Kayla leaned back against her husband in the surprisingly roomy bathtub in their small bathroom. Only the illumination of the candles they’d lit cast any glow over them as the smell of honeysuckle filled the room with its mild fragrance. Kayla closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Steve’s hand lovingly roving her body, bringing warm water with it. The sponge lay floating in the water in front of them, but Steve used his hands. He wanted to feel her skin, he just couldn’t stop touching her. Her head was lolled back into the crook of Steve’s neck with his left arm wrapped around her head where he rhythmically stroked her hair back off her face. His right hand rubbed her flat, taut belly, periodically reaching up to knead her soft breasts or slip down into her tightly trimmed curls. Steve loved the feel of the pressure of her backside against his penis as she lay between his bent knees.
Kayla let out sighs of pleasure. “Mmm,” she mewed.
“You sound like a little kitty, again, Sweetness.”
“I can’t help it, this feels so good.”
“Everywhere?” Steve’s hand gently stroked the inside of Kayla’s thighs, fondling her gently. She didn’t jump this time when he came into brief contact with her tight button, but it would remain sore for the remainder of the night. Kayla didn’t care, she was too happy and so very sated.
“Mm-hmm. Everything feels so good. Relaxed.” The bath started out hot and still blanketed them in heavy warmth that made them both drowsy. Kayla smiled as she pressed her head back against him. “You’re taking me somewhere warm tomorrow. Somewhere tropical, aren’t you?”
Steve stayed the movements of his hands that were fondling her breasts for a moment. How did she figure that one out? “You think so, do ya?” His deep, rich voice was seductive without even trying, and she felt her clitoris tingle for the fourth time that night.
“Oh, I know,” she said.
“I know you, Sweetness. I really know you,” he said squeezing her breast gently. “And you are guessing, baby. You’re trying to get me to tell you.”
“Nope.”
“Yep.” Kayla turned her head and half her upper body so she could gently suck at Steve’s tender neck. He let out a heavy sigh. “What are you tryin’ to do, seduce it out of me?”
“Yes, I am, Mr. Johnson.” Steve laughed, but her mouth felt good, and so did her soft breasts against his chest. “Only I do know it’s tropical, I just need the location now.”
“How do you know I’m not takin’ you to Barrow, Alaska, or the Orient again, or something?”
“Barrow, Alaska?” she laughed. “Really? Come on, now.”
“What, it could happen!”
“Only you wouldn’t be making love to me on the beach.”
Steve was beginning to realize his error. “What now?” he said innocently.
“You were so wrapped up in me back there that you didn’t even realize you let it slip.”
Steve readjusted with a hint of annoyance. “Damn throes of passion.”
“Oh no, Mr. Johnson, wonderful throes of passion.” Steve sighed. “Jig is up,” she chuckled.
“I’m not telling.”
“Is it bigger than a bread box?”
Steve whistled.
Kayla reached for the sponge floating just above her crotch and saturated it with warm, bubbly water. Then she took Steve’s hand from his ever-present position on her abdomen and ran it tantalizingly from his upper arm as far as she could reach from her position to his wrist, then his palm, then the sensitive pads of his fingers.
Steve moaned in delectable, relaxed feeling. “Baby,” he said half drunk, “That feels great.”
“If you want more, then—”
“Hawaii. We’re goin’ to Hawaii. Please more?”
Kayla turned in the tub to look at him. “Really?”
Steve opened his eye all the way. He detected just a hint of regret. “Disappointed, Sweetness? Is … that ok?”
“Ok? Of course, it’s ok. I can’t wait,” she smiled.
Steve looked at her askew. “Sweetness, why do I think there’s something going on in your head then?”
“No, I … I just … I’m surprised you gave in so easily,” she said with a self-chiding grin. Steve looked like he was about to apologize, but she stopped him. “No, no,” she brightened considerably holding up a hand. “I wanted to know, you told me. I’m glad I know,” she assured him. “Now I know what to pack.”
“I bought you some stuff.”
“You did?” She squealed slightly. “Like what?”
“Now that will stay a secret. Unless you look in my suitcase.”
Kayla took Steve’s other arm as she now faced him in the tub and began the same divine ministrations with the sponge that she’d done with his other hand, and Steve’s face immediately eased into a loosened up, drunken stupor of pleasure. “I promise that this cat will curb her curiosity.”
The mention of a cat made Steve open his eye to a slit and leer at her as best he could through the relaxation. “I like when your … cat … gets curious, baby.”
Kayla smirked as she moved the sponge down to his chest, circling it around his nipples and down his abdomen. Their words had diminished to Steve’s coos of pleasure as he enjoyed the incredible sensations that Kayla was bestowing upon him. She dipped the sponge down into the water and stroked it along his inner thighs. The back of her hand came into contact with his soft penis, and she couldn’t help but allow her fingers to play, gently teasing his balls between strokes of the sponge against his thigh. Steve’s heartrate shot up, and his penis took no time at all to exit its flaccid state.
“Baby …” Steve sighed as his head rested against the wall, his arms laying on either side of the tub edge, “… My penis has been hard more than it’s been soft all day, did you know that?”
Kayla nodded. “Good. I want you to keep feeling so good,” she said. With that, she lifted Steve’s foot into her lap and began stroking the sponge from the inside of his knee down his calf. She smiled happily seeing her husband’s face so relaxed, his mouth open with the sensations. She worked on one leg, then the other, and then she massaged his feet, concentrating on the tops. Now he moaned loudly.
“God, Kayla, that’s amazing.”
“Most people don’t know that the top of the foot has so many nerve endings and tiny little muscles that feel even better when rubbed than the bottoms.”
“Oh … God … Don’t stop.”
“It sounds like you’re about to come,” she chuckled.
Steve smiled. “Not quite, baby, but if you wanna make me come, you can do that, too.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” she said cagily. Steve opened his eye in wonder, and Kayla shifted then bit her lip. Steve couldn’t quite believe it. Letting his mouth hang open in lusty anticipation, he couldn’t help be dulled slightly by the unbelievably relaxed state his wife had put him in, even as he realized that she wanted more.
“Baby, you are on fire tonight, you know that?”
“I can’t help it, you made me this way. She continued to rub his feet, and the pleasure sensors in his entire body were sending every signal they had to his brain.”
“Sweetness, the moment I woke up with you this morning I wanted you. Wanted to wait for the ceremony first. Glad I did.” Then his eye darkened, and he scorched her with his libidinous glare. “I can’t remember the last time we had this much sex in one day … Oooooh, yeah, baby, so good,” Steve said as she’d moved to the other foot and pushed her strong thumbs against the top of that one, too. “That was unbelievable sex, Kayla. And I want more. I’m hard again. I don’t know how, but I am.”
Kayla held her husband’s eye as she moved one of her hands to her breast and squeezed the nipple in her fingers. “Three times today,” Kayla said then licked her lips wantonly. “One night,” she emphasized.
Steve now licked his own lips and replied to her with his own inviting voice. “So far.”
“Hmmp,” she chuckled. Kayla abandoned her breast for now and moved down to finish off the bottom of Steve’s remaining foot.
“You loved it when I’d rub your feet in 1979 before you jumped in.”
“I’m not surprised. You’re a good foot-rubber.”
“I love your feet. I love all of you.” Kayla finally placed Steve’s foot back in the still warm water, and he let out a very satisfied grunting sigh. “That was great, Sweetness. Felt incredible.”
“Good,” she said. “Mission accomplished.”
“Your mission, maybe. Mine’s not. I just need a minute.”
Kayla fondled her hands back up his legs. “You take all the minutes you need,” she said. Steve’s eye opened quickly when he felt his wife gently hold his erect shaft in her fingers and begin to stroke it. She looked down through the refracted water and watched herself pleasure him. It made her so heady with power.
“Do you ever get sore?” she asked. “Penises can get sore, too, ya know.”
Steve thought about it. “Not really. I think there’s been a time or two when we had nights like this,” he grinned, “but usually if I’m sore, it’s my muscles startin’ to feel it. And I’ve run out of … steam …” he winked, “… a couple times.” Her fingers felt good against his further hardening shaft. “It’ll hurt right after if we don’t stop, but as soon as I’m done with that waiting thing …”
“The refractory period,” she said absently as she continued lightly stroking him with the tips of her fingers beneath the water.
“Yeah, that. When I’m ready to go again, it’s not sore.”
“So not now,” she said more like a statement than a question.
“No.” His voice was pointed, daring, and aroused, all at the same time. Then he leaned back and exhaled as the water sloshed gently. “Can’t say that for the old man’s muscles up in 2009. Even this guy feels it sometimes in my arms and my abs.”
“You’re not old,” she said.
“Not in 1987 I’m not.”
She gave him a sweet look that said how much she loved him in any year. “And I do love your abs. I love looking at your body. It makes me feel safe just to look at you. And I love when those arms hold me.”
Steve caught Kayla’s eye. She’d stopped her movements and removed her hands, which left his cock aching for more of her touch. First, however, he had to kiss those impossibly plump lips of hers that smiled at him and that belonged only to him. He brought her face to his with a gentle hand upon her chin and tipped it toward him so that he could kiss her. She was soft and so very his.
When their eyes locked, Steve just marveled at this amazing woman he was jumping through time with to their previous incarnations. The woman he’d just married was the same woman he’d gone to bed with in 2009 the last time they’d seen that year. Their bodies were much different; she was much older then, the fine lines in her face and wisdom in her eyes proved it. But none of that ever registered with him through these jumps. Not really. She was his Kayla. Always. In every jump, Kayla’s essence – her very soul – shone above all physical traits.
Kayla’s breath caught in her throat with the depth of feeling she saw in his eye. “Sometimes when you look at me, it’s like you’re trying to find my soul.” Her voice belonged to 1987 but her tone was 2009. Steve nodded and told her that he was. “Do you ever find it?”
“Every time, Sweetness. Our souls always know each other, even if we don’t yet.”
God, how did he always know what to say? How did he always know how to touch her?
Without more words, Steve took Kayla’s foot and began rubbing it. Only he didn’t linger. He spent some time with the fine muscles, eliciting her own spate of pleasant sounds. But then he lifted the leg attached to it over the outside edge of the tub. Kayla gave him a knowing look of anticipation as he repeated the process with her other foot so it rested on the edge against the wall. With her legs over each side of the tub, she was now spread wide for him as she draped her left arm over the side and her right to pillow under her head.
“This bath is starting to cool off, Sweetness. Gotta heat you up a bit.” Kayla grinned and bit her lip. “I don’t think you’re ready for what you were playin’ with a minute ago … but I’m a man of many talents.” Very quickly, he then reached under her bottom and used her buoyancy to easily lift her core to his mouth. Steve separated her labia with his thumbs to reveal her pink center, then blew on it, making Kayla shudder. She closed her eyes and lolled her head back, aching for him to lick her. She cried out when he complied, swirling the tip of his tongue in circles around the tight bundle of nerves that was her main pleasure center.
“Baby, when you moan, it gets me so hard. I love making you scream. I never get tired of it.” Between his tongue and his words, Steve had brought Kayla back to the frantic place he liked her when he wanted her to feel the pleasure he ached to give her. “You liked that dirty talk before, didn’t you?”
“You know I love the dirty talk,” she whispered.
Steve took the slightest lick up her slit, and Kayla sucked in her breath. “Those naughty words excite you.”
“Every time.”
“You like hearing them or saying them?”
“Both,” she said. “Oh, that feels so good.” He was gently kissing her thighs. “But hearing them almost makes me come. “What about you?”
“Hearing those words out of your mouth when I’m making love to you, giving you pleasure …” he licked her clit forcefully, and she bucked with a pleased moan, then he lathed it more gently. “… it makes me crazy, too. It makes me want to pound into you like a jackhammer. I lose control.”
Steve drove his tongue forecefully into her core, mostly avoiding her clitoris, because he didn’t know how much she could take, and he didn’t want this to be the last time he made her come tonight. He couldn’t help feeling greedy, because he just didn’t want it to end, and he knew she felt the same way. They had a whole week to look forward to in Hawaii, but they might jump. And this night would be over. He just wanted to hold on to it until the very last possible moment; he wanted the physical expresson of their love to simply not end on this road not taken of a wedding night.
Steve gave in to another lick over her swollen clit, then moved back down to his wife’s vagina, probing his tongue expertly inside of her. Then he moved it back up again to encircle her sex some more, enjoying the feel of her squirming in his hands with longing for more contact
“Uuh, Steve … more.”
Steve made love to her with his tongue and mouth and lips, and she was feeling no pain. Steve stopped for a moment and looked her in the eye from his position between her legs. “Is it too hard and fast sometimes?”
Kayla stroked his forearms and shook her head. “You’ve never hurt me.” Then she thrust her pelvis slightly at him, encouraging him to lick her again. “I like hard and fast.”
“And you like it soft and slow? Tender?” he asked as he licked her with the contact to her clitoris he knew she wanted.
Now Kayla arched her back with a small huff, pressing her head into the back of the tub with such pleasure. “I like every way we make love,” she whimpered. Then she lifted her head to look at him. “Every way you touch me. You always seem to know what I want most, what I need in that moment, and you give it to me. When I want you to take me hard, you do it, and when I haven’t even said anything but am feeling like slow and tender, you just know.”
His gaze still locked on to hers, Steve dipped his head deeper between her legs and licked up her fresh arousal as the water lapped at her opening. She sighed her pleasure, and Steve’s penis longed to be inside her.
“And sometimes … like right now … you want my tongue.” Kayla nodded, and Steve went to work on sending her back to the highs she’d enjoyed earlier that night. His mouth was in a fervor to pleasure her. No more talk. Just his mouth between her legs, making her twist in his arms.
Steve knew what they looked like right now, and it fueled the tightness of his balls and hardness of his cock. Kayla’s uninhibited wails of pleasure continued arousing him in equal measure with her movements and the taste of her in his mouth. He loved hearing her moan and whimper. He loved giving her that unbelievable pleasure. When Kayla begged him to suck her clit, however, he was done, and all he could do was comply. Latching on to her hooded nub, he sucked gently at first, but she started to gyrate toward him, most insistent that he suck harder. He started to flick it with his tongue, and her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing. Steve leaned in farther toward her so that his mouth could have full access to these other lips that belonged only to him.
“More … ah … So good … so good, Steve. Mmm!”
“You like that?” he said hotly, his hot breath making her bundled nerves tingle more.
“Yes! Oh! Steve! I love you!”
Steve expertly knew what made his wife, scream, and from the way her hips were desperately writhing at him, he knew she would be doing exactly that any moment. He reached up and ran his wet thumbs over her hard nipples as he dragged his tongue up and down over Kayla’s clitoris. Finally, she rewarded him with a moment of silence as she bucked against him, then a loud, throaty cry of sexual release as she jerked repeatedly into him. “That’s it, baby …” Steve said. He licked her release into his mouth as Kayla momentarily relaxed every drunken muscle into a float above the water, her legs were still over the sides of the tub. “Beautiful, baby,” Steve said softly.
“I can’t … believe … you just made me … come again …” Kayla panted.
“I’m lookin’ to set a record, Sweetness.”
“Well you promised to do a lot to me on our Honeymoon, so you might want to save your stamina.” But as if she hadn’t questioned his ability to continue performing indefinitely, she brought her legs back into the tub and motioned Steve to sit on the edge. He knew what she was doing, and he wanted it. The taste of her still on his tongue and the look of her breasts peeking in and out of the water made him want exactly what she was about to give him with a lusty sound he’d allowed to escape from his throat.
“Wrap those lips around me,” he whispered. Kayla took Steve immediately into her hot mouth and sucked him hard. “Oh, yeah, baby.”
Kayla licked the flat of her tongue up the bottom of his shaft to the very tip, then sucked just the sensitive head of his penis into her soft mouth, her tongue running circles around it. She probed the ridges of his head with the tip of her tongue, and Steve moaned as he held one hand on the edge of the tub beside him, the other resting on the back of her head.
“Oh, Kayla. Mmm! So damn good. You suck my cock so good.”
Kayla hummed and licked and firmly fondled his sac as she continued sucking. When she sucked hard, it made him push himself into her mouth; when she licked, he whimpered more, enjoying the slow buildup of his climax deep within him.
Steve released enough cum with her suckling that it whetted her appetite for the power she felt over his pleasure. She loved giving him the divine orgasms he craved as much as he loved giving them to her. Even as she felt her recovery and the phantom sensations of his tongue against her clitoris, she sucked and licked and stroked her fist over his cock with licentiousness that he could feel in her lips.
Steve looked own at Kayla as her head bobbed in front of him and felt that he was almost there. “Make me come, baby? Please? Like this, please, Sweetness, don’t stop!” He tried not to thrust into her mouth or push her head into him, but her lips and tongue were driving him mad.
Kayla wanted her husband to have that pleasure. She wanted to taste how much he had left in him after the marathon they’d had earlier. She felt how wet she was again with the sexuality she stirred in her husband. So she sped up her motions, moving her mouth back and forth tightly around the steeled rod that was ready to empty itself into her hot little mouth. She sucked hard with every withdrawal of her lips, then used her tongue to stimulate him when she brought him back in. Over and over she repeated this, adding her expert fingers to squeeze his balls in just the right place.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” he panted. “Yeah! Sh*t … don’t stop! Don’t stop, baby! Coming! Baby—baby—“ Steve moaned with intense sexual satisfaction as he held her head tightly againist him and released his cum in such thick spurts into Kayla’s mouth. She took it all and swallowed it, then couldn’t believe it when he had more to release. He tried to pull out of her mouth for the rest, but she wouldn’t let him. She held on tightly to his thighs with a squeeze that said, This is mine, and I want it. That almost did him in. He grabbed her head with both hands and poured the rest of himself onto her waiting tongue. “I love my beautiful Sweetness,” he whimpered with the last pulses of his cum. The feeling of emptying himself was euphoric, and when he was done, his cock couldn’t take the stimulation of her mouth on him. Kayla sensed that he needed to be released from her, but he was still so thick, and she couldn’t help sucking hard back and forth several more times. He cried out with the same painful pleasure that drove Kayla out of her body that he’d given her earlier. Steve’s face contorted, and he clearly was no longer on this earth. His mouth hung open, and he’d frozen.
“My husband can’t move he feels so good.”
All he could do was exhale. Then she got a devilish look in her eye that he couldn’t see because his eye was still closed, and she gave him one more hard lick all the way from the base of his penis to the very tip, sucking out the last of his cum before finally releasing him.
Steve screamed his wife’s name, and it was all she could do not to begin touching herself again, because she had brought him such intensity in his orgasm that she needed her own release again. She couldn’t believe it, that would make at least the fifth time that she felt herself heat up and long for her husband’s cock to fill her. But she knew her body, and it had to be done for the night.
Steve had gone limp on the edge of the tub, and Kayla gently caressed her hands up and down his thighs. “You ok?” she asked a little concerned She lifted the stopper and let the cooled water begin draining. She was just about a prune by now and had to get out.
“Whatever you just did to me, Sweetness, it’s the first time I’ve ever experienced that.”
“Overstimulation?”
“Otherworldly stimulation. I want that again. Not right now,” he added quickly, and she chuckled. “But that was—“
“You give that to me all the time. That’s what it was like earlier when you kept rubbing my clitoris even after I’d come, it was …”
“Like the most intense rush I’ve ever experienced.”
They stood up out of the tub, and Steve wrapped her in a fluffy towel before doing the same with himself. Then he held her. Standing in the middle of the bathroom, they just embraced and kissed gently. “I love you so much, Sweetness.” Steve ran his fingers through her damp hair, and she reveled in the feel of it. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
Steve got a faraway look in his eye as he caressed the back of her head. “Kayla …” That was not his usual next line, and his voice was affected. She looked up at him and saw the solemn look in his eye. And she could see that same overabundance of love that she’d been feeling, too. He had so much inside of him, he had to put it somewhere. And she just knew instinctively where it had to go.
“Think of Joey and Stephanie. Close your eye and think of their faces. Think of their warm little bodies when they were babies snuggling up against us. Think of Stephanie calling you Papa and looking at you with those adoring brown eyes of hers.”
“I still don’t get where she got the brown eyes, baby.”
Kayla went on as if he hadn’t spoken. “All that love inside of us that we can’t process is because our children aren’t with us. So, we have to think of them, Steve.” He’d absently begun rubbing Kayla’s belly like he always used to do when she was pregnant. “That’s right, our babies,” she said as she put her hand over his. “you gave them what they needed for life, and then they grew right here.” She rubbed his hand over her womb. “They grew in me, and we gave all that love to them. And it still lives in us. You have to give it to them now. We both do, because I feel it, too. They don’t have to be here for us to do it.”
Steve felt … relief. He didn’t want to cry or breakdown from missing them, not that he never would again, but right now he felt utter peace. In what world did he continue to deserve this woman? “Kayla, why did you marry me?”
“Because you are the only man for me.”
Their lips met with the most tender, love-filled kisses, their tongues tousling languidly. Then they crawled into bed naked, their hair still damp, and held each other into slumber.
They slept heavily and so very soundly. Kayla had intense and beautiful dreams that almost instantly dissipated the moment they came awake. She tried to reach for it as wakefulness tugged the images from her waning unconscious, but they were fulfilling and unbelievably happy. She thought they might have been of home, because they left her with a pleasant feeling between homesickness and happiness.
But it was Steve who had awakened first. He felt his wife warm beside him, and he immediately thought of their conversation the night before. Laying here with her now, he knew why he chose making love to her in the mornings. There were no words to describe the reason, it was a feeling that defined the reason. A feeling of intensity. Purity. Devotion. First morning sensations were powerful, and the love they fostered in him made him need to show her and be shown. Kayla had a few little marks on her breasts and neck; nothing to draw significant attention, but enough to remind him, as they always did after more aggressive sex, that they’d taken each other hard. Now he wanted to show her soft and tender.
Steve opened his mouth and let the wetness of his lips touch the porcelain flesh of Kayla’s breast. She made a very tiny, sleepy sound, then he very gently sucked her whole breast deeply into his mouth. Now Kayla roused, and he lifted his face to look in her eyes so that he would be the first thing she saw on her first morning of this marriage. She opened her unfocused eyes and seemed to be reaching for something. But her beautiful cornflower blue gaze focused quickly, and a smile spread across her face.
“Good morning, man who’s not my fiancé anymore but is still my husband.” Her voice was drowsy with first morning huskiness, and it contributed to the growth of Steve’s penis. She stretched, and Steve captured her raised breast into his mouth where he sucked it again. Now that Kayla was awake for it, she felt the effects of his mouth on her sensitive nipples and fair skin begin to radiate up from her womb.
“Good morning, woman who makes me happy no matter when we are.” Steve dipped his head to her neck and kissed her wetly. Kayla slid her hands up and down her husband’s back and buttocks before he began trailing those kisses down to the valley between her breasts, then capturing the other one between his lips and nipping at her rosebud peaks. “Your nips are hard.”
“I feel other things hard, too,” she said.
Steve placed tiny wet kisses reverently down her sternum and on to her flat belly. Then he kissed back up until he reached her mouth and placed a sweet kiss on her lips.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
“You’re ok for me?”
Kayla nodded. “Not sore anymore.”
Steve smiled and rubbed his hand all over her warm skin. It felt so good beneath his hand to touch her like this. Just her skin. But it was so warm and seemed to radiate love into him. He rolled back to his left side and moved her into the embrace of his left arm. Then he used his free hand to lift her right leg by the back of the knee before reaching down to guide himself into her wet sheath. They both closed their eyes to the feel of their joining, and Steve clutched her to him as he began gliding in and out. There was no contact with her clitoris this way, but he reached her g-spot easily, and the pleasure began to radiate in her quickly.
Steve felt her meet his thrusts, as she tried to stimulate that small spot inside of her as much as she could. He wanted to give it to her, especially when he felt her try to give him his pleasure by stroking him in all the places that made him pump harder, and when she suckled the hilt of his tattoo.
“Come here, baby, ride me.”
Steve flipped on to his back, and Kayla sat astride him then lowered her wet center onto him. Steve watching her on top of him as he pulled her up and down with his hands on her hips. As soon as his cock started rubbing that spot inside of her again, she started panting her pleasure, and the relatively restrained sounds kicked on his climax. Kayla could feel that he wanted to come, so she hurried up her motions. Steve leaned up to suck on her tips, giving one a gentle nip, and Kayla shuddered.
“Come, baby, that’s it.”
“You come, too!”
And he did. He pulsed his semen into her, and she collapsed on top of him as her vagina contracted in its own rapid pulses, squeezing his penis of every last drop. Steve wrapped his arms around her and rained kisses down on the top of her head. “Baby, I don’t know how I have anything left inside me after all that sex last night.”
Kayla burrowed her head into him, and the warmth spread through Steve making him crave more of it. “The male sex organs are amazing. They produce so much semen that one man could populate the earth a million times over in his lifetime if every single sperm ever produced were used.”
“A million?”
Kayla gave him a grin. “Well, maybe not a million. But it’s like 200 million sperm every time you ejaculate. So doing it every day once a day? It’s a lot.” She rolled off of him and then snuggled into his side and traced a finger around his nipple. “Females most of their eggs before their even born, then most of those before they hit puberty, so we don’t have it as good.”
“Last night wasn’t good?!”
Kayla playfully poked him. “I was talking about our sex organs, now, Mr. Johnson.”
“Well, that’s a relief, Mrs. Johnson. ‘Cause I have plans for our sex organs over the next few days.”
“Shock!”
“Hey, baby, I’m not kidding, I’m full of surprises, just you wait and see.”
“If we’re here that long. I’m kind of surprised we woke up here.” Then she got quiet. “It does scare me sometimes to think we might wake up on a jump with a partner that doesn’t know us.”
“Kayla, I’m always gonna know you.” He sat up, bringing her with him. “Always, Sweetness. I’m always gonna know you, even if I’m not there yet. There was never a time, not a single solitary time in our lives that I didn’t love you. Never forget that. I may have told you I didn’t love you or that we weren’t right for each other. I may have pushed you away. But Kayla, listen to me, don’t ever forget this. NO matter what, I loved you. From the minute I saw you from the closet in Cleveland, I loved you with everything that was in me. Don’t let me tell you different.”
Kayla crushed her lips to his. They kissed passionately with the kind of feeling that only soulmates have. “If I’d known you were gonna kiss me like that, I’d have—”
“Don’t joke,” she cut in.
Steve nodded somberly. “Ok, baby.”
“I try not to think about it, but we’ve jumped in our sleep before, and it scares me. We’ve already been here a month. A month tomorrow. I somehow doubt we’ll have another four or five month stay. I just want to enjoy this, because who knows where we’ll be next.”
“Baby, this feels more long term on this one. I’ll bet we make it back here before we jump away.”
“You think so?”
Steve shrugged. “Hell if I know. But you’re right, let’s not think about it.”
The morning hour was late when they finally left their bed, and they spent the entire rest of their day packing for their week in Hawaii. The first leg of their flight would leave at just after 3:00 PM and land in Los Angeles before the next one took off from there and land in Honalulu just after 10:00 PM. They’d then hop onto Aloha Airlines, the intra-island shuttle that didn’t exist anymore in 2009, to Kauai. It was a lot of travel, but once they were there it was going to be paradise. It was neither Kayla’s nor Steve’s first time in Hawaii, but it was their first time together. Kauai was not one of the islands Kayla had been to, but Steve knew that it was one of the lushest places on earth, and he wanted to see Kayla surrounded by the vibrant colors of the tropical flowers.
Money was not an issue for them in 2009, Kayla had built up quite a nice nest egg and had a doctor’s salary. But in 1987 they had limitations. Kayla asked him how Hawaii was possible, and he assured her that the same friend that owed him significant favors that resulted in their first wedding followed by the Orient was able to come through for them for this one, too. Plus he had quite a nice amount of spending money from what was leftover after he bought Kayla’s ring with the reward he’d received.
Kayla’s eyes widened. “You chartered another private jet?!”
Steve thought she was going to jump out of her skin. “Keep your pants on, baby – for now – no, not this time. I had other things planned.” Kayla sat on the edge of the couch and found herself to be kind of relieved. That wasn’t, necessarily, something she wanted to have recreated; it was special enough to stay a once in a lifetime. Steve smiled with genuine anticipation. “I got almost everything worked out with favors and the reward money –”
“We still have some of that left, though?” she asked cautiously. She knew their financial status in this time and wanted to be sure where they stood with cash.
“Plenty. But … the flight I had to put on your credit card. Sorry, baby. I didn’t wanna ask and ruin the surprise.”
Kayla stuck out her chin, a bit slighted, actually. “Don’t be sorry, there’s no my here, we’re married.” She wasn’t talking about their wedding yesterday, either. “If you used it you used it, this is our life, and that’s our credit card, and the Amoco card in my wallet belongs to us, too, and so does every bit of money in my bank account that doesn’t have your name on yet.”
Steve realized his mistake and remembered a jump when she asked if she could borrow clothes from him that he got just as annoyed. “You’re right, Sweetness,” he said holding her hand. “You’re right.”
She stood up and held his chin between her thumb and forefinger, then she kissed him lightly before brishing off invisible dust from the front of his shirt. It was the black button-down with the leopard print at the shoulders. Not her favorite, but their options were straight out of the ‘80’s. “You know, I think we’ve both forgotten on these jumps who we really are sometimes. No, that’s not right …”
“Yeah, it is, I know what you’re saying. We have to remember that just because the year and people around us don’t consider us married doesn’t mean that we’re not.”
“And if we jump to your apartment and need food, it’s not your responsibilitiy to get it, it’s ours.”
“I get it, Sweetness. This stuff messes with our minds. This time only knows I married you yesterday, not 21 years ago. Only you and I know that.” Steve caressed her face. “I put the flight on the Visa. So, we have some debt here now.” Kayla smiled. “Ok?” he smiled back as he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Sounds great,” she laughed. Then she opened the top two buttons of his shirt to reveal his tattoo so she could kiss it. Then she buttoned him back up. “You know, you have planned every one of our weddings?” Then she thought twice on that. “Actually, I planned this one, didn’t I? But you planned the honeymoon, and knowing you, this thing is going to blow my mind.”
“It is, Sweetness. I can’t wait to have it with you.”
“You are too good to me. You know I don’t need anything but you.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, but Kayla we’re here. We are not gonna have any bills or long-term responsibilities. I mean, we’ve got it on pretty good experience now that long-term for us might be a few months and that’s it. I’m using what we’ve got, and we’re gonna live. If we’re gonna be stuck on this ridiculous journey we’ve been forced into by God-knows-who, be separated from our kids and our families, and be forced to relive some of the bad stuff, then we’re taking the perks where we can get them. Cash in our frequent flier miles on these jumps when we get to relive the good stuff.”
Kayla combed her fingers through Steve’s shoulder-length hair. “And this one’s really good stuff, isn’t it.”
“The best stuff.”
Kayla walked over to her suitcase and opened the front of it to do another check. What she would have given for the not yet commercially used wheeled bag. Why did no one invent this yet? She was not looking forward to actually carrying a suitcase. Letting the thought slip in and out of the backburner of her mind, she got a pensive look on her face. “Steve, the thing is … what if one of these days we end up somewhere for a long time? In 1979 you had plans in place for us long term before I even jumped in. We treated our bodies like they had futures once we jumped, like I went on the pill, and you lifted weights. Last time you looked out for our family, called Roman, saved Marlena from the explosion.”
“Baby, it’s not the first time we’ve talked about this.”
“I know, it’s the millionth, I just can’t help it.”
“Yeah,” he said stretching and palming the back of his neck, “I know, Sweetness. I think about it, too.”
Kayla took out her toiletry bag so she could go back up to put a few more things into it. “There’s a lot going on that … that we might need to try to stop. Shane doesn’t know about Eve yet. Kim’s going to lose the baby soon … something’s going on with Frankie. There’s your sister … Jack, too, Marcus is coming next month I think. I tried figuring it all out, but there’s so much, I don’t remember it all.”
“Shh, Sweetness I can see you getting worked up. I think we’re gonna have to give up on a lot of that and just take most of it as it comes. If we’re here longer, then we’ll figure things out.” He exhaled heavily. “And if we are here longer, then we’ll have to get me a job, too.”
Kayla suddenly squared her stance. She had a honeymoon to go on. “Ya know what? I’ve decided I’m not worried. How’s that?” Steve smiled. “I want to just be with you in Hawaii, soaking in the sun, and having no worries.”
“Hakuna Matata, baby!”
“We’ll probably jump before we can even get down the jetway, anyway.”
“Yeah, but we got some good stuff in here, didn’t we?”
Kayla went to him and draped her arms around his neck with one hand holding her toiletry case. “The best, Steve. I love you.”
They double checked their bags, Kayla making very sure not to peek into his and ruin any more surprises, and soon they were in a stretch limo that Steve had rented for them. Kayla’s jaw dropped, and Steve tipped her jaw back up, telling her that this is not exactly the pinnacle event, it’s just a limo.
“First a gondola, now a stretch limousine?”
“Nothing was gonna top the gondola, Sweetness, and I didn’t want to. This runs a distant second.”
Kayla wanted to protest, but she was too excited for their trip to argue with anything, she just wanted to get in and go. Which they did. Steve scooched to the driver, handed him some bills that Kayla wasn’t paying much attention to as she scoped out what they had at their disposal for the short ride to the airport, and then she melted into him when he suddenly appeared out of nowhere, capturing her lips in an intense kiss. She responded exactly as he wanted her to. She moaned softly into him, and arched her back against the cool seat. When he pulled up on her long skirt and reached his hand under it, she broke the kiss and instinctively closed her legs as she looked furitively toward the driver.
“Privacy screen’s up, baby. He’s not seein’ a thing.” He rubbed her thigh and was pleased at her abandonment of 1987 nylons in favor of bare legs ending in a pair of sandals.
“But he has ears, doesn’t he?” she chided him, feeling wary even as her belly fluttered with arousal.
“Then you’re just gonna have to be quiet,” Steve taunted.
“Me? What about you, Mister?”
“I’m quiet as a lamb, Sweetness. And this one ain’t gonna be about me.”
“Steve! We are not alone here!” she whispered. But neither her words, her smile, nor her roving hands were telling him to stop. “You’re awful, you know that?”
“You love me.”
Kayla looked toward the screen with wariness, but then she remembered what he’d said. I’m using what we’ve got, and we’re gonna live. Steve watched her expression change, then his eye darkened when she said, “show me how much.”
He kissed her again, his tongue insisting her lips admit him entrance. They did, and his mouth positively ravaged her. They had 20 minutes, maybe half an hour if they were lucky and ran into traffic, and they used their time to make out like two horny teenagers who couldn’t find satisfaction no matter how hard they tried.
“God, we just did this! It’s like I can’t get enough,” Kayla said. “After all that last night and this morning, and I need more.” She whispered the words. Even though the music of the local Top 40 station filled the vehicle, she watched her volume. “Since we woke up yesterday … I just want you constantly. What are you drugging my coffee with, Steve?”
“My baby’s horny?” She nodded as she licked her lips of his kiss. “I can take care of that for you. This is the first leg of our fixed timeline honemoon. And I’m gonna give you what you want, any time you want it.”
“Our fixed timeline honeymoon?” she chuckled. “I like that. And I’m going to do the same for you. I want to set new records for you.”
Steve growled softly. “Oh, but we’re not even getting started yet.”
Steve shifted Kayla so that she sat across his lap. He supported her with one strong arm while the other one disappeared back under her long skirt. He knew she was wearing plain white cotton bikini panties. He went right for them, imagining how they looked on her perfect ass as she laid on her tummy in their bed. The simplicity of the visual was striking and caused his penis to strain more against his jeans than it already was. He moved the barrier of her underwear aside from the prize he was seeking and was rewarded with the feel of her wetness already there for him.
Kayla enjoyed her husband’s touch. She was cognizant of the man driving the limo behind the dark partition, but she gave her full attention to what Steve was doing to her and gave in to how much she wanted it. Steve’s fingers were adeptly flicking her clit back and forth, then dipping inside of her, and the sensations made her float somewhere just outside her head. She let them as he held her securely in his lap, loving her with those fingers and his eye and his lips on her neck, and she wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted. And he wanted her to come.
“I wanna feel you shake, Sweetness. Come on, baby.” He coaxed her orgasm out of her with his very skilled movements that instinctively knew what his wife needed.
Kayla stifled the moans she wanted to loose from witin her, but as the waves built inside her belly, she couldn’t help letting go sigh-filled pleasure, which Steve captured with his mouth on hers. Then as her climax found its final purchase, she shuddered and exhaled hotly. Steve kissed her again as her orgasm tore through her, causing another deep shudder in his arms. Kayla buried her face in Steve’s neck, and as her vagina contracted a third time around Steve’s finger, she barely whispered his name. Hearing it on her lips with his finger inside of her knowing that he’d just sent her somewhere euphoric made him feel so masculine.
Steve waited until the shuddering was done, then he withdrew his finger, and not for the first time that weekend licked it of his wife’s essence. He looked her in the eye as he did it, clearly promising her more of the same very soon.
“Did you just finger me in a moving limousine?” Kayla was coming down quickly, but the feeling of recovery inside her would remain for a while.
“Yes I did, and I’ve got the bulge in my jeans to prove it.” He kissed her lightly, still holding her in the same position on his lap. He straightened out her barely disheveled long skirt and smiled warmly at her. “Feel good, baby?”
Kayla nodded. Then without a word, she embraced him around the neck and said, “what a wonderful start to our honeymoon.”
Kayla only had five minutes to gather herself, because the Limo pulled up to the terminal, and they bid adieu to their latest love den in favor of the next.