by Martha James
She froze, just short of hitting the call button on the phone.
“I-” she stammered, only because this now felt like it had taken place a lifetime ago, rather than a few short minutes. “Yes... Of course I did,” she said. “I do. I really love you Julian. I think I've loved you for a long time...”
He smiled at this, and closed his eyes.
“Good,” he said. “Because I really love you too...”
He went silent, but the smile on his face remained as he slipped into unconsciousness. Desiree experienced a moment of panic, but saw that he was thankfully still breathing. She placed her good hand on the side of his face and stroked his cheek lovingly, then took a deep breath.
She turned back to the phone, hit the talk button, and at last made the phone call that would save their lives.
EPILOGUE
They'd wanted her to take a break. An extended hiatus, they'd said, for her to recover from the trauma of all that had taken place.
She had politely, but firmly, declined this offer.
In spite of everything, and thanks wholly to the love that Julian had brought into her life, she now felt more energized than she ever had, and didn't feel the least bit inclined to start slowing down now. She would, obviously, have to wait until her injuries healed- her two broken legs in particular- and she wanted to make sure Julian would be alright as well, before she embarked on any kind of significant touring schedule. Psychologically, though, she felt totally ready to get back out there, to put the horrors of her experiences behind her as best she could, and to look toward the future.
That future, by this point, was now- enough time had passed that her own injuries were completely healed, and Julian, who'd gotten the worst of it from Jeffery, was at least most of the way there. His left arm was still in a sling, given that it had actually been broken by his fall along with the shotgun blast to the shoulder, but it was coming along, slowly but surely.
Desiree's world tour was set to finally resume later on that evening, right here in Tokyo, where she and Julian now lay peacefully in bed, on one of the uppermost floors of a towering hotel building. They'd decided to vacation here for two weeks before the tour got underway, easing themselves slowly back into things by sightseeing and easing themselves the remainder of the way through the healing process.
The view here was incredible- both in terms of the sprawling city stretched out before them through the hotel window, as well as, from Desiree's point of view, the powerful male body lying serenely beneath her, his chest rising and falling, the stubble she loved across his chin actually twinkling ever so slightly in the morning sunlight.
Lord, how the sight of him stirred her...
No matter how many mornings she woke up beside him, she didn't think she could ever get tired of the view, or the warmth of his flesh up against her, or the simple fact of his presence, reassuring every doubt and every worry she might ever have about her life.
She reached over to the center of his chest, and slowly pushed her hand across the expanse of his pectoral muscles letting her fingers sweep across him in steady, flowing movements.
He twitched a little in his sleep, seeming to like this, and she smiled at his reaction.
She bit her lip, feeling naughty, and slid her palm gently down along the course of his heaving stomach, beneath the plush sanctity of the blankets covering his lower body.
She held her breath as she approached him, and loved the increasing warmth radiating from his loins as she grew nearer and nearer. At last she closed her fingers in around, him, squeezing him hard, and immediately he started to alertness with a slight gasp.
As he was still trying to piece together what was going on, she began to slide the skin of his cock back and forth along his shaft, his morning wood already stiff, but growing longer and harder with the silky caress of her touch.
Once his eyes had adjusted to the morning light he looked over to her, and finally seemed to make the association between the happy tingling between his legs with the beautiful woman lying beside him.
He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
“Kon'nichiwa,” she said seductively to him, still pumping him slowly, loving the light trickle of fluid from the tip of his erection.
“Kon'nichiwa yourself,” he said with a sly grin. “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you enjoy waking me up like that...”
She shrugged, still grinning. “It's not a glamorous job, but someone's got to do it. Clearly you aren't able to yourself,” she teased, nodding to his left and still useless arm.
He laughed.
“That's true. I have to say you're an excellent nurse.”
“Arigatou,” she nodded. “I have to say you're my favorite patient...”
“Your favorite?” he asked, playfully raising an eyebrow of concern. “Just how many patients do you have in your care?”
She laughed.
“Don't worry about it,” she whispered, and leaned in to kiss him on the lips.
They made out slowly, passionately, putting their tongues in one another's mouths, and gradually Desiree's kisses began to fall lower and lower along his body, across his chest and musculature, her head finally disappearing altogether beneath the cover of the sheets.
His sighed with dizzying pleasure, his muscles tensing, his buttocks clenched as she wrapped her lips around him, swallowing up the solid treasure of his cock and inundating him in her warm moisture.
“Oh, God...” he moaned, and the lump in the sheets began to rise and fall, sucking him off expertly, quickly bringing him to full and undivided attention. Her lips felt so perfect around him, the suction of her swallows devastating, and the warmth of her desperate breath upon him so pure that it almost made him dizzy.
Desiree savored how fully he encompassed her, how thoroughly he took up every inch of space in her mouth and neck as she sucked down his perfect masculinity. She loved the twitching of his body, the way his knees sometimes came jabbing in around her in response to her efforts, and the occasional placing of his hand on her skull through the covers, petting her lovingly, urging her to continue just as she was doing.
She continued going down on him until she perceived he was near to the point of oblivion, and here she decided to relent, not wanting him to spend so quickly, and desiring to be as much on the receiving end of this as he was.
She pulled away from him with a heavy gasp, inundating him with a shock of cool air, his erection now dripping with her saliva, and throbbing with unfulfilled potential.
She rose up from under the covers, a devilish look upon her face that made her intentions known without her having to breathe a word about them.
“All your vitals seem to be in order,” she said seductively. “I think it's time we move on to some more advanced treatment...”
He smirked at her, then nodded.
“Whatever it takes to make me whole again, nurse...” he said, and she knew he was looking forward to it every bit as much as she was.
Well- maybe... She happened to be looking forward to it an awful damn lot at that moment, after all.
Slowly she lifted her body up into the air, reaching beneath herself as she did so, and straightening his wet penis into alignment in her grip. Then, gently, she settled her weight down onto him, falling on the mighty sword of his erection, and penetrating herself to her deepest depths as she lowered herself all the way to his pelvis.
At last she settled into place, bathing him in the warm tightness of her pussy, and burning inside as she savored the perfect fullness of his cock pushed into her.
“I'm feeling better already,” he said, and she grinned.
“That's good,” she nodded. “Because the treatment's about to get a lot more intense from here...”
She reached forward, her eyes locked on him, and placed her hands on his stomach to steady herself. Then, very slowly, she dragged her body forward along him, her taut belly swaying, the muscles of her inner thighs tensing as she drew herself toward him, then relaxing
as she eased herself back again.
“Oh, fuck...” he sighed, tilting his head back onto the pillow with pleasure, and a violent shudder overtaking the whole of his form.
She loved his reaction to this, and repeated the motion just as slowly, several times over, working her body back and forth, squirming on him, and causing him to squirm beneath her in return.
She moved into a steady rhythm, and progressed to a more vigorous pace as she went. She went from a gentle, hypnotic swaying, almost like a belly dance, to hopping up and down on his cock like a pogo stick, reaming herself good and hard, loving the slamming of his tip into her g-spot with every leap she made.
“Oh God... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh, fuck,” she was chanting- language somewhat at odds with her usual good girl persona, which she knew was exactly why Julian enjoyed it as much as he did.
He also seemed to enjoy the vigorous bouncing of her breasts as she fucked him, and the way the bed rocked beneath their weight, and the way their bodies slapped percussively together, the sound alone making his throat hurt from the beauty of it. He reached up and placed a hand on her side, stroking her flesh slowly as she continued to writhe and undulate, his physical inability to participate in the action and his captivity to her movements making it even sweeter for him...
“Ohhhhhhhhh, Goddddddd,” he moaned, closing his eyes again, and once more tilting his head back.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Desiree, shrieked, her thrusts becoming almost violent, in accordance with the buildup of sensation now threatening to explode between her legs. The feeling had come onto her almost out of nowhere- a long stillness of ineffective movement, followed by the sudden sweep of a tingling dizziness, which now threatened to utterly consume her.
A threat she was more than happy to give into...
Bound and determined to maximize it when it came, she kept going harder and harder, faster and faster, taking Julian for all he was worth, and treating him, in return, to more than a bit of enjoyment of his own. Part of her wanted to keep on going, to try and rise to wholly new limits, but now Julian was groaning, swearing, clearly on the verge of eruption.
That was when she decided, the hell with it- she was on the brink as well, and really couldn't have lasted that much longer.
She smashed down hard onto him one final time, unleashing a vicious moan of pleasure. Nearly the instant she'd landed he was ejaculating up into her, the burning swell of his pleasure at last spilling over, as it had been threatening to do for minutes on end. It came into her in thick, hot strands, coating the inside of her with his perfect essence, his inexhaustible love, flowing back over him with the pull of gravity. He came and came, pumping her full of himself, the streams of his lust seemingly never-ending as he shook and convulsed beneath her.
At last Desiree felt the hammer inside her come crashing down, smashing open the chamber that had contained her soul within itself, and sending her spiraling uncontrollably over the edge into sheer, blissful oblivion.
“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”
It shot up inside her like a hot spring, and rushed through her arms and legs, through every inch of her, making her lightheaded as it permeated her nerve endings. Her thighs pushed angrily together, and her nails dug into his chest, and her buttocks clenched with an impossible tightness. She thought her heart might leap out of her chest as the mother of all orgasm lifted her through the air, and sent her hurtling through the heavens, full of so much bliss that words couldn't begin to describe it.
At last, with a final, exhausted gasp, she felt the swirling torrents of ecstasy subside, and slowly collapsed forward across Julian's torso, thinking that she'd never been happier before in her entire life.
She lay there, panting on his chest in a heap of euphoria, her body still tingling from the sensations Julian had awoken from within her. He brought his good hand up to the top of her head, and slowly ran his fingers through her hair, a small token of appreciation for the unspeakable degree to which she'd improved his life.
“You're right... I'm already feeling a lot better,” he teased, and Desiree was too happy even to laugh.
“God, I love you,” she sighed, then leaned back into him, to kiss him slowly on the mouth.
She felt his arm wrap around her, and pulled the blankets back up over the two of them, nestling serenely into the brilliant haze of the afterglow.
They'd been planning to go out sightseeing for one more day before the Starrstruck world tour officially resumed later on that evening.
At the moment, however, there was nowhere in the world that either of them thought they would rather be than right here, in bed, locked in the warmth of their shared embrace.
THE END
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