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will be my man, for my
hands and body and eyes and mouth alone.
    I free my lips to say, “This time.”
    “Yes?”
    “This time,” I say again, and start to move my hips beneath
his. “You’re joining me.”
    “As you say.” He pushes back up onto straight arms, sliding
his hot, hard cock out with the slowest withdrawal. Back in, a bit faster. Soon
we’re racing once more, and I know this time he’ll make good on his promise. I
can tell from his voice and the tendons rising along his throat, he’s not far
from madness. It would be mean to make him wait too long. And yet…
    I make the fingers on my clit grow sleepy, touching myself
with the laziest caresses and letting my orgasm draw back a pace or two.
    “You’re not done?” he asks, confused.
    “No, no. Just don’t want to rush the show.” I eye his
laboring body.
    “You have me on a hair trigger,” he says with a smile. “I
hope you’re not planning to make me suffer.”
    “Certainly not.” But I would like to wind him up as tight as
possible and blow his fascinating, fractured mind. “I just don’t see any need
to rush things.”
    His smile turns ominous. “You try my patience.”
    “You shouldn’t have tricked me.”
    His eyes narrow and he rests his weight on one arm, sliding
his other hand across my belly, knocking mine aside.
    “Hey.”
    His thumb is on my clit, rubbing. Rubbing in those perfect,
tight circles that have made my toes curl so many nights before. I push at his
wrist but he won’t let me budge his hand. In a few breaths’ time, I don’t care.
I don’t care if my chance to torture him is through, or if our equanimity has
been replaced by this smug little game. All I care about is how good his cock
feels taking pleasure from my body, how skilled his touch is. How his face
looks when his desire is stronger than his self-control.
    My clit is a match, his thumb a striker. Each practiced
stroke brings a brighter spark, tiny little bursts of pleasure.
    “Didier.”
    “Yes. Again.” His thrusts grow mean. “Come for me.”
    As my release mounts, I watch his arm. Strong, draped in
trim muscle, locked and hard from the physicality of this sex. Tendons flex and
I realize what a remarkable machine the body is, and how Didier’s is so
perfectly maintained and polished for exactly these deeds.
    Soon I’ll be the only woman allowed his services. I came
here looking for the shiny machine, but if he should grow softer when it’s just
the two of us, me the lone woman he has to please… If he sacrifices some of his
rigorous calisthenics and lifts fewer weights in favor of walks with me… I
won’t mind. His smile will stay the same, and his sweet words, and his
beautiful heart.
    I came to him seeking startling, rare beauty in a context
that couldn’t hurt me. But now it’s the rest of him I want, so badly I’m only
happy to take the risk. I never knew I could feel all this, and even the fear
of losing it won’t stop me from tackling it to the ground and rolling around
with it, feeling every ounce of this happiness until the time comes to say
goodbye. Next week or next year or when I’m a bony old lady. It doesn’t matter.
All that matters is the present, and the present is without a doubt the most
wonderful place I’ve ever visited. I’ll pack my bags and move in for an
extended stay, if it’ll have me.
    “Caroly.” There’s a plea in his voice. Get out of your
head. Get back to objectifying me. Come, so I can do the same before I lose my
mind.
    “I love you,” I tell him.
    “I love you. So much.” It’s hotter than the filthiest words
he’s ever uttered to me under this canopy, and I’m a goner. My back arches so
sharply my nipples brush his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck and shut my
eyes, thinking of nothing but the friction of his thumb on my clit and the
hard, thick length of him driving deep.
    “Didier.”
    “ Yes. ”
    I come, shuddering and gasping, and I hear him right there
with me, a serenade of