourth anniversary of his death.

I told her about my ex. She wasn't a wife or an ex-wife. She was the ex-girlfriend, ex-main squeeze, ex-fuck buddy. The connection never got strong enough to formalize by doing something like live together, get engaged, marry or even tell our friends we were a couple. When I was available and she was available we got together sometimes and used our bodies.

"You told me last night you don't much like fucking. You prefer joining. Yet Donna was your fuck buddy."

"Her choice, not mine. Fucking her was better than jerking off alone in my apartment. Fucking me was what she wanted. I gave her a massage like the one I gave you. Once. She said it was too much for her. Ok."

"She's nuts! You can massage me as often as you like. Not only was it good therapy, I loved how pampered and cared for I felt."

"Good. That is the idea."

Carla picked up the TV controller and said she wanted to see what the weather report was. As she pointed the controller at the TV the phone rang.

"Wrong button." I said. She looked at me like I was nuts, as she answered the phone.

"Hi."

"Just getting ready to look at the weather on TV."

"Just a sec." She covered the phone and asked, "Can Bette come by? I'm sure hanging out with the eighty year old is getting to her."

I nodded and got up from the bed.

"Sure. Come by. Room 1126."

She hung up as I was pulling my pants on. I grabbed a clean t-shirt and pulled it on too. Carla didn't get up. I cleaned up our breakfast dishes and put them out in the hallway. She watched.

When the room was presentable, I sat beside Carla on the bed.