You ever get the feeling that no one listens to a word you say? You ever wonder why that is? Do you wonder if it's just the words you say or if people just don't listen to anyone? Church wonders the same thing, apparently for good reason. Let's check in on the guys and see how they're getting along.
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Crown Vic to a Parallel World: From Whence I Came The second installment of the ongoing adventures of Church Philips
35
A Message Sent but Not Received
I got up early, got ready for the day, and was in the kitchen cooking breakfast by seven. Everyone was fed and getting themselves pulled together by eight. The whole crew left the house at quarter to ten with one difference, this week Bem was in Joe's car with Mary and the twins, while I drove the Town Car with Shawn, Joe, and Andy.
Bem had spent the night in Mary's room every night since Joe and I had gotten Zeke's signature on the divorce papers. I'd say they slept together, but I don't know that they slept. Joe grumbled regularly about the noise they made and the sleep they cost him, but Mary blew him off every time he complained. The new couple, as I'd started thinking of them, seemed happy and were lovey with each other whenever they were close. Bem was also very popular with the twins, which I think added to how attractive Mary found him.
I was busy thinking about how natural they seemed together when Joe dragged me into the present with a question. "Is something wrong?" Joe asked me from his spot in the back seat on the passenger side.
"What do you mean?"
"You almost seem excited to get there." He remarked suspiciously. "I assumed meeting Father Miller and hearing his mass would be a better church experience than you were used to, but I didn't expect it to generate enthusiasm."
I tried to answer Joe's question cautiously. "He seems like a good man, and I like the message he sends. That doesn't repair all the damage that organized religion inflicted on me for the first twenty years of my life, but it's nice to see things are changing. I'm not born again, but I'm not violently opposed either."
"That's something." Joe said and turned his sour face to look out the open window.
We got to church and found our seats like we had the previous week. Mass started in the same way and progressed along the same lines as I remembered from years before. Father Miller made his appearance at the right time. His expression was impossible to read. I'd hoped to see something, some sign of which way he was leaning, but the dignity he maintained made it impossible. My impatience made the service feel like it was three times longer than it should have been.
Father Miller's answer finally came in the form of the homily. The priest stood at the lectern, organized his notes, and opened The Bible to a place held by the silk ribbon bookmark peculiar to books of faith. He cast his eyes gravely over the congregation and cleared his throat. He started speaking in his normal, well-modulated voice.
"What are we doing here today?" He asked rhetorically. "What are we doing here every Sunday? Luke seventeen, verse twenty, tells us the kingdom of God comes not with observation. Is that what we're doing today, watching for the kingdom of God? The very next verse, Luke seventeen, verse twenty-one, tells us the kingdom of God is within you. What is Luke trying to say? If we carry the kingdom with us, why do we ever need to gather together like this?"
Father Miller waved his hands open in a broad gesture to include the entire crowd in his question. "I can see the looks on some of your faces. You're confused. You probably think I'm trying to talk myself out of a job." He paused with a smirk on his expressive face. He obviously hoped for a chuckle but got silence instead. "That was a very small measure of biblical humor friends." A nervous murmur went through the congregation. They were missing the point.
Father Miller took a deep breath, gripped the lectern with his large hands, and plowed forward undeterred. "What Luke is trying to say, is that God dwells in all of us. Coming together to worship is an important demonstration of faith. It renews us, supports our continued efforts. Like a shower can invigorate the body, mass invigorates the spirit, the devotion. But what happens if we move away, or get sick, or lose our transportation and cannot attend this weekly celebration? Do we lose our faith, lose God's divine protection and love? Emphatically NO!" The priest brought his large hand down firmly on the pulpit to emphasize his point. The slap echoed around the ecclesiastically high ceiling of the church.
The priest went on, deeply enthusiastic about what he was saying. "These devotions that we share are important, but if we are prevented from attending, that doesn't mean we have abandoned the Lord. We have not walked away from God. It means we must draw even closer to him. Without the support of the group, the individual must be stronger in faith, stronger in devotion, to shine God's light as brightly alone as we do here together. I encourage you to attend these celebrations of faith as often as possible. If you go on vacation, find a local church to visit. But if you're prevented by illness, infirmary, or distance; do not despair. Rejoice that you carry God, carry the faith, with you wherever you are."
Father Miller paused to scan the crowd again. He seemed to be making sure his first point was made before he moved on to his second. "And what happens if you perish in a distant land? Are you doomed to permanent death, doomed not to rise on the day of judgment? Luke helps us answer that question as well. Chapter seventeen, verse thirty-seven says, `wheresoever the body is, thither the eagles will be gathered.' What does that mean, friends?" Father Miller demanded of the congregation.
The priest went on to answer his own question. "It means that God always knows where his children are. In this fascinating modern age, the age of looking out, perhaps into space, what will happen in the next hundred years, the next thousand? If mankind sees fit to colonize Mars, will those people, those brave pioneers of the future, will they be giving up salvation by leaving the Earth? Of course not, because God always knows where his children are."
Father Miller closed his bible with a gentle slap of finality as he wrapped up the moral of his sermon. "Friends, I take great comfort in these passages by Luke. He tells us that God accompanies us wherever we go, and that the kingdom of God will find us without our searching for it. It is our responsibility to be ready for it when it comes, but we need not watch for it. Lastly, and most importantly, no matter where we lay our earthly bodies at the end of this life, God will find us for the next one."
I had a real impulse, at the end of the sermon, to kiss Father Miller full on the mouth in front of the entire congregation. He'd made the argument for me, and he did it literally in front of God and everybody. The message couldn't have been clearer if he'd come down from the pulpit, pointed at Joe, and said, `I'm talking to you!'
Father Miller finished the lesson and went on with the mass as usual. I barely kept up with the familiar ceremony because I was completely distracted by thoughts of getting back to Solum with my family intact. I fumbled my way through the ritual, standing when I should have knelt and kneeling when I should have stood. It got so bad that Shawn, of all people, had to cue my every action until the end of mass.
After the recessional hymn, we all sat like we had the previous Sunday and waited for the church to empty and Father Miller to return up the center aisle. The priest came faster than he had the previous week, and this time he hummed and whistled as he approached. I tried to place the tune and was shocked when I realized it was Norman Greenbaum's `Spirit in the Sky.' The psychedelic one-hit-wonder from the late 1960s didn't seem particularly blasphemous to me, but I imagined that many members of the congregation would not take it the same way I did.
"Joe, how are you?" The priest asked as he drew level with our pew.
"I'm well, Father." Joe said and managed to sound like he was telling a falsehood. "Thank you for asking. You seem well."
"I feel wonderful today," Father Miller grinned, "like a great weight was lifted from my shoulders. I had a very difficult decision to make last night, and I truly feel I experienced divine inspiration. God guided my hand as I opened The Book to just the right passages. Suddenly everything was as clear and bright as a spring morning."
"That's interesting." Joe said with downcast eyes. "I have an important decision to make as well and have been praying for guidance."
Father Miller sat in the pew in front of Joe and turned sideways so he could look my brother in the eye. "Sometimes when our minds are clouded with doubt, we miss the signs when they come. Think over everything that's happened since your prayers began. Look closely. I believe the answer is there. If you don't find it, or if you have any lingering doubts, come and see me. Come tomorrow morning. I'll be in my office from eight o'clock until four, but the earlier the better. Have Church drive you. I barely know your brother and would like to deepen our relationship."
The priest stood up and his manner grew brisk. "Now, everyone, say `hello and goodbye.' I have quite a busy Sunday ahead of me, lots of baptisms this afternoon. The congregation is absolutely overflowing with new members."
We stood and filed out while Father Miller acknowledged each of us in turn. "Let me see if I remember everyone. Joe of course, then young Andrew, Bem and Mary, Leah and Hannah, or maybe Hannah and Leah, Shawn and Church. It's wonderful to see the brother's bookend the family. May you stay together always."
Wow,' I thought, he's really giving it the hard sell.'
Father Miller shook each hand and patted each child's head as we exited the pew. When he got to me, I received a firm double handed handshake, a sideways chuck on the shoulder, and a conspiratorial wink. "Goodbye, my friends." He called as he hurried away.
We left with no urgency, and I took my time on the way to the house. Joe's car was in the driveway and Mary's group was inside by the time we pulled up. "Everybody out." I called as I shut the car off. "Joe, would you hang out for a minute, please?"
Joe waited. He leaned against the car and scowled at the ground until the house door closed behind Andy and Shawn. "I hope you didn't keep me out here for a harangue." He snarled at me before I'd said a word. "I warned you not to push me."
I held my hands up toward Joe at shoulder height to show surrender. "I just wanted to tell you that I heard your discussion with Father Miller and if you need an extra day or want me to go to his office with you tomorrow, that's fine."
"Oh, that's different." Joe acknowledged with a grumble. I got the impression that he'd loaded his mental guns to argue with me and was disappointed when I didn't give him a reason. "I'll let you know. Are we done now?" Joe asked with some of his anger back in his voice.
"Yeah, sorry for holding you up."
Joe went up the walk and into the house with deliberate, angry speed. He even slammed the door. I ripped the passenger side door of the Town Car open, got Andy's Menthols from the visor, and fired one up with the pop-out lighter. Shawn came out of the house a moment later to see me smoking savagely.
"You were ecstatic in church, now rage and anxiety are taking turns. I'm listening." Shawn said when he reached the car.
"Shawn, he's coming!" I barked and pointed the cigarette at the house. "He may not know it yet, but one way or the other, he's coming. I'm sick to death of this bullshit from him. `I don't know if I can.'" I mocked Joe and gave him a prissy voice as an insult. "What the fuck does that mean? Father Miller couldn't have made it any clearer unless he brought Joe up to the alter and gave his speech directly to him."
"There are three options" I counted them off on my fingers while the cigarette smoked between two of them, "he's going to come willingly (not fucking likely), you're going to knock him out with your power (that would be better than the last option), or I'm going to hog-tie him and dump him in the trunk of the Vic for the trip back. He'll hate me for a while, maybe a long while, but he'll come around eventually."
Shawn remained placid while I ranted. When I ran out of words and went back to pacifying myself with menthol smoke, he offered his wisdom. "Do you feel better now?" He asked.
I shouted a smoky, "NO!"
"Did you expect to?"
"I...what?" I stumbled over Shawn's question. "No," I said when I got my bearings, "I didn't expect to." I took one last drag on the cigarette and flicked it away like I hated it.
Shawn moved in front of me, well inside my personal space, and looked into my face. "This is a battle," he reminded, "your brother has made it a battle. The deck is stacked against you because of your short fuse. Once you get angry, you lose. You don't think clearly and can't argue rationally."
"Don't forget," Shawn gently reminded me, "all he has to say is `no' and you're out of luck. He doesn't have to give reasons. It would be better for him if he didn't. You can't attack a position if you don't know what it is. We can't just kidnap him. We have to do this the right way. Whatever he says, you must stay calm. If you want this as badly as you say you do, you have to stay calm. Go see Father Miller tomorrow, let him convince Joe. If he can't, we'll have a try. If he still refuses, we'll see where we are at that point. In the meantime, put your faith in Joe's rational mind and Father Miller's persuasion."
"You're right. I'm sorry." I pulled Shawn against me for a quick hug. "I'll focus on something else. It's Andy's birthday tomorrow. Let's get changed and go out shopping. I want to get a cake and ice cream. I also want to see if we can find an open art supply store. The boy loves to draw. I'm going to get him the biggest set of colored pencils I can find and anything else I can think of."
"Perfect." Shawn enthused. "We'll get some decorations and find out what he likes to eat. A birthday is great. We'll have a big special dinner with cake and presents. That'll lull Joe into a false sense of security, and he won't expect the kidnapping."
"Better and better." I said as I took Shawn's hand to move toward the house. "I know you're joking, but it makes it easier."
"Just remember, it will be fine. I promise."
I didn't know where Shawn was getting the confidence. I never did. He was usually right when he spoke like that. I couldn't put my faith in Joe, but I could put my faith in Shawn. Everything would be fine if he said it would be.
Shawn and I spent the rest of the day shopping for Andy. Joe advised that we should have seafood for dinner. That wasn't my forte, but Joe said that he and Mary knew what to do. I was given a list and sent on my way.
The first thing Shawn and I looked for and found was a high-end art supply shop that was open on Sunday. I picked up a pile of drawing materials with a special focus on flat things that wouldn't take up too much room in the car trunk. I bought boxes of colored pencils, watercolor pencils, brushes, fine markers, and about four different sizes of linen paper sketch pads. Shawn and I bought a pile of decorations at a party store. We also ordered the cake at the Zenith while we did the regular food shopping. The last stop before going home was the fish store for tuna steaks, crab cakes, shrimp, clams, and anything else the clerk recommended.
Joe confided that Andy's fifteenth birthday had been a sad affair, he encouraged us to go all out for this one. When Shawn and I got back from our shopping trip and double checked the car trunk, it looked like we were headed in the right direction for `all out.' We unloaded only what needed to be kept cold and left the gifts and party supplies in the car trunk to keep Andy from seeing them.
Shawn, Joe, Bem, and I had a quick meeting in the dining room to figure out how to get Andy out of the house the next day. His birthday party wasn't to be a surprise party, but we wanted the extent of the party to be a surprise. The boy seemed to be expecting no more than a cake and a meal. All of us, and Joe especially, wanted to make the event far more impressive than that. We tossed ideas around, but none seemed right until Bem spoke up.
"When we went miniature golfing the other day, there was an `arcade' at the golf place. It looked like it had bigger versions of the games Andy and I have been playing here. Do you think he'd like to go there?"
"You're a genius!" I praised Bem. "Andy's probably missed you since you've been spending so much time with Mary and the twins. Why don't you go, just the two of you? I'll give you cash for the machines and Andy can use Joe's credit card for the ride share service. If you leave here after lunch and plan to be home right before dinner, that would be perfect."
Bem agreed to the idea, and we took another minute to assign everyone tasks for the next day. With that settled, I set about getting dinner ready. I'd started to enjoy myself without realizing it. Having the birthday to focus on broke up the constant anxiety I'd been feeling and seemed to lighten the mood all the way around.
After we finished eating and I had cleaned up, Joe called me aside with a request. "Tomorrow, early, take me to see Father Miller. His hours start at eight, let's be there for eight. Please." He asked like a seventeen-year-old asks to borrow the car, a little bashful and expecting a negotiation.
I agreed readily, maybe too readily. "Sure, Joe. Anything you say." It took everything I had not to show how thrilled I was that he was at least willing to take his problem to the priest.
Joe didn't seem to notice my enthusiasm. Worry clouded his face and furrowed his brow. "What do I tell him?" He wondered aloud. "I can't tell him about a parallel world. He'll think I lost my mind with my mobility."
I made a suggestion. "Just tell him the story but replace Solum with North Korea or something like that. Maybe Eastern Russia would be better. It just needs to be a place that's difficult to reach and that we might not come back from."
"You know how I feel about lying." Joe said sourly to my idea that he tell a priest a falsehood. I put my hands up in surrender. "OK, don't tell him where. It's none of his business anyway."
Joe's sour scowl faded to a neutral expression. "Yeah, that would work." He said with a rare use of an improper vernacular word. "Let's leave at seven-thirty. I don't want anyone to get in ahead of us. We can deal with this, and then get back to set up Andy's party."
"Sounds perfect." I agreed.
Later, when Shawn and I had gotten in bed, Shawn asked me what was going on.
"What do you mean?"
"Your mood has been improving since our talk after mass. What's going on?"
I explained the reasons behind my cautious optimism. "Joe asked me to take him to see Father Miller. Just the way he asked me, it makes me think there's a real chance. He yelled at me this morning. Tonight, he sounded like he wanted to borrow something. He's softening, I hope so anyway."
Shawn rolled to face my side and spoke into my ear. "That's great. I know it's not a done deal, but it's encouraging. Do you want to celebrate?"
"I think it's a little early to celebrate. Like you said it's not...ooooohhhhhh...mmmmmmmmm." The end of my sentence was lost in a shivering thrill that rippled through me as Shawn blew in my ear.
"I guess we don't have to celebrate anything in particular." I observed at the end of a gasp. "We can just celebrate being here together, in a sound-proof room. What kind of party did you have in mind?"
Shawn blew in my ear again while his hand trailed down my body and into my briefs. "How about every man for himself?" He purred as he gripped my growing bulge in his soft hand.
Every man for himself' was Shawn's way of asking for a naked wrestling match where neither of us was to be concerned with the other's pleasure. Each was to try to get his' any way he could and as many times as he could. It wasn't my favorite game, but Shawn enjoyed it. I think he liked overpowering me, being dominant without having to stay in a role-play character.
Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have objected to Shawn's idea, after all, I like getting pinned. The trouble was, I didn't feel like having a romp.' I wanted tenderness. I was happier than I had been, but my emotions were still too raw for me to work up the enthusiasm needed to make every man for himself' the raucous time that Shawn would have wanted it to be. "Love," I asked my husband, "do you mind...do you mind if we take a raincheck on that? Would you mind? I mean, I know the last two sessions have been more-or-less about me, but..."
Shawn shushed me and put a gentle kiss on the side of my face. "I think I know what you want. You want snuggle sex."
I felt that Shawn wasn't disappointed over my request to postpone `every man for himself,' and I was glad of it. I exhaled the worry I'd been holding onto and agreed to his suggestion. "That's exactly what I want. Is that OK?"
"Of course it is. I love snuggle sex."
`Snuggle sex' is a term we sometimes used to describe very intimate, tender lovemaking where the fucking took a back seat to the physical contact. Snuggle sex was like an extended, full-body embrace...a celebration of being together where the foreplay, the fucking, and the afterglow cuddling were all rolled together. The intimacy of snuggle sex was exactly what I wanted, what I needed to soothe my overwrought psyche.
Shawn withdrew his hand from inside my briefs and hopped up on his knees. He slid his briefs off, folded them, and set them on the nightstand. His hard cock sprung to attention as he released it from the snug fabric. He paid no attention to it, but I certainly noticed the engorged flesh that I loved. I reached for it, but Shawn caught my hand and pushed it gently away. "Take your underwear off and flip over." He instructed.
I did as I was told, releasing my own erection from the confines of my briefs and tossing the fabric onto the floor. I turned over and tucked my cock between my stomach and the bed. I piled a couple pillows under my upper chest to give my face some room against the mattress, then laid down with my arms at my sides. I wasn't sure what Shawn had planned and was dubious about how he had started off. "This doesn't feel very snuggly." I commented.
Shawn shushed me again. "You know, love...you know that I love you, right?"
"Yeah." I answered and wondered where Shawn was headed with his premise.
Shawn released his emotions and I felt his hungry, sexual admiration of my body. The emotion wasn't lust. It wasn't as fiery as that. The emotion was like a warm blanket right out of the clothes dryer. It wrapped around my emotions and snuggled them. As I pulled the blanket of Shawn's admiration around my mind, he explained his words of love. "I wanted to remind you how much I love you because...because I plan to objectify this body of yours and I didn't want you to get the wrong idea."
Shawn leaned down to whisper to my ear. "Do you feel my love and my desire? Do you feel it, Love? Will you remember how much I love you if I treat you like a sex object?"
"Oh yeah." I breathed to the mattress.
"Good." He said and patted my left shoulder blade. "Hold onto that. Hold onto that while I enjoy you."
The bed trembled as Shawn moved next to me, walking on his knees until he was midway down my body. "You know, Love, I told you that you didn't have to develop this body for me to love you. I told you that I would love you no matter what you looked like. I meant every word when I said that, and I still do. I have to admit, though...I have to admit that this body you built...this great big powerful body...it does things to me."
Shawn moved to straddle my thighs. His knees were at the top of my hips and he sat with his ass just below mine. He rolled his hips forward and pressed his erection between my butt cheeks like a hotdog in a bun. "This meaty ass of yours...mmmmm." He grunted and dug his fingers into the flesh like he wanted to pull handfuls out of it for himself.
He moved his hands to the small of my back and ran them along the sides of my body as he leaned forward to drape himself on top of me with his hands locked to the outside of my shoulders. "This big back," he practically moaned into my ear, his voice low and sultry, "I've always lusted for this big, broad back. It's so strong. It's so masculine."
Shawn blew in my ear again, his hot breath sent erotic shivers through my body and raised goosebumps on my flesh. "You're such a strong man...so powerful. When you...when you give yourself over to me. When you let me edge you. When you let me do whatever I want to you. When you submit yourself to me...and I'm in control of this great big body and all the power inside it...it gives me such a rush."
"Right now," Shawn's sultry voice breathed in my ear as he rolled his hips to slide his erection along my ass crack, "I feel how badly you want me. I feel your need. The longer I tease you, the more desperate you get, the more powerful I feel. You could crush me in your arms, destroy me with your magic, but you give yourself to me. You let me make you beg. That makes me feel like...I feel like..."
"Like a sex beast?" I asked.
Shawn craned his head so he could take the shell of my ear between his teeth and chew on it gently. "Like a sex beast." He confirmed to the ear that he bit.
"I love giving myself to you." I admitted to the mattress. "I love when you take control. I love when you feel powerful. I love that when I submit myself to you, you give me exactly what I want."
"Turn over, Love." Shawn commanded me. "Turn over and let me give you want you want."
He climbed off me and watched me flip over. "Legs up, Love." He said as I settled on my back.
I raised my legs and put my hands behind my knees. As I did it, I said a silent `thank you' to my Elit Fortis instructors who helped me build a big, muscled body that was also as flexible as if I had no muscle at all. I pulled my legs up and presented my hole to my husband. When I reached the limit of my joints, my knees were almost even with my chest.
Shawn spit on his hand and rubbed it into my hole, then he spit on his hard cock. He pressed his length into me with a steady, smooth lunge. My ass was so used to his presence that it relaxed and welcomed the violation. Shawn bent over me, trapping my cock between us as he draped his body over my front and came to rest with his face in mine. He kissed me, deeply and lovingly with his tongue and then smiled in my face. "I love you." He breathed in his husky bedroom voice.
"I love you," he repeated, "and I want to shout it from the rooftops and whisper it to strangers. I want to raise you on a pedestal and point you out to everyone and say, `I love that man.' What do you think of that?" Shawn asked.
I opened my mouth to answer him but I didn't get the chance because he ground his hips into my ass and brushed his cock across my prostate. The words I'd planned to say were replaced with a groan of pleasure. Shawn rolled his hips to fuck me shallowly as he asked his question again. "What's that, Love? I didn't understand." He grinned all over his face and teased me. "I said that I love you and all you can do is moan at me."
"I...oooohhhhhhh." I muttered as I tried to answer again. I let my legs hold themselves up and threw my arms around my husband. I held him tight against my body so he couldn't move. "I love you." I proclaimed as I held him. "I love you my husband...my Shawn. I love you and I trust you completely and that's why I surrender to you. I love you for all that you are, and all that you're not, and for all that you mean to me, which is life itself."
I loosened my grip around Shawn and allowed him to prop himself up and put his face in mine. He had tears in his eyes. "I mean life to you?" He sniffed.
I took a breath and exposed my entire being to my husband with no magic to help me. "With you, Shawn, like with life, all things are possible. Without you...without you there is less than nothing."
"Oh Church!" Shawn gasped and planted kisses all over my face.
I grabbed his head and guided his kisses to my mouth where they became deep and passionate. Shawn pulled his tongue from my mouth and spoke instructions to my face. "Hold me, Love. Hold me like you held Bem and let me love you the way you want me to."
I did as Shawn asked and held his body against mine while he fucked my ass and kissed my mouth and my face and my throat. He fucked me for a very long time, until he needed to finish. "You have to let me go, Love. I have to cum." He gasped, desperate for release.
I opened my arms and Shawn rocked back on his hips. He locked his hands on my hips and rabbit fucked me until I felt his cock thicken and flood my ass with a huge load. He laid down on top of me to catch his breath and come down from the orgasm high. "So good." He breathed over my face.
"It was." I agreed.
"You still need to finish. I feel you throbbing against my belly. You must be so horny...I'm surprised you can even see straight." Shawn stroked my face with his soft hand and ran his fingers through my long hair. "How do you want it?" He asked.
"Ride me." I said. "I want to watch your legs work and see your face while I'm inside you."
Shawn put one more pec of a kiss on my lips before he moved off me to comply with my request. He spit in his hand and rubbed it into his hole, then spit on my aching cock. He straddled me and lowered himself, enveloping my cock with his perfect ass. He bottomed out on it and ground his ass against my hips to my pleasurable agony. "PLEASE!" I shouted as I fought to hold off my orgasm. "Just do it! Can't LAST!"
Shawn propped himself on his feet and folded his legs to make my favorite muscles bulge. He rode me like I was a horse at full gallop. It wasn't enough...wasn't fast enough for me. I raised myself off the bed and pounded up into him as hard as I could. I felt the climax explode from my body and I grabbed his hips to hold him onto me while I thrashed and filled him with my load. The orgasm that roared through me completely overwhelmed my senses and all of my control. I cried out like my very life was erupting from my cock.
When the fireworks finished, I collapsed onto the bed to catch my breath. Shawn ground himself into me again, but this time the sensation was too intense. "NO!" I cried and held him still.
He lifted himself off me and leaned down to put his face in mine. "Sensitive, Love?" He grinned at me.
"A little." I said to tell a teasing partial lie.
"Satisfied?" He asked.
"Yes, that was incredible."
"Good." He combed his fingers through my hair again and settled next to me. He pulled my arm behind his head to use as a pillow and snuggled into my side.
"You know, that wasn't exactly snuggle-sex." I commented to tease my husband a bit for his exuberance.
"No," he hedged his reply, "but you seemed to enjoy it."
"I did." I admitted.
"You ready to sleep now?"
"I think so." I said and glanced around the room with a sudden pang of guilt. "I hope Joe never comes in here with a black light. This place would glow like Times Square at midnight."
"I don't know if it's that bad." Shawn said and scanned the room to see what I was talking about. "You'll need to vaporize these sheets before we leave though. There's enough DNA on them to make a whole person."
"Speaking of sheets, remind me tomorrow, when Andy leaves with Bem, I want to stuff these in the washing machine." The euphoria of sex had passed off and was rapidly replaced by embarrassment at what we'd done to Joe's room and bed.
"Good thinking. I'll remember." Shawn promised.
I used my telekinesis to cover us with the sheet, we melted into each other and went right to sleep.