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but he catches my wrists with his other hand and holds them together and away from my stimulated zones. He’s very strong.
“Don’t think about it,” he says, “just lie back and enjoy it.”
His flickering of my poor, brutalized hood accelerates. I cry out piteously – moans that ring out and echo in the cavern of my ears. My pleasure mounts, and I float along on an ascending crest, like a gathering wave.
I writhe even more. It’s as though my body is a soaking whip of ecstasy.
Something clever, deft and wet – which can only be his tongue – descends onto my clit. One scorching lick, and it’s all I can do to trip into a blinding and deafening explosion of all my senses and consciousness.
Ohhhhhhh! For the sweet love of God!
My mind is a whirlwind of color and non-color, of sound and no sound, of everything tangible and intangible, and I ride and ride this ecstatic rainbow wave until it becomes a gargantuan tsunami, and I scream and scream until I have no voice left. It seems relentless and never-ending. Every time I think I’m about to ebb, another wave hits me and I’m buoyed by it even further. My body shudders and contorts and I grip the sides of the massage bed as though I’m a lone survivor clinging to a life raft.
So this is what it’s like.
It’s heaven. And pure bliss.
Bliss on tap.
If only I had known it was going to be like this, I would have done it sooner.
The orgasm takes me deep into the darkness, and I shudder and quake until it subsides. The fibers of my muscles butterfly in its aftermath, and then still into a satisfied relaxation. The tsunami crashes onto shore.
I’m left delirious and basking in its afterglow.
I feel his lips against my mouth and his hand between my legs. I taste my own sourish wetness on him.
“It’ll be even better when I finally take you,” he says. “But not this week. I promised and I keep my promises. Unless you want me to.”
I catch his hopeful anticipation in my velvety darkness.
“I’m not ready,” I say weakly.
“I understand.” He tries to mask the disappointment in his voice.
CHRIS
The next day is a Saturday and I plan a whole day out for the two of us. I skirted briefly with impressing her – such as with a fanciful dinner at a restaurant you have to book months ahead to get into. But then I figure that’s not really the way I should go about it.
I should make myself out to be the most down-to-earth guy possible. Her type of guy.
Why the fuck am I trying to impress her anyway? That’s the question I should be asking myself. It’s like being back at high school, and even then, I didn’t have to try too hard.
Except for Selena. I tried really hard for Selena.
Beth is Selena all over again. They even have the same coloring. A shared aura that awakes within me the desire to impress.
“Let’s go to the pier,” I announce.
“Navy Pier”
“Yeah. Candy floss, kiddy museums, barking seals, IMAX. What’s there not to like?”
We go to Navy Pier and hire a speedboat to go out into the lake. Beth sits at the bottom, a sunhat shielding her eyes. The smell of fresh water stings our nostrils and our skin is chafed by the wind. With her long tresses streaming behind her, she’s a glorious sight that can melt the hardest of hearts.
I grip the side of the boat. What the hell is the matter with me?
We buy popcorn at a kiosk and take a river walk to watch the leisurely boats go by. I haven’t been on a real ‘date’ for the longest time. My trysts have mostly consisted of dinner and clubbing, followed by sex. I must admit that being with someone else – even without the promise of sex at the tail end – is sorta . . . well, nice .
We are finishing a nice seafood and steak lunch at Smith and Wollensky’s by State when my cellphone beeps.
Shit.
That’s a number I never want to see flashing in such an urgent manner.
“Sorry, I’ve got to take this,” I tell Beth.
She looks concerned. “Is there anything I can
“Don’t think about it,” he says, “just lie back and enjoy it.”
His flickering of my poor, brutalized hood accelerates. I cry out piteously – moans that ring out and echo in the cavern of my ears. My pleasure mounts, and I float along on an ascending crest, like a gathering wave.
I writhe even more. It’s as though my body is a soaking whip of ecstasy.
Something clever, deft and wet – which can only be his tongue – descends onto my clit. One scorching lick, and it’s all I can do to trip into a blinding and deafening explosion of all my senses and consciousness.
Ohhhhhhh! For the sweet love of God!
My mind is a whirlwind of color and non-color, of sound and no sound, of everything tangible and intangible, and I ride and ride this ecstatic rainbow wave until it becomes a gargantuan tsunami, and I scream and scream until I have no voice left. It seems relentless and never-ending. Every time I think I’m about to ebb, another wave hits me and I’m buoyed by it even further. My body shudders and contorts and I grip the sides of the massage bed as though I’m a lone survivor clinging to a life raft.
So this is what it’s like.
It’s heaven. And pure bliss.
Bliss on tap.
If only I had known it was going to be like this, I would have done it sooner.
The orgasm takes me deep into the darkness, and I shudder and quake until it subsides. The fibers of my muscles butterfly in its aftermath, and then still into a satisfied relaxation. The tsunami crashes onto shore.
I’m left delirious and basking in its afterglow.
I feel his lips against my mouth and his hand between my legs. I taste my own sourish wetness on him.
“It’ll be even better when I finally take you,” he says. “But not this week. I promised and I keep my promises. Unless you want me to.”
I catch his hopeful anticipation in my velvety darkness.
“I’m not ready,” I say weakly.
“I understand.” He tries to mask the disappointment in his voice.
CHRIS
The next day is a Saturday and I plan a whole day out for the two of us. I skirted briefly with impressing her – such as with a fanciful dinner at a restaurant you have to book months ahead to get into. But then I figure that’s not really the way I should go about it.
I should make myself out to be the most down-to-earth guy possible. Her type of guy.
Why the fuck am I trying to impress her anyway? That’s the question I should be asking myself. It’s like being back at high school, and even then, I didn’t have to try too hard.
Except for Selena. I tried really hard for Selena.
Beth is Selena all over again. They even have the same coloring. A shared aura that awakes within me the desire to impress.
“Let’s go to the pier,” I announce.
“Navy Pier”
“Yeah. Candy floss, kiddy museums, barking seals, IMAX. What’s there not to like?”
We go to Navy Pier and hire a speedboat to go out into the lake. Beth sits at the bottom, a sunhat shielding her eyes. The smell of fresh water stings our nostrils and our skin is chafed by the wind. With her long tresses streaming behind her, she’s a glorious sight that can melt the hardest of hearts.
I grip the side of the boat. What the hell is the matter with me?
We buy popcorn at a kiosk and take a river walk to watch the leisurely boats go by. I haven’t been on a real ‘date’ for the longest time. My trysts have mostly consisted of dinner and clubbing, followed by sex. I must admit that being with someone else – even without the promise of sex at the tail end – is sorta . . . well, nice .
We are finishing a nice seafood and steak lunch at Smith and Wollensky’s by State when my cellphone beeps.
Shit.
That’s a number I never want to see flashing in such an urgent manner.
“Sorry, I’ve got to take this,” I tell Beth.
She looks concerned. “Is there anything I can
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