The Pleasure Principle I

"Can you come out of me a sec then go back in?"

He mentally shrugged his shoulders. Somehow he'd got his angle of
insertion wrong and he wondered how he'd managed to do that. He did as
he was asked.

"That's better," she murmured. "You'll have to stand on tiptoe
though."

It's not fair, she thought, that he has to make this so difficult. He
wanted to make it more exciting, why doesn't he try harder?

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"Better," she replied.

He'd never noticed before how the mould (that dark green gets
everywhere stuff) was now climbing up the wall underneath the
mirror.

"Can we move over a bit?" she asked.

He moved his right leg over to the right a little, and then attempted
to move his left leg to the right, but she couldn't move herself along
the bath very far before they disengaged.

Damn, he thought. He should have moved with her.
"Okay, I'm ready," she informed him.

He completed his insertion once again, this time on the first go.

"Yeah, that's good," she said, as she started rocking herself. "That's
much better."

He started bending his knees when he got the opportunity. Standing up
like this was killing his joints. They were beginning to ache rather
excessively.

"This is so naughty," she whispered in his ear as best she could.

"Yeah, it is," he answered, noticing how the mirror had gotten quite
dirty. Now his feet were beginning to join in the cacophony of
complaining body parts.
I think he's enjoying this, she said to herself. He certainly seems to
be enjoying this, she thought. I hoped this would do something for him,
she agreed with herself.

"Are you enjoying this?" she asked quietly.

"Oh yeah," he said.

She smiled slightly. I wish he'd move more then, she complained to
herself.

Now the backs of his legs were aching as well and it wouldn't be too
long before his arms started moaning. He started moving more
urgently.

"Oh that's good," she whispered slowly in his ear.

He grunted. She smiled to herself again.

His body had now realized that it had to shut up, because his mind
wasn't listening and had an idea all of its own.

"Oh God, yeah," she exclaimed, with more abandonment this time.

Come on, shouted his mind to his disgruntled body. We've got to finish
before we collapse.

"Ouch," she cried. "No, don't stop."

"Sorry," he said, breaking his rhythm and then resuming at her
command.

"Come on," she screamed. "Faster."

His body was now really pissed off. Every part was telling his mind
that this pace couldn't be maintained. Yet still his mind wasn't
listening.

She smiled to herself as she felt his hot rapid breath on her
skin.

"Oh yeah, harder?faster," she grunted.

His lungs were beginning to burn, his heart was pumping faster and
faster, sooner or later he thought that his chest would implode.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed.

Move your feet, he thought to himself. This angle really does hurt. He
shifted his feet a little, which relieved his aching legs temporarily.
It also meant that he could now see the pink mould that seemed to be
congregating around the edge of the bath. It looked so disgusting. He
knew that if he didn't do something about it soon, it would start to
smell in a really disgusting way. Could he really be bothered
though?

"Oh, that's nice," she purred. This was much better now. He was making
an effort and thinking about what he was doing. She was close now; she
could feel it building up. It wasn't going to be too long?

"Keep going, please keep going," she begged.

His body was now screaming in unison now. His mind was full of the
screeching pain throughout his body. Part of him was wondering how he'd
managed to keep going for so long as it was. Once again, his mind
reasserted control. Mental earplugs went into his mental ears. Maybe I
could slow it down, he thought.

"Ooh, ooh, that's so nice," she breathed. Wow, she thought, this is
better than I expected. That change in rhythm was so inspirational. I
really have got a good lover here, she thought.

His breathing was beginning to calm down now.

"Oh, I'm gonna come!" she exclaimed.

She moaned and cried out. She moaned again and breathed heavily through
her nose.

"God, fuck, God?yes, oh yes," she exclaimed. Her breathing became
deeper. She felt the waves that had been building up, come crashing all
around her, soaking her in euphoria and well-being.

"Did you like that?" he asked, without stopping his rhythm.

"Oh yes, that was good. Are you gonna come?"

"Yeah, I think so," he replied.

Fuck, his body exclaimed. What does he think we're going to do
now?

He shifted his feet a little to take the pressure off his arms. He
realized that he'd had his hands on an area of the wall covered in
mould. It would be all over his hands. That was disgusting.

"Come on," she said.

He started moving a bit faster, working his way up to the sought after
crescendo, but his mind was now not too sure if it could be achieved.
Faster and faster he moved; his body finding reserves from somewhere
that he didn't think existed.

"Oh, yes, you're such an animal," she cried. This was unbelievable. She
was feeling the waves building up again. Oh my God, she thought, I'm
going to come again.

"OH!" he said. His body felt the waves of relief fall over him and it
was all his mind could do to keep him standing upright.

Oh, she thought, I was just about there. Is that it?

"Did you come?" she asked him.

"Yeah," he said.

They disengaged. She moved her legs off the bath and grabbed her towel,
wrapping it around herself.

"I could murder a cup of tea," she said, as if saying it to no one in
particular.

Rest, that's all we're asking, said his body to his mind.

"Okay," he said, not sure to which whom he was acquiescing.

Something really had to be done about that mould though.