He looked up at her face, smiling. “Who cares?” He returned her attention to her cleft. “You can have the hood of the clit removed or even extended. You can have collagen injected in the labia to plump them up. You won’t feel them for a while, but who cares, they look good.”
Her blood ran cold until she saw the smile and realized what he meant. She licked her lips to moisten them. Her mouth was running dry while her pussy was dampening. “I could have that done couldn’t I?” It was the best she could manage. Because if she didn’t say she wanted to change that part of her body, he might not touch it. And she’d die if he didn’t.
“But if I show you the sensation you might lose, you could give it to me couldn’t you? Give me another part of your body you won’t allow the knife to touch.” He laid one finger on her just above the line of her pubic hair. “You could shave if you wanted to.”
“Would you like that?”
He gave another smile. “Maybe I would. So we’ll exempt that part shall we? You might even allow me to do it for you.”
“I used to shave there, I had to. I still trim.”
He ran his finger between her legs along the bikini line. “So you do.”
Without warning, he bent and licked her slit front to back. Her legs were only slightly open so he couldn’t reach all the way but as she shuddered in reaction, he gripped her thigh and urged her legs apart. His low groan vibrated along her cleft, peaked at her opening. She panted sharp and fast and he purred against her skin, a low rumble that flowed through her body and amplified her arousal. Her body tingled with awareness, with wanting. His low words, his reassurances all served to lull her to stop her thinking.
So she just felt. His tongue curled along her cleft and then tickled her clit. She gripped the sheet under her, felt the smooth fine cotton scrunch in her hands, added it to the sensations she was feeling. She felt every movement of his talented tongue as he curled it around her clit like a guardian, a protector and then he sucked it in like a marauder, owning it.
The combination sent her up into a cycle she dimly recognized as pre-orgasm when every sense tingled in response to his touch.
He traced patterns on her thigh with his fingers, intricately weaving sensation into a rich tapestry of delight. Every time he touched her, she soared higher. He sucked, pulled her into his mouth and made a sound that he might make for the richest chocolate or the finest wine.
He changed his angle, lifted up on one hand, his other still tracing patterns and he devoured her. Ate her. And she couldn’t hold back any longer. She arched her back and screamed as the climax hit her with the intensity of a tropical storm, rocking every inch of her. “Oh fuck me, don’t stop, keep going—oh God!”
Her pussy pulsed and she realized he’d pushed his finger—fingers—inside her. He didn’t stop licking and sucking although she squirmed to get away, the sensitivity too much but he kept a hand on her thigh, holding her in place for his invading tongue.
She cried out, begged for him to fuck her now but he ignored her until he’d lapped up every drop of her essence. No man had ever done that to her before, not eaten her out as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
Finally he pulled away and rested his forehead on her mound. He breathed deeply as if he’d sprinted a hundred yards at Olympic speed.
“I could do this all night.” His voice sounded muffled. “You taste glorious.” He lifted his head. His mouth glistened, his chin was damp. “So good, honey, so good.”
She stared at him enthralled. Gorgeous, hot and for tonight all hers. “I could let you. But we have other places to go don’t we?”
“Oh yes. Plenty of other places.” With a sudden movement, he pushed himself up on all fours. His cock thrust up aggressively close to her pussy. Not close enough. He eased himself up the bed until he crouched over her but he wasn’t touching her although she could feel his heat and the way he wanted her. She swallowed. She could smell herself on him. The scent turned her on with a power that was new to her. At least this way. He vibrated enjoyment. He stared down at her, his gaze molten lava. “I need a moment or I’ll come all over you right now. And I want in.”
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?” His voice purred over her like velvet against her skin.
“Be this—this intense.”
“I live in the moment. It’s hard to do.” He smiled down at her, bent for a gentle kiss. She licked her lips, savoring her taste on his lips and he watched avidly. “But it’s a skill you can learn. Ten years ago, I was going nuts, literally. My nerves were shot to hell. I was a clever kid and my parents pushed me. My dad especially, the Chinese ethic to achieve kicking in. So I graduated early, set up the business and nearly had a breakdown. I went to classes and I learned not to agonize so much. Want me to teach you?”
She shook her head. “I’m doing okay. You stop the world for me.”
He kissed her a lingering closed-mouth caress. “Now that is the best thing anyone’s said to me.”
She laughed. “Ever?”
“Ever.” He bent again and he breathed in deep through his nose, a sexy sound that added to her enjoyment of him.
John took her mouth, explored it, tasted it and then lowered his body so it lay over hers, his cock between her legs caressing her pussy. Right now she didn’t care about protection. He could do what he wanted.
But he finished the kiss and drew away, his attention going to the nightstand. He reached inside the drawer and found a condom before he leaned back, sitting on his heels while he slid the protection over his cock with a deliberation that she now knew meant he was appreciating every stroke, every easy glide. She should have put it on for him. She wanted to but after that wonderful orgasm she was still floating in a warm tide of aftermath.
He stretched over her again, smiling into her eyes. “Ready?”
“Oh yes.” She smiled back. He’d made her more aware of her body, she realized. Ready for him, her pussy so wet her juices trickled in the cleft between her buttocks but assured by the promise in his eyes, she reached for him and opened her hands wide over the skin of his back. “Fuck me, John. Fuck me good.”
His muscles flexed and she felt them stretch as he lowered his body to hers and inexorably entered her.
Despite her openness, he was still a tight fit. The head worked through her opening into the welcome he’d helped her prepare for him. He pushed, and more slid in. All the time they kept their eyes open and watched each other, neither of them speaking or breaking the moment as if this was something sacred.
In a way it was. It felt so different so new. Not virginal new but a new kind of sex a new kind of awareness. Was he a magician or some kind of hypnotist?
No. He’d talked to her and he’d listened. Listened to her body as it sang for him. When he’d gone down on her, he’d felt the way she responded, listened to the sounds she made and reacted accordingly. Did what she wanted although she hadn’t realized she’d wanted until he did it to her.
And now he was doing it again. Easing into her, letting her feel every inch of him as he slid his cock inside her pussy. She sighed, her breath catching in the back of her throat. “How big are you? Do you know?”
“How big does it feel?”
“Fucking huge.”
He laughed. “Very flattering, sweetheart. Thank you. I never measured it. It always seemed adequate. So how do I compare?”
“You’re bigger than average but you’re not scary.”
“Scary?”
“Big isn’t always better.”
He laughed. “I’m not even going there. This is us, me and you, and if we fit that’s good enough.”
She arched up to him. “Oh yes, we fit all right.” She let her eyes half close and felt the hardness sliding so easily now deep inside her. Every touch, every moment, every inch. Until his balls nestled softly against her ass. He came to rest. “Me and you. Me in you. Never so good, Edie. Never.”
She believed him because it was the same for her. B
ut before she could tell him, he pulled out and pushed back in. Slowly. His control awed her. He must have amazing physical strength to fuck her with such controlled slowness.
He kept up a rhythm like the constant but deliberate motions of Tai Chi, easing in and out, the liquid sounds providing an accompaniment she knew she’d never forget or ever want to.
With blinding recognition, she realized what he meant. This time was all that mattered. Whatever came next, whatever had happened before, they had this and if they appreciated it, if they lived and enjoyed it now they’d never regret it.
“We’ll never lose this will we?”
His slow smile warmed her. “No we never will.” He bent his head for another kiss and she reached up eagerly to share it with him. He never stopped moving in and out of her and with every glide he touched her sweet spot, caressed it and withdrew only to caress it again. Her arousal rose almost without her being aware of it. It just was.
They reached the high points, passed through them and went higher. Everything outside their bodies ceased to matter until they could have been the only people in the world.
And then she exploded but not like the fourth of July. More like underwater fireworks if there was any such thing, the shimmering, magnificent climax drenching them in a mist of fire.
Edie didn’t know if she cried out, didn’t care, but she heard his voice crying out to her, calling her name. She didn’t realize how closely she held him until she breathed deep and found it more difficult than it should be.
John rolled to one side, taking her with him, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open breathing deeply. She rested her head on his sweat-sheened chest and licked his skin, the salty taste a tribute to their efforts.
“You,” he said slowly, his voice deeper than usual, “are a miracle, Edie Howard.”
He called her Edie. She’d lived as Sunset for the last thirty years. Now it was Edie’s turn.
Chapter Seven
John wondered if love at first sight existed. This sublime sensation unlike anything he’d felt before could be because he’d tried harder with Edie. She needed it, he’d thought, sensing the lost soul under the sophisticated beauty but it had turned out that he needed it too. Maybe he was as lost as she was. And maybe she was bringing him back to life.
He opened his eyes, saw her watching him and lifted his hand to caress her cheek and cup it before he kissed her. She invited touch, that soft skin begging him to worship. It had been a long time since he’d thought about the mess he’d been ten years ago but something in her had brought it out, reminded him of what he’d been. On the surface a raging success, underneath a pathetic fuck-up, his nerves shot, his ambition and self-confidence out of control.
Now she needed help too but he was afraid that in bringing it to her he’d reopen old wounds. With horror he recalled that helpless feeling of being dragged along by a tide he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t let that happen to Edie.
Slowly he withdrew from her, his body protesting at the separation as if they already belonged together. He pulled away to discard the used condom. Already he wanted her again, his cock swelling once more, so he found the task more difficult than it should have been.
One taste and he feared he was addicted to Sunset. No, to Edie. The woman behind the sophisticated ex-model fascinated him much more, the real woman behind the elegant polished façade. And never for a moment did he forget how lucky he was that she’d allowed him in. Edie was adept at keeping people at a distance, he’d seen her do it on TV interviews. That had been the first time she’d intrigued him rather than elicited his imagination as a symbol of perfection when he’d had a glimpse of how she worked.
Now here she was in his bed, the focus of his loving.
He rose up over her and took her lips once more, explored her mouth with leisurely thoroughness. She opened for him, accepted him and gave back. He drew away slowly. “Are you still thinking about surgery?”
“What’s that?” She smiled up at him.
“How about an ass lift?” His voice suddenly became hoarse as he remembered the sight of that elegant curve. His cock completed its expansion.
The witch snuggled close and purred. “Possibly. Is it the thought of the surgery that makes you so—interested?”
He laughed. Her honesty in bed enchanted him. He curved his arm around her and cupped those delectable curves, deliberately allowing his longest finger to slip between her buttocks down to her labia and just inside. Damp still, and when he touched fresh juice flowed from her onto him. He wanted to taste it again, but to do that he’d have to take his hand away and he didn’t want to. So he curled his finger in a little, increased the pressure on her ass. “You can’t want to do anything to this. It’s beautiful, tempting. You could end up with a small scar here.” He traced a line in the lower crease with his forefinger but he didn’t remove his middle finger from her cleft. He doubted that he could right now. Her heat scorched him and all he wanted was to burn. “It would be a sin to mar such lovely flesh. And where you have a scar the nerve endings are damaged or destroyed and you’ll lose feeling there.”
He kissed her forehead, let his lips linger on her fabulous skin and felt her answering kiss on his chest.
She lifted her head. “You’re pretty delicious yourself you know.”
“Not like you.”
“Exactly like me.” She stroked her cheek against his skin, sending sensation skittering down his body. “You made yourself. You told me you were overweight as a child.”
“Derided for it.” He recalled how he’d felt but it was a distant memory now as if it had happened to someone else. “I was a clever fat kid. A clever, fat Chinese kid. That gave them plenty of ammunition. I pretended not to care.”
“But you did.”
“Fuck, yes I cared. I cared enough to lose weight and work so hard at my studies that I graduated early. I met Henry Roubiere. He was like me, a misfit but for different reasons. We set up the partnership, his money, my expertise until it was our money and our expertise.” He stopped abruptly.
“Then you had a breakdown.”
He smoothed his hand over her hair and forked his fingers through the waves, wild now. “Pretty much.”
She wriggled against him, working his cock with her body. He groaned. “And you became the sex symbol you are today.”
He laughed and enjoyed the freedom of the moment as he’d been taught, as came naturally to him these days. “That’s you.”
“Don’t be modest. You’ve appeared on enough screens and been at enough premieres for the media to know your face. ‘Sexydoc’, I’ve seen you described as. More than once.”
“Oho, so you noticed me before did you?”
She primmed her mouth. “I googled you when I was thinking about the surgery. I had an interesting afternoon investigating you.”
“Hmm surgery. That reminds me.” He wriggled his finger, still nestled in the cleft of her ass. “I have more persuading to do don’t I?”
She hummed, more in appreciation of what he was doing than agreement or cogent argument. At least he hoped so.
He rolled up on his knees, taking her with him so she was on all fours. Only then did he take his hand away and admire the beautiful sight. She kept her legs spread and her glorious hair, the hair that had gained her the nickname she’d had for most of her life spread over the upper part of her back, gleaming autumn gold in the subdued light of his bedroom.
John would never forget that moment. This woman embodied all his dreams, was the epitome of the perfection that he’d sought for in his early years, the perfection he now knew was better flawed.
He saw tiny marks airbrushed or unseen by the camera. A scar from, he guessed from its age, a childhood incident and a slightly darker patch on one side. It marked this back as belonging to Edie and no other. The blemishes made the sight dearer to him, not less.
He spread his hand over her back, savored the contrast between her pale skin and his olive tones, loved the sensation.
He breathed deep, scenting their previous lovemaking, knowing that it would soon be renewed. He watched her pussy dampen for him, the tops of her thighs glistening with her arousal and he just managed not to bend and taste it, lick it off. He had a use for it. Her rosebud tempted him, the tight furl of her anus beautiful, far too tempting for him to refuse to accept.
Then he reached for the dildo and lube.
Edie gasped. He put them on the sheet beside him where she could see them and curved his hands over her waist. “I’m trying to give you pleasure, Edie, only good feelings. A pinch of pain can add to the pleasure. You know that don’t you?” If she said no now he’d die. But he had to make sure.
“Sometimes.” Cautious but she was still with him.
“Trust me?”
“Okay.”
He massaged her skin, keeping his motions smooth and gentle. No sudden movements. He saw her muscles tighten slightly with the increased tension. “You say stop, I stop. All I ask is that you give it a chance. Has anyone taken you in the ass before?”
“Someone tried.”
She sounded subdued. He hated that. He wouldn’t destroy the trust building between them. “I really want to. I want to show you how good it can be. But those other times, you didn’t like them did you?”
She shook her head, her hair moving against the pillow, falling over her face. He leaned forward to smooth it back and tuck it behind her ears so he could see her. “Did he force you?”
“A bit. Not rape, never think that but…” She bit her lip. He wanted to bite it too just a nip.
“But you didn’t like it. If you don’t like what I’m doing, say so. Just give it a chance to feel good.”
He picked up the dildo and rolled it over her buttocks. The coolness raised goose bumps. “Even a subtle sensation like this might not feel right after the procedures. You’ll have dead spots in your body where a continuous feeling would be halted. Most times it won’t matter, you’ll hardly notice.” He rolled the phallus down over the crest of her buttock to the top of her thigh, the flanged head pointing to her pussy and ass. “But you’d notice if I did that. Like a blind spot in your eye, you’d have a break.” He stopped, lifted the dildo to the other side and repeated the action with his other hand. “Does that feel good?” He retrieved the lube and popped the tube open with one hand without her seeing. She was looking at the dildo. It showed his cock right down to his balls, the smooth glass skimming over any wrinkles or creases in the original. He moved so his cock bobbed up to lie over the crease between her buttocks and he placed the dildo next to it. “They did a good job. But I have more fun with the real thing.” He twisted the glass, twirled it against her skin.
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