The Perfect 1

by CORY CYR

“Then it’s settled. You’ll be my queen, and I’ll be king. You do understand I have complete domain. That means technically I can have you whenever I want.”

  I gathered water in my hand and poured it over his head, the shades slipping from his nose. “Hey, you fucked up my glasses. Never mind. I suppose it doesn’t matter,” he said with a long face, holding them in his hand.

  “You can have me anytime you want, and you don’t even have to be king. You already command my body.”

  He moved close to where I stood. “I like the sound of that. How private is this beach?”

  “Extremely.”

  “Wait, isn’t this where you had that one-night stand? How he’d get here?”

  “I was toasted. I have no idea. My closest neighbors are about a mile down. I suppose he found his way somehow. Can we not talk about it? It was one of my less-than-stellar moments. One I’d rather forget.”

  “I’ll pretend total amnesia now. Goes well with my hysterical blindness, kind of like bookends.” He pondered for a moment. “I wonder why they call it that. So far, I’ve found nothing humorous about it.”

  “Come on, funny man. Let’s dry off, then go have dinner.”

  He latched onto my elbow. “Oh, hell no. Do you think I’d pass up your luxury outdoor furniture? Me being inside you, in total rhythm with the tide. I plan to have my way with you everywhere you allow it.”

  His trunks tented as he spoke, and my hand instinctively brushed across it. His feet shuffled as I led him back to the sofa. I used a towel to wipe down his chiseled chest.

  “Let me get these wet shorts off.” He stood, stretching them over muscled thighs and down to his ankles, his glasses landing on the sand. He kicked them off as he reached for me. “Your turn.” His hand reached out to slip down my shoulder strap, and I began to shimmy off my one-piece. It felt wicked and obscene to be naked out in the open. I trembled as he inched his hand between my legs. “If you feel too exposed, you can keep on your hat.” He smirked.

  “You’re wet. And not just from the ocean. I can smell your arousal, taste it.” He stopped, dipping a finger between my legs, then bringing it to his lips. His eyes closed as if in ecstasy, and he ordered, “Straddle me. Ride me.” He pulled me on top of him as he collapsed on the double chaise. His cock was even with my pussy as I sat across his lap, one leg on each side.

  My hand circled his girth, prodding a groan from Lincoln. Pre-cum beaded near the slit of his engorged shaft. I dabbed the wetness with my thumb, then sucked. “You taste good, too,” I murmured, skimming my body along his as I ground his length into the seam of my pussy.

  “Jesus, I wish I could have seen that. What do I taste like?” His voice and breathing were desperate.

  I palmed my hand up his chest to his face, pressing my cheek to his. “Salty seawater, fruit tea, and immense pleasure.”

  He moaned as I moved my body against him, dry-humping his dick. “You’re going to make me come before I’m even inside you. I know you think I’m pleasurable, but do you see me as dangerous?” His voice was barely a whisper.

  “Possibly the most dangerous man I’ve known because you could end up stealing everything from me, including my heart. And the worst thing is I’d let you because I love you.”

  My words snapped his resolve. Instantly, he’d pushed deep within me, his hands on my hips, making me rotate as he thrusted.

  “You’re always ready, so wet. I’ll never get enough.” He spoke between gritted teeth. Lines etched across his forehead as though he were deep in concentration.

  I lifted my body, then slid slowly down his shaft. His flesh pulsated as my pussy clenched. His hands went immediately under my ass and kept the momentum going. Our breathing had become loud as my eyes took in the lowered sun. My desire fragmented; I wanted him to never see my face, yet I wished with all my heart he could gaze at the view while we made love. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye because I knew I’d only be happy with one conclusion.

  “Hey, am I doing this alone?” he quipped softly.

  I picked up the pace, shifting my body. My climax erupted through me. I threw my head back as he emptied into me with an untamed growl.

  “Intense, so fucking incredible.” He panted, rubbing my back. “Just sit, stay still a moment. When you’re on top, it’s so extreme it heightens all my nerve-endings, too damn sensitive. My dick hurts.”

  I laughed. “Okay, so maybe we should forgo any more sex. I’d hate to put you in the hospital.”

  “I said a moment. Trust me; my cock will recover. Although, recovery times do vary. Being inside you, it takes longer. I’ve never been with a woman that can get me hard while I’m still fucking her and just came. Unique talent you have there.”

  “Oh yeah, that’s me with my bag of tricks. You went without for, what, six months? That’s why.”

  He shook his head. “Maybe because I love you and this veined piece of steel knows it.” He chuckled.

  “How eloquently romantic you are—I mean, for a writer and all,” I said, climbing off, feathering my hand across his shaft.

  He pushed my hands away. “Stop that. Poor thing is abused.”

  I reached for a towel, laughing, wrapping myself in it. My bathing suit lay on the ground, wet and full of sand. I put another towel across his lap. “Wrap that around your waist. Then we can go back to the house.”

  “You said you have no neighbors,” he stated, standing, tying it loosely around his abs.

  “My only thought was you could sunburn the poor little fellow,” I retorted.

  “Hey now, don’t bruise the ego. A man’s balls are his virtue. Besides, this ain’t little.” He grabbed his dick under the towel.

  “Okay, whatever you say. If the writing career doesn’t work out, you can go into porn. I’m sure they’d want you,” I joked.

  He mumbled something under his breath as I gathered our belongings and ushered him back to my house.

  I tossed our wet suits into the washer as I donned a robe. After handing him his travel bag, I guided him to the nearest bathroom. “Pretty much the same setup as yours. If you want to rinse off, the shower is directly in front of you. Sink and toilet right behind, or you can stay in the damp towel.”

  He answered by tossing the towel at me. Lincoln had decent aim for a blind man. “I’ll be out in a minute. Wait for me so I don’t get lost.”

  I closed the door, leaning against it. It must have been very confusing for him being here. It had taken time, but he had his route planned out in his own home; he knew where everything was. He made me forget constantly that he was blind. Sometimes he gave me the oddest looks; it was as though he could see. If that were true, he’d be screaming, not hanging around in your downstairs bathroom.

  Coming out, he bumped into me. He’d thrown on Hawaiian shorts with a white T-shirt. I’d packed in consideration of his sight, only neutral, solid-colored shirts.

  “You hungry? We can get some food and sit out on the veranda. The sun—” I stopped myself, my hand covering my mouth. “I’m sorry. God, I forget.”

  “Don’t apologize. You can tell me about the sunset in detail. Those are things I’ll be able to see through your eyes. I’m done worrying about this. I have everything I want now.”

  I stared at the ceiling, my hands by my sides.

  His shoulder bumped mine as he searched for my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. “Let’s get that delicious food Anai made for us and go watch that gorgeous sunset.”

  I wished I could be more like him. Lincoln had been so angry when we’d first met. Maybe it had been us that brought him to the realization that none of the other mattered. If only he could give me some of his strength.

  I sat him outside before I fixed up two plates. I wasn’t that hungry, so I piled his plate full with lobster salad. I set out the rolls and poured us glasses of iced tea. Normally, we would have wine with dinner. But with him not acclimated to his new surroundings yet, I assumed alcohol would make it harder.

  The sun
set was beautiful. Streaks of purple and orange cascaded across the sky. As we ate, I told him in as much detail what I saw. He appeared content just listening to my voice. He seemed complacent in this new life, the one of darkness he’d now endured for months. It wouldn’t be long until his memories wouldn’t be enough. Tiffany had told me that after a year, she forgot faces, places, and colors. Sometimes a smell would push her into instant recall, but that never happened often.

  “Are you good with this life? I mean, you appear to have adjusted to everything.” I sighed, realizing I was babbling. “Never mind. Just ignore me thinking out loud.”

  “I know what you meant. I suppose I’ll have to be. It is what it is. I can’t change it, and I’m tired of pretending one day it will come back. I have to get used to life without sight. It’s that simple.” He searched for my hand. I placed it on top of his. “I’ve always believed if one door closes, another opens. Well, you walked through that door. If I had to get a compensation prize, finding love is worth all of this. At least what happened made me cut down on smoking. Well, that and the surgeon said it wasn’t good for my eyes.”

  “I know this must be so hard for you. You’re a composer of words. You envisioned fictional scenery and created a universe. I can’t imagine a world with nothing but darkness.”

  He brought my hand to his lips. “You do know. Even though you have vision, your world has been just as void. As much as I was a word master, you were an icon. You lost the one thing you thought defined you. But you’re so wrong; you are so much more than a beautiful face, the ‘Perfect 10.’ You have so much to offer. I believe you can do more than you deem yourself capable of. You lost your beauty, not your heart and generous spirit, and both will outlast anything skin deep. You have no idea what you’ve given me. You inspired me to do more, not because I want to, but because you believe I’m able. If we have to live life differently because of what happened to us, then so be it. Because until you came along, my life wasn’t whole anyway. I just didn’t realize it. I filled most of it with imaginary characters and creative events. None of that was real, but you and me, we’re absolute.”

  I squeezed his hand tightly. He too had given me so much, but I still lived in angst over it slipping through my fingers. I had concerns my constant anxieties would eventually drive him from my life.

  As the sun began to set, the air grew cooler. We stayed outdoors until it was past dusk, then returned our dishes to the kitchen. After I loaded the dishwasher, I took him upstairs into my room.

  “So this is where you sleep, dreaming about me, I suppose,” he said, lying back on my bed. “It smells like you. Tell me about this room.”

  “Well, as you can feel, I have a huge, comfy bed. The room is big and painted almost white with just a hint of pink. I have modern furniture. All the electronics, television, and music are concealed in a cabinet. I have a large sliding-glass door with wall-to-wall white drapes and a beautiful balcony that overlooks my property. I can see the ocean from there. It’s rather a sparse area. I had no mirrors until six months ago. I didn’t want a daily reminder of what I’d lost.”

  He sat up. “Come here. Sit by me.”

  I crossed my arms and pierced him with a stare. “Is that just a ploy to coerce me into sex?”

  He shook his head while grinning. “Oh, hell no. Now, I’m not saying we won’t do it in this bed, but I’m saving up my resources”—he cupped his crotch—“for that bathtub. Take me there. I want to feel it. You know, because seeing it is off the table.”

  I cringed. Sometimes his words made me uncomfortable. I wondered if he acted so nonchalant for my benefit. “Oh, you are hilarious,” I commented, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom.

  He said a few words, then looked in my direction. “Crap, this room is huge. It has an echo. Are you sure we won’t need a map to find the toilet? I have to pee.”

  I chuckled. “The toilet is right in front of you if you do a full turn.”

  I watched as he swiveled and touched the cold porcelain. His fingertips dusted over the rim, lid, and tank, accidently reaching inside. “Shit, Jensyn, is that a fucking bidet?”

  I smiled in surprise. “I’m shocked Lincoln Bass knows what that is.”

  My reaction seemed to amuse him. “I am an adventurer, you know. Not to mention all my book tours. You do know my fame is worldwide. So yeah, I’m fully educated on what a bidet is. Just not sure how it will work, because I can’t see the fucker.”

  I tried to suppress a giggle, putting my hand over my mouth. It really wasn’t funny, but he sounded so perturbed over something so small. “I can turn it off,” I said, reaching to push the button.

  He inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Okay, let me piss. Then the tour shall continue.”

  I pulled up the lid, then closed the door behind me, giving him privacy. Although, in his world, I could have stayed and watched. Lincoln wasn’t shy. Once I heard the toilet flush, I let myself back in.

  “So I need to feel this tub.”

  I spun him around. “It would be safer if you got on your knees.” One dark brow lifted mischievously. “It would be easier. If you fall, you’re too heavy to pick up. God, Lincoln, you have a one-track mind.”

  His expression turned devilish as he pulled me against him. I could feel his strained erection as he pressed it against the hot juncture between my legs.

  “I thought you wanted to see my tub. It feels as though you have other things in mind,” I whispered, the urgency in my pussy beginning to infiltrate my entire body.

  Lincoln’s breath brushed my ear, making my nipples prickle into pinpoints. “I can’t help it. Being inside you is the only light in my dark world. You make me feel as though I’m one hundred percent.”

  I looked up. “Ditto. You’re more than adequate. You’re the one thing that makes me feel normal. It makes me happy I'm able to contribute something of worth to your life. I know I helped you finish the book, but this is so much more. You’re so much more. I need you to always remember, regardless of what I say or what happens, I will always love you.”

  “I like most of what you just said, but sometimes your words come across like you’re leaving me. Don’t do that, Jensyn. I can’t do this without you.”

  Not true. You would have been just fine if I hadn’t walked through your door. “Thanks for the compliment, but you’re capable in both body and mind. Much more than I am. I have no doubts at all that you would have survived all of this with or without me. I was just lucky enough to say yes to your brother. We should actually be thanking him. He did this.”

  His head nodded in agreement. “I’m not convinced all of this was sheer luck. I think Lucas orchestrated our meeting. If you think about it—and I’m sure you have—you didn’t want to be seen, and I couldn’t see. It was a perfect union. Okay, he took a chance because you were skeptical and I was, well, an angry douche. Thirteen years ago, you were me. Maybe he felt we’d relate to each other. I don’t think he considered our relationship would become intimate, and I doubt he thought we’d develop feelings, but my brother put this together. He had a purpose, one that would benefit us both. So yeah, I suppose everything he concocted warrants an extra-expensive Christmas present.”

  “Possibly a car?” I bantered.

  “He’ll get a Maserati if you marry me, maybe a Rolex for Christmas.”

  I had no idea why marrying me was such an issue with this man. “Okay, can we get back to the subject at hand?” I said, wanting to divert the conversation as usual.

  “Sure,” he replied, sliding down to the floor and pivoting on his knees. His hands skimmed over the edge of the tub as he followed the lines. “Damn, this baby is long and deep, kind of how I plan to fuck you.” He stretched his arms out across the base. “Definitely made for two. I may even be able to stretch out my legs. You have bubbles, right?”

  I bowed my head to his. “I’m shocked. You don’t come off as an aromatherapy kind of man.” I’d forgotten how many bath products this man owned.


  “I haven’t taken a bath in years. I want this to be romantic as hell. Candles and music, too.”

  I was about to state the obvious about the candles, but he wanted the candlelight for me. Lincoln wished for a night filled with ambiance. It didn’t matter if he could see or not. He would be able to tell in my posture and the tone of my voice. For the first time, I could see myself with him long term. His demeanor had a way of soothing my worries and making me feel self-assured. He treated me as though I were the only thing in his life that mattered.

  “You want some wine or champagne to go with those bubbles?” I said, helping him up and guiding him back to my room. I knew we would be staying there for the night, and he’d be safe, even drinking. I also wanted to commemorate our time together. I’d never brought a single person to this house. I doubted he could conceive how extraordinary, how much of a turning point, this truly was.

  “Champagne. What vintage did you have in mind?”

  “Oh, so now you’re a spirit connoisseur? I’ll have to go down to the wine cellar and check.”

  He stopped short. “Okay, what the hell, Jensyn? You have a wine cellar? Tell me you have a ‘playroom,’ too.”

  I laughed heartily. “Nope, sorry. I had no design plans for that. Remember when you told me I was the only woman you’d ever had in your home besides Kami?” Her name coated my tongue like a bad taste. “Well, the same goes here. You’re the only person I’ve allowed in my estate.”

  “So I am special?” He teased.

  “I suppose,” I retorted.

  He found his way to the edge of the bed and sat. “So how about that champagne? I’d go with you, but I’ll be no help. I’ll just stay here and watch—listen to the television.” He grinned.

  I turned the TV to local news. “I’ll be right back.”

  He saluted as he leaned back on the bed. Oh boy, the way he looked right now was definitely picture worthy. His dark coloring had returned from the excess amount of sun today. The Hawaiian shorts accented his long, lean legs that were now deeply tan. I’d made him put on his white shirt at dinner; looking at that corded body made eating difficult. His hair had grown since I’d cut it, and being outdoors had bleached the tips. His stubble had gotten thicker from only shaving every few days. The Polynesian heritage and lighter hair made his eyes hypnotizing. Just thinking of what lay in my bed, waiting, made my nipples pebble and my skin heat. I could blame it on my slight sunburn, but desire coiled within me.