Free Feels Like the First Time by Uther Pendragon Page B

and then lower again.
     
    “Oh John!" she said.  She tugged on his arms and spread her legs.  Suddenly, she wanted him inside.
     
    "Oh yes," he said.  But he stayed down there.  He kissed her right on her lower lips and licked between them.
     
    "I want you inside," she said.  She did want him inside, and wanted his weight on top of her.
     
    When he moved up in the bed and kissed her while hovering over her, she reached for him.  Despite her feelings of expertise by now, they'd both were rather new at this.  She placed him in just the right place, and he moved inward slowly and gently.  "Oh, Kim," he said.  Then he moved out and back almost all the way in.
     
    She wanted more, wanted him to fill her up.  Well, he had already filled her up, but she desired another filling.  Then he turned them mostly onto their sides. 
     
    She gripped him with her thighs.  Soon his hand snuck down between them.  "Oh, Kim," he said again.  And it was Oh!  It was lovely. And he drove into her and out of her, and he caressed her at her most sensitive point. Then he kissed her softly at just the right time so that she gasped into his mouth.
     
    He followed a moment later, pulsing in her, filling her again with his hot sperm. 
     
    * * *
     
    Even at his most passionate moments, he'd been gentler than
the fish was.  He'd been more protective of the baby.  He'd really been more protective than he'd needed to be.  And, when Des was being born, he'd sweated bullets.  She'd never asked whether he'd been worrying about Des or about her.  Probably, knowing her husband, about both.
 
    He should see this, though.  The fish was carrying the eggs in his mouth.  John would enjoy seeing another protective parent.
     
    - = -
    Des figured out that Pat and Mike were doing it.  She wished
she hadn't called her mom.  She'd thought that she'd moved Mike into Pat's tank too soon and that he was fighting.  They were called fighting fish -- all the articles warned against
moving the female in too soon.  Still, there wasn't any way to
tear her eyes away.  They were doing it.  She just wanted to
watch them by herself.  Wasn't her mom embarrassed?  And then, when it couldn't possibly get worse, it did.
     
    "John," her mom called, "you have to see this!"
     
    - = -
     
    He found his family watching the fish, watching another family apparently.  One fish squeezed the eggs out of the other and then carried them up to the nursery.  Then he -- fairly clearly it was he -- did it again.  They were starting a family with three of
another species looking on.  Still, they should be used to the
audience, if they could see them.  Des spent hours watching them.
     
    And the worst way to start a family felt pretty good.  He could remember.

* * *
    The cast party was uproariously happy.  Fitting in had been his hardest role, much harder than he'd had on stage.  Angela had offered them a ride to Kim's place. 
     
    Prof. Drake stopped him on the way out.  "Wonderful performance, John," he said.  "Can't I persuade you to change majors?"
     
    "Professor, I'm a junio r."  And what role would he get as a theater arts major the next year?  They weren't going to do "The Emperor Jones."
 
    Angela dropped Dave and Annette off first.  "Thanks, Angela," Dave said.  "Forgive me?"
 
    "Not till after the last performance.  But you were a great Iago."  He and Kim murmured agreement.
 
    "And you were a wonderful Desdemona," Kim said as the doors closed behind the couple.
 
    "Thanks, Kim.  But we know who was the star of the evening."
 
    For some reason that comment, kindly intended from a friend, broke the facade he had maintained throughout the party.  "A triumph," he said, "of typecasting.  Did you hear Drake?  I wouldn't have even been considered if they had had a black male in theater arts."
 
    "There's Desmond," Kim said.
 
    "Desmond," Angela said before he could, "is not an Othello."
 
    "Look," Kim said, "casting