cb.imajica1-第65节

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e　him　staring　down　at　her　with　something　very　like　awe　on　his　face。　Sliding　her　fingers　beneath　testicles　and　stem；　she　raised　the　curiosity　to　her　mouth　and　took　it　inside；　then　she　dropped　both　hands　to　her　blouse　and　began　to　unbutton。　But　he'd　no　sooner　started　to　harden　in　her　mouth　than　he　murmured　a　denial；　withdrew　his　member；　and　stepped　back　from　her；　pulling　up　his　underwear。
　〃Why　are　you　doing　this？〃　he　said。
　〃I'm　enjoying　it。〃
　He　was　genuinely　agitated；　she　saw；　shaking　his　head；　covering　the　bulge　in　his　underwear　in　a　new　fit　of　bashful…ness。
　〃For　whose　sake？〃　he　said。　〃You　don't　have　to；　you　know。〃
　〃I　know。〃
　〃I　wonder？〃　he　said；　genuine　puzzlement　in　his　voice。
　〃I　don't　want　to　use　you。〃
　〃I　wouldn't　let　you。〃
　〃Maybe　you　wouldn't　know。〃
　This　remark　inflamed　her。　A　rage　rose　such　as　she'd　not　felt　in　a　long　while。　She　stood　up。
　〃I　know　what　I　want；〃　she　said；　〃but　I'm　not　about　to　beg　for　it。〃
　〃That's　not　what　I'm　saying。〃
　〃What　are　you　saying？〃
　〃That　I　want　you　too。〃
　〃So　do　something　about　it；〃　she　said。
　He　seemed　to　find　her　fury　freshly　arousing　and　stepped　towards　her　again；　saying　her　name　in　a　voice　almost　pained　with　feeling。　〃I'd　like　to　undress　you；〃　he　said。　〃Would　you　mind？〃
　〃No。〃
　〃I　don't　want　you　to　do　anything…〃
　〃Then　I　won't。〃
　〃…except　lie　down。〃
　She　did　so。　He　turned　off　the　bathroom　light；　then　came　to　the　edge　of　the　bed　and　looked　down　at　her。　His　bulk　was　emphasized　by　the　light　from　the　lamp；　which　threw　his　shadow　up　to　the　ceiling。　Quantity　had　never　seemed　an　arousing　quality　hitherto；　but　in　him　she　found　it　intensely　attractive；　evidence　as　it　was　of　his　excesses　and　his　appetites。　Here　was　a　man　who　would　not　be　contained　by　one　world；　one　set　of　experiences；　but　who　was　kneeling　now　like　a　slave　in　front　of　her；　his　expression　that　of　one　obsessed。
　With　consummate　tenderness；　he　began　to　undress　her。　She'd　known　fetishists　before…men　to　whom　she　was　not　an　individual　but　a　hook　upon　which　some　particular　item　was　hung　for　worship。　If　there　was　any　such　particular　in　this　man's　head；　it　was　the　body　he　now　began　to　uncover；　proceeding　to　do　so　in　an　order　and　manner　that　made　some　fevered　sense　to　him。　First　he　slipped　off　her　underpants；　then　he　finished　unbuttoning　her　blouse；　without　removing　it。　Next　he　teased　her　breasts　from　her　bra；　so　that　they　were　available　to　his　toying；　but　then　didn't　play　there　but　went　to　her　shoes；　removing　them　and　setting　them　beside　the　bed　before　hoisting　up　her　skirt　so　as　to　have　a　view　of　her　sex。　Here　his　eyes　lingered；　his　fingers　advancing　up　her　thigh　to　the　crease　of　her　groin；　then　retreating。　Not　once　did　he　look　at　her　face。　She　looked　at　his；　however；　enjoying　the　zeal　and　veneration　there。　Finally　he　rewarded　his　own　diligence　with　kisses。　First　on　her　lower　legs；　moving　up　towards　her　knees；　then　her　stomach　and　her　breasts；　and　finally　returning　to　her　thighs　and　up　into　the　place　he'd　forbidden　them　both　till　now。　She　was　ready　for　pleasure；　and　he　supplied　it；　his　huge　hand　caressing　her　breasts　as　he　tongued　her。　She　closed　her　eyes　as　he　unfolded　her；　alive　to　every　drop　of　moisture　on　her　labia　and　legs。　When　he　rose　from　this　to　finish　undressing　her…skirt　first；　then　blouse　and　bra…her　face　was　hot　and　her　breath　fast。　He　tossed　the　clothes　onto　the　floor　and　stood　up　again；　taking　her　knees　and　pushing　them　up　and　back；　spreading　her　for　his　delectation；　and　holding　her　there；　prettily　exposed。
　〃Finger　yourself；〃　he　said；　not　letting　her　go。
　She　put　her　hands　between　her　legs　and　made　a　show　for　him。　He'd　slickened　her　well；　but　her　fingers　went　deeper　than　his　tongue；　readying　herself　for　the　curiosity。　He　gorged　on　the　sight；　meanwhile；　glancing　up　to　her　face　several　times；　then　returning　to　the　spectacle　below。　All　trace　of　his　previous　hesitation　had　gone。　He　encouraged　her　with　his　admiration；　calling　her　a　host　of　sweet　names；　his　tented　underwear　proof…as　if　she　needed　it…of　his　arousal。　She　started　to　push　her　hips　up　from　the　bed　to　meet　her　fingers；　and　he　took　firmer　grip　of　her　knees　as　she　moved；　opening　her　wider　still。　Lifting　his　right　hand　to　his　mouth　he　licked　his　middle　finger　and　put　it　down　against　her　pucker　of　her　other　hole；　rubbing　it　gently。
　〃Will　you　suck　me　now？〃　he　asked　her。　〃Just　a　little？〃
　〃Show　me　it；〃　she　said。
　He　stepped　away　from　her　and　took　off　his　underwear。　The　curiosity　was　now　fully　risen　and　florid。　She　sat　up　and　put　it　back　between　her　lips；　one　hand　holding　it　by　its　pulsing　root　while　the　other　continued　its　dalliance　with　her　own　sex。　She'd　never　been　good　at　guessing　the　point　at　which　the　milk　boiled　over；　so　she　took　it　from　the　heat　of　her　mouth　to　cool　him　a　little；　glancing　up　at　him　as　she　did　so。　Either　the　extraction　or　her　glance　set　him　off；　however。
　〃Damn！〃　he　said。　〃Damn！〃；　and　started　to　step　back　from　her；　his　hand　going　down　to　his　groin　to　take　the　curiosity　in　a　stranglehold。
　It　seemed　he　might　have　succeeded；　as　two　desultory　dribbles　ran　from　its　head。　Then　his　testicles　unleashed　their　flood；　and　it　came　forth　in　unmon　abundance。　He　moaned　as　it　came；　as　much　in　self…admonishment　as　pleasure；　she　thought；　that　assumption　confirmed　when　he'd　emptied　his　sac　upon　the　floor。
　〃I'm　sorry　。　。　。〃　he　said；　〃。。；　I'm　sorry。　。　。。〃
　〃There's　no　need；〃　she　said；　standing　up　and　putting　her　lips　to　his。　He　continued　to　murmur　his　apologies；　however。
　〃I　haven't　done　that　in　a　long　time；〃　he　said。　〃So　adolescent。〃
　She　kept　her　silence；　knowing　anything　she　said　would　only　begin　a　further　round　of　self…reproach。　He　slipped　away　into　the　bathroom　to　find　a　towel。　When　he　returned　she　was　picking　up　her　clothes。
　〃Are　you　going？〃　he　said。
　〃Only　to　my　room。〃
　〃Do　you　have　to？〃　he　said。　〃I　know　that　wasn't　much　of　a　performance；　but　。　。　。　the　bed's　big　enough　for　us　both。　And　I　don't　snore。〃
　〃The　bed's　enormous。〃
　〃So　。　。　。　would　you　stay？〃　he　said。
　〃I'd　like　to。〃
　He　made　a　charming　smile。　〃I'm　honored；〃　he　said。　〃Will　you　excuse　me　a　moment？〃
　He　switched　the　bathroom　light　back　on　and　disappeared　inside；　closing　the　door；　leaving　her　to　lie　back　on　the　bed　and　wonder　at　this　whole　turn　of　events。　Its　very　oddness　seemed　appropriate。　After　all；　this　whole　journey　had　begun　with　an　act　of　misplaced　love：　love　bee　murder。　Now　a　new　dislocation。　Here　she　was；　lying　in　the　bed　of　a　man　with　a　body　far　from　beautiful；　whose　bulk　she　longed　to　have　upon　her；　whose　hands　were　capable　of　fratricide　but　aroused　her　like　none　she'd　ever　known；　who'd　walked　more　worlds　than　an　opium　poet；　but　couldn't　speak　love　without　stumbling；　who　was　a　titan；　and　yet。　afraid。　She　made　a　nest　among　his　duck…down　pillows　and　waited　there　for　him　to　e　back　and　tell　her　a　story　of　love。
　He　reappeared　after　a　long　while　and　slipped　beneath　the　sheets　beside　her。　True　to　her　imaginings；　he　said　he　loved　her　at　last；　but　only　once　he'd　turned　the　light　out；　and　his　eyes　were　not　available　for　study。
　When　she　slept；　it　was　deeply；　and　when　she　woke　again；　it　was　like　sleeping；　dark　and　pleasurable；　the　former　because　the　drapes　were　still　drawn；　and　between　their　cracks　she　could　see　that　the　sky　was　still　benighted；　the　latter　because　Oscar　was　behind　her；　and　inside。　One　of　his　hands　was　upon　her　breast；　the　other　lifting　her　leg　so　that　he　could　ease　his　upward　stroke。　He'd　entered　her　with　skill　and　discretion；　she　realized。　Not　only　had　he　not　stirred　her　until　he　was　embedded；　but　he'd　chosen　the　virgin　passage；　which…had　he　suggested　it　while　she　was　awake…she'd　have　attempted　to　coax　him　from；　fearing　the　disfort。　In　truth；　there　was　none；　though　the　sensation　was　quite　unlike　anything　she'd　felt　before。　He　kissed　her　neck　and　shoulder　blade；　light　kisses；　as　though　he　was　unaware　of　her　wakefulness。　She　made　it　known　with　a　sigh。　His　stroke　slowed　and　stopped；　but　she　pressed　her　buttocks　back　to　meet　his　thrust；　satisfying　his　curiosity　as　to　the　limit　of　its　access；　which　was　to　say　none。　She　was　happy　to　accept　him　entirely；　trapping　his　hand　against　her　breast　to　press　it　to　rougher　service；　while　putting　her　own　at　the　connecting　place。　He'd　dutifully　slipped　on　a　condom　before　entering　her；　which；　together　with　the　fact　that　he'd　already　poured　forth　once　tonight；　made　him　a　near　perfect　lover：　slow　and　certain。
　She　didn't　use　the　dark　to　reconfigure　him。　The　man　pressing　his　face　into　her　hair；　and　biting　at　her　shoulder；　wasn't…like　the　mystif　he'd　described…a　reflection　of　imagined　ideals。　It　was　Oscar　Godolphin；　paunch；　curiosity；　and　all。　What　she　did　reconfigure　was　herself；　so　that　she　became　in　her　mind's　eye　a　glyph　of　sensation：　a　line　dividing　from　the　coil　of　her　pierced　core；　up　through　her　belly　to　the　points　of　her　breasts；　then　intersecting　again　at　her　nape；　crossing　and　being　woven　spirals　beneath　the　hood　of　her　skull。　Her　imagination　added　a　further　refinement；　inscribing　a　circle　around　this　figure；　which　burned　in　the　darkness　behind　her　lips　like　a　vision。　Her　rapture　was　perfected　then：　being　an　abstraction　in　his　arms；　yet　pleasured　like　flesh。　There　was　no　greater　luxury。
　He　asked　if　they　might　move；　saying　only；　〃The　wound。　。　。〃　by　way　of　explanation。