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said, although she could see that I was more than ready. I bent and kissed the inside of her thighs as she spread them wide, licking my way towards her. She moaned again. ‘Now, Oz, now.’
‘Yes, Primavera, yes!’ I covered her and she took me into herself with a supple movement, the sweetest embrace I had ever known. We lay entwined, barely moving. Her tongue was in my mouth again, her fingers wound through my crinkly hair. She pulled my head back and looked at me with smouldering eyes. ‘This is right!’ she hissed. Then her eyelids flickered and she began to shudder, gripping me tight, inside, tighter than I had ever imagined. Her fingers dug into my back, and she cried out, once, twice, again, again. And then I realised that two voices were calling out and that one of them was mine. I was lost. As I thrust into her and held myself there, we were washed by wave upon wave of sensation, by a feeling that every nerve-ending in our bodies was being bathed in soothing oil. It went on and on until I thought it would never stop, but finally the crest was reached and we started back down the slope towards the world, a world which I knew now, for certain, would never be the same again.
She lay there, eyes closed, with a sheen of sweat on her face. I licked it off; she tasted salty and sublime on my tongue. I felt myself start to subside, but she held me inside her. ‘No, don’t go,’ she sighed. ‘I want to keep you there for ever.’
‘That’s all right with me,’ I said. ‘I can’t think of a better place to be. Primavera ... stop me if you think I’m being daft, but ... Primavera Phillips, you are the most beautiful, wonderful woman I have ever met, and I love you. You’re the dream I’ve had all my life, and now you’re here.
‘I know we’ve still to see our first sun come up together, but say you’ll stay with me.’
She touched my cheek with her soft, strong hand. ‘I’ll stay with you for now, Osbert Blackstone. But you’re crazy; you don’t know me. You never really know another person. Some people, many people, maybe most people don’t even know themselves.’
I smiled, filled up to the brim with more happiness than I had ever imagined I could hold. ‘I know myself, lover. And whatever you say I know you too. I want you now, and for all the tomorrows I’ve got coming.’
We lay there, in each other’s arms, together. I closed my eyes, as she began to move over my body, sliding, animalistic. Suddenly I felt her nails dig deep into my chest. I don’t mind being submissive on the odd occasion, but I’ve never been too good at masochism.
‘Oww!’ I yelled with the pain ...
... and suddenly I was wide awake, staring into Wallace’s accusatory reptilian eye. His claws were digging sharply into my pecs as he balanced himself upon me.
‘Get off me, you green bastard,’ I hissed, picking him up, carefully to avoid ripping more flesh, and placing him gently on the floor. I had forgotten that the settee was one of Wallace’s favourite night-spots. I lay there, under my lonely blanket, in my bulging boxers, and tried to go back to my dream. But it was no use. Instead, I lay there, listening to the sleep sounds of Primavera Phillips, comparing them with those of Jan, my other night visitor. I decided that they were much the same, except that I hadn’t noticed Prim farting yet.
‘Two people are truly together,’my Dad told me once, when he was giving me my degree course in the meaning of life, ‘only when they can fart freely and as loud as they please in each other’s company.’ I remember looking at him, appalled, quite certain that my Mother had never farted in her life.
I chuckled in the dark, quietly, lest I disturb Prim’s melodious sleep.
‘... at this moment in time, absolutely out of the question.’ She had said, but with a delicious smile that told me she was in no way offended that I had put the proposition to her. And so we had retired, she to the bed, and me to the
‘Yes, Primavera, yes!’ I covered her and she took me into herself with a supple movement, the sweetest embrace I had ever known. We lay entwined, barely moving. Her tongue was in my mouth again, her fingers wound through my crinkly hair. She pulled my head back and looked at me with smouldering eyes. ‘This is right!’ she hissed. Then her eyelids flickered and she began to shudder, gripping me tight, inside, tighter than I had ever imagined. Her fingers dug into my back, and she cried out, once, twice, again, again. And then I realised that two voices were calling out and that one of them was mine. I was lost. As I thrust into her and held myself there, we were washed by wave upon wave of sensation, by a feeling that every nerve-ending in our bodies was being bathed in soothing oil. It went on and on until I thought it would never stop, but finally the crest was reached and we started back down the slope towards the world, a world which I knew now, for certain, would never be the same again.
She lay there, eyes closed, with a sheen of sweat on her face. I licked it off; she tasted salty and sublime on my tongue. I felt myself start to subside, but she held me inside her. ‘No, don’t go,’ she sighed. ‘I want to keep you there for ever.’
‘That’s all right with me,’ I said. ‘I can’t think of a better place to be. Primavera ... stop me if you think I’m being daft, but ... Primavera Phillips, you are the most beautiful, wonderful woman I have ever met, and I love you. You’re the dream I’ve had all my life, and now you’re here.
‘I know we’ve still to see our first sun come up together, but say you’ll stay with me.’
She touched my cheek with her soft, strong hand. ‘I’ll stay with you for now, Osbert Blackstone. But you’re crazy; you don’t know me. You never really know another person. Some people, many people, maybe most people don’t even know themselves.’
I smiled, filled up to the brim with more happiness than I had ever imagined I could hold. ‘I know myself, lover. And whatever you say I know you too. I want you now, and for all the tomorrows I’ve got coming.’
We lay there, in each other’s arms, together. I closed my eyes, as she began to move over my body, sliding, animalistic. Suddenly I felt her nails dig deep into my chest. I don’t mind being submissive on the odd occasion, but I’ve never been too good at masochism.
‘Oww!’ I yelled with the pain ...
... and suddenly I was wide awake, staring into Wallace’s accusatory reptilian eye. His claws were digging sharply into my pecs as he balanced himself upon me.
‘Get off me, you green bastard,’ I hissed, picking him up, carefully to avoid ripping more flesh, and placing him gently on the floor. I had forgotten that the settee was one of Wallace’s favourite night-spots. I lay there, under my lonely blanket, in my bulging boxers, and tried to go back to my dream. But it was no use. Instead, I lay there, listening to the sleep sounds of Primavera Phillips, comparing them with those of Jan, my other night visitor. I decided that they were much the same, except that I hadn’t noticed Prim farting yet.
‘Two people are truly together,’my Dad told me once, when he was giving me my degree course in the meaning of life, ‘only when they can fart freely and as loud as they please in each other’s company.’ I remember looking at him, appalled, quite certain that my Mother had never farted in her life.
I chuckled in the dark, quietly, lest I disturb Prim’s melodious sleep.
‘... at this moment in time, absolutely out of the question.’ She had said, but with a delicious smile that told me she was in no way offended that I had put the proposition to her. And so we had retired, she to the bed, and me to the
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