Healing Her Soul

I held her pinned against the wall as both our orgasms subsided, and our breathing started to return to something approaching normal. Eventually I lifted her off of me and we both collapsed on the bed.

"Jesus, Joe, that was intense!"

"You inspire me," I said with a grin.

"Hold on a minute, I'll be right back." She got up, got two glasses of water and brought one back to me. "We both worked up a sweat, and lost a lot of other fluids. I don't want any dehydration here, mister. I'm not remotely done with you yet. I intend to see how many times I can get you to cum before the dawn breaks."

"I bet you can have as many orgasms in you as I do," I responded, "and I intend to find out."

We both drank our glasses straight down and set them aside. Then she laid down next to me again at first, and then on top of me as she started to kiss me again, thrusting her tongue in my mouth before eventually giving way to mine. I started to stroke her clit, which got her moaning softly again.

"Oh my G-d," she said. "What are you doing to me?" I just smiled and continued stroking. Eventually I slid down and took one of her erect nipples in my mouth, and started to suck and lick as I continued working her swollen clit.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Oh my G-d that feels SO good!" Her voice was getting deeper and huskier as I drove her arousal to another peak. Then she stopped me.

"Wait, I want us to bring each other off again. I hope you like the taste of dripping wet pussy! She crawled down to take my cock in her mouth again as she straddled my face. I was more than happy to oblige. Like before, she was doing a masterful job sucking my cock, but this time I could also feel the vibration of her moans as I started to lick up and down her labia, taste both of our orgasms as I probed her hole with my tongue, and most of all, to lick her clit mercilessly. I kind of alternated between concentrating on what I was doing to her and what she was doing to me. I was the first one to cum this time, but not by much, she choked a bit on the load that I was pumping into her mouth and throat as she screamed out her own orgasm, flooding my face. The close-up view of her pussy contracting over and over was memorable.

Exhausted again, she crawled up to lay next to me with her head resting on my shoulder. She slowly ran her fingers gently over my chest and abs, playing with my chest hair and leaving a tingling trace of sensation wherever her fingers had just been as they glided across my skin.

"Penny for your thoughts," I said.

"Shhhh," she responded as she continued to trace her fingers lightly around the edges of this muscle or that. She waited a few seconds before saying, "I don't want to break the spell."

"Spell?" I asked.

"This moment feels magical. I know it won't last forever, so I want it to last as long as possible. I've never had a one-night stand before, and to the degree that I've thought about it I only ever imagined the hot meaningless sex. I never imagined laying peacefully and enjoying the afterglow with the guy."

"Well, I've never had a one-night stand before either, and I'm hoping this won't be one. I like you, Carolyn, and I'd like to see you again."

"You don't know anything about me."

"That's not true at all. I know I met you less than six hours ago, but I already know some of the most important things. You have the capacity to love deeply and you feel incredible remorse if you do something to hurt someone you care about. That alone makes me want to get to know you better. On top of that you're so beautiful that if people saw us on a date they might think I paid for your company. No way a guy with my looks could land a goddess like you. Oh, and you're a FANTASTIC fuck."

If Carolyn had been drinking something at that moment, the spit take would have been impressive. After she laughed out loud for a few seconds she replied, "Thanks for saying that, but (A) I'm not a goddess for G-d's sake, (B) you're selling yourself short, Mr. tall, slender, dark and handsome, and (C) I'm not sure I've ever had sex this smoking hot before, certainly not my first time with a guy. I think you bring out the fantastic in me."

"So, can I take you out to dinner tonight before I drive home?"

"I haven't had a chance to ask, where's home?"

"I live a couple hours north of here."

"Ugh, long distance."

"It's not that long, and I have family down here so I visit often enough. The chance to see you would be even more motivation to come down."

"Well, before we start making long term plans, we definitely should go out on a first date. I'll pick out a restaurant and give you the details later."

With that, her hand started tracing her fingers down toward my cock, and she started planting kisses slowly over my neck, chest, shoulders, and eventually my lips. She stroked me back to hardness, and then kissed her way from lips to neck to chest to stomach to cock. This time the blow job was slow and steady. It was pretty clear she was trying to get me to maximum rigidity, but not trying to get me off. At least not yet.

Then she pulled herself off me, looked up and said, "I need your help again."

"Anything, lover."

That brought a smirk to her face, and she continued, "The reason that I was on my elbows and knees when my best friend's piece of shit fiancé fucked me last night is that it's my favorite position. I love the feeling of having my pussy pounded hard, and that angle lets you get SO deep with every stroke. The memory of doing that with him is the one that I most want to put as far in the back of my memory as possible as soon as I can."

She got into the position that I had seen her in before when I was dealing out the last of her punishment and said, "Think you can help me with that?"

"I can promise you you'll never have to ask me that twice!"

Kneeling behind her, I could see that her ass cheeks were mostly back to their normal color, but the spots I'd concentrated on looked like they were going to bruise a bit. I felt bad about that, but I suspect she was okay with it. Then I leaned forward, felt around with the tip of my cock until I found her hole and slowly drove myself in, feeling every inch of her hot, wet pussy as the head of my cock passed through it. She was right about the angle too. I was pressed up against her cervix on the first stroke, and on every one after that.

Carolyn got really vocal this time around, grunting with every thrust, and saying things like "G-d yes, fuck me! Just like that! Ohhhh G-d, that feels so good! Fuck me harder! Harder! Pound my pussy like you pounded my ass! I want your cum inside me! Ohhhh G-d!." All of this drove my passion to new levels. I fucked her like we were beasts in heat, pounding her so hard she might not have been able to walk straight in the morning. The fact that I'd already orgasmed twice that night helped me last a good long time, but eventually I exploded once again, filling her pussy with what I'm sure was the last bit of cum my balls had in reserve. Then we both collapsed. Our heavy breathing eventually slowed as we lay in each other's arms and fell asleep, completely spent.

She woke me up at around 7am after only a few hours sleep by crawling down and using her hand and then eventually her mouth to stroke me back to hardness one more time. It was an incredible way to wake up. I gently pulled her up, kissed her gently but firmly, and guided her to lay on her back. This time we made love more than fucked. Just missionary position with her legs wrapped around me again, driving me deeper every time she pushed my ass toward her. I never broke eye contact with her from the time I entered her, through the slowly increasing pace and eventually the climax.

After a few minutes of basking in the afterglow I pulled my phone off the night table and asked for her phone number.

"You know we've gotten this all completely backwards, right? You're supposed to get my phone number first, take me out to dinner, then have sex with me a few times before we do anything kinky like spanking."

I burst out laughing so hard it took me a minute to calm down. "You're absolutely right," I said. "We'll have to do things the right way from now on."

She gave me her number, and I texted her the picture I took right at the end of her punishment. "You can look at that if you ever start to feel guilty again. Do you want me to delete it from my phone?"

She looked at it again and said, "No. Go ahead and keep it. I trust you not to share it with anyone, but even if you did there's no way that anyone could know it was me." Then she noticed the time and sighed, "I've got to go. I have a walk of shame to do back to my room, and then I need to get ready for brunch with the wedding party and family." She kissed me again and said, "Thank you Joe. For everything. This is a night I'll never forget."

** Two years later **

We're back at the same hotel at another rehearsal dinner. Shelly and Carolyn will both be in another wedding tomorrow, but with their roles reversed. Carolyn will be the bride. And I'll be the groom.

The first dinner the night after we met was wonderful. We found out we had a lot in common. That first week we talked over video chat every night, and then started seeing each other on the weekends every week or two. After about six months I started to look for a job down here, and found a good one relatively quickly. We moved in together soon after that.

The sex was rarely as hot as it had been that first night, but it was usually close. It never crossed my mind to beat her the way I had that first time, and I hope she'll never want me to again. There was one time, though, when Carolyn was irritating the hell out of me, which was really unusual. She was teasing me when I just was NOT in the mood. Eventually I snapped, "Cut it out!" She got a pouty look on her face and said, "Am I being a bad girl?" I responded "Yes!" Still with the pout she looked down at her feet and said, "I'm sorry, Joe. And I know what happens to bad little girls." Then she walked over to the living room, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties around her knees and bent over the back of the couch. I was a little confused, but I gave her a few not too hard smacks which she whined and fake cried out loudly at. It was pretty clear she was playing with me, so I started playing back, fingering her pussy and saying, "You little slut, you're enjoying this!" I smacked her a couple more times, and then fucked her hard. This kind of light spanking has been part of our routine every once in a while ever since. It reminds us in a fun way of the night we came into each other's lives.

I met Shelly, of course, who was lovely. She and Carolyn were so close they were almost like twin sisters, finishing each other's thoughts, sharing inside jokes and so on. I also met Mitch, who was as charming as advertised. You couldn't help but like the guy. But when Carolyn suggested that since Shelly was going to be her matron of honor, that he be one of my groomsmen I immediately rejected the idea. I privately told him why -- that I knew exactly what he had done to Carolyn the night before his wedding, and that I didn't want someone who disrespected his own marriage that much as part of my wedding party. He turned several shades of red from embarrassment. He assured me that he truly loved his wife, that he'd always intended to take his vows seriously, and that he knew that Carolyn would drop a truth bomb on him if he ever slipped. I hope he wasn't lying because that bomb could have several casualties.

The next day, when Carolyn came down the aisle looking as radiant as I'd ever seen her, I couldn't help but think that she was wrong about one thing. She is a goddess, or at least looked every bit like one. I was, without a doubt, the luckiest man in the world.