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own. His eyes drew mine and his pupils darkened as I met
his.
    Yes, he knew.
    He cleared his throat and took a step back, breaking
our connection.
    “I will see you tomorrow.”
    I nodded. I was not capable of much more, either.
     
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    I wait on the bed for him. He had asked that I
undress and await him there and so I did. The fire burned casting a
glow over the room, and I lay under the coverlet trembling with
anticipation.
    The door opened and he shut it behind him
quickly.
    He still wore his dark blue velveteen wedding jacket
and I drank in his beauty. His wide dark eyes, his broad shoulders.
His hands.
    He comes and stands at the end of the bed and I hold
my breath within me. He captures my gaze as he starts to take off
his coat. He unties his cravat, takes off is vest, and slips out of
his shirt. I could not have taken my eyes off of him had my life
been threatened.
    Slowly he divests his clothes and I stare transfixed.
I looked him over like a horse I would purchase and I revel in not
being the one undressed and at a disadvantage.
    He is brazen in his nakedness and ego and stands
there, letting me look at him all that I wish. I start at his eyes
and work my way down to the shaft that hangs heavy and long between
his legs. My hand, as if doesn’t belong to me, reaches out on its
own accord to touch it. It is hot and smooth under my fingertips,
and I glance up to watch his face. His mouth is tight, almost a
grimace, but he stands like a statue, allowing me my explorations.
I encircle him with my hand and slowly draw down to the base of him
and his breath hitches, but he still does not move. This time I
drag my fingertip down his length to his sac and weigh him in the
cup of my hand. I run my fingers back up and around the plum shaped
tip. The muscles in his thighs twitch and he arches toward me.
    I flip the sheet back and sit on the edge of the bed
and stare and the length of him which bobs at my face. A bead of
moisture weeps at his tip, and I wonder if my tongue can touch this
part of him. I want to, but I fear myself too brazen and instead I
press my finger to the tear and bring it to my mouth.
    Its salty bland taste spread over her tongue and I
close my eyes.
    In a breath he is on top of me, covering me head to
toe. His weight sinks me into the mattress and I might have been
scared had I not been so relieved. Our skin is hot and its own
thing. I feel him everywhere and he is touching all of me and yet
not in the place in me that wants him most. I don’t know what is
right, but I lift my thighs over his hips and pull him in closer if
that can even be possible. His hand presses between us and down to
my nethers. My desire is apparent, and he remembers my body well,
stroking me ever so lightly on my pearl. I suck my lip into my
mouth and lift my hips higher. All these years of wanting something
that I could not comprehend and now I am about to be brought into
understanding.
    A moan escapes my lips and he pushes his erection
into me until it cannot go further and like a gas lamp popping on I
realize how treatment was a vain attempt simulating something no
machine can duplicate.
    He pistons me like the machine, but it’s not the same
at all. His skin is hot, his breathing is all I can hear until my
heart beats to his metronome. His arms, rippling with strength are
columns around me and he is filling me over and over again until
I’m spinning in pleasure beneath him. It shatters around me and
over me and as soon as I calm I want it again immediately. So I
cling to him, and am in ecstasy and hell. Ecstasy, for I have found
heaven. Hell, because I now know that all the treatment in the
world would never have cured me. It would only have served to show
the vast chasm that lay between the two.
    Everything overwhelms me and my throat begins to
tighten. Tears fall into my hair. I cannot help them.
    He must feel them because he pauses and the pad of
his thumb brushes my cheek.
    “Are you not well pleasured?” he