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back in as deep as I could. Memorizing him with my fingertips, the hard swell of his thighs under his skin, the curly ginger hair on his legs, the smell of summertime and salt water on his cock.
    “Fuck my mouth, Edward. Faster,” I wanted him to just let go. Into her and into me. I wanted him to see it was all okay. I was a woman, he was a man, she was gone and he had to let her go. “This can be our good bye, my love.”
    Some say mind fuck, I say therapy. I sucked him until he broke. His face going from troubled to spiritual in a heartbeat. His dark tanned fists clutching at me, my hair, my face, the sheets. He twisted them in his hands and yanked like he was dying. “God, oh, God, Good-bye.” He said it over and over again like a prayer, like a mantra. And I hoped it was real.
    I sat back on my heels. The pearls had slipped down into my nightie and they tickled my belly, nearly brushing the top of my mound. My heart pounded in my ears so it was a struggle to hear his harsh breathing. It was fully dark, nothing but the light from the streetlamp outside to light us. The AC hissed on again and blissfully chilled air billowed the skirt of my nightie from the wall vent behind me. I yelped in surprise, laughed softly. His hands came out of the darkness and touched my face. “Come up here, sweetheart.”
    Suddenly I was afraid. What if that had been the wrong thing to do? What if he thought me callus or cruel or God help me, just plain nasty? I hadn't meant it to be kinky per se but could understand how some might think that. What if he did?
    I went though, took his hands and stood, crawled onto the high antique bed beside him. I couldn't see him, but I knew the bed. It was the first time I'd been in this bed since I was a little girl and a thunderstorm had driven me to huddle under the sheets between them, the then happily married couple. The sheets were high count cotton, the mattress firm, the bed frame walnut, the man cherished.
    I laid back facing the ceiling that I could feel but could not see. Holding my breath, I waited. Would he be happy or mad at me? I felt him roll to me, his face right up to mine, breath mingling with my breath. His cock brushed my thigh. He was hard again. No talking. Kissing. Kisses that warmed me and lit me up on the inside. Kisses that made me take him in my hand and turn to press his length to me. My lips felt bruised, my heart somewhat bruised as well. A steady thump of desire filled my pussy but anxiety filled my chest.
    Uncle Ed put his hands to my waist, pushed the nightgown high and off. His hands worked me up the mattress and the whole bed rocked before a small splash of light ignited in the darkness. The nightlight on the baseboard glowed like a single gentle match. He took the pearls in his hand, his mouth crushing down on mine. Fingers found my pussy and he shoved into me, tugging the pearls gently so that I couldn't quite draw a deep breath. Blissful flowers of pleasure bloomed in my cunt, up into my belly. I sighed, arching up to his hand. “Yes, please.” I knew what he was doing and I wanted a little more.
    “Good, good girl. Shh. Let me take care of it.”
    His fingers slipped into me again and he pressed and nudged my G-spot with the tips of his fingers until I gasped for breath, then he tugged the pearls again and my pussy flickered around his fingers. So close to coming. It was a thick surreal kind of pleasure, almost tangible like fog. It filled my head. His cock nudged my opening, gentle this time. None of the anger from earlier. The steady beat of his heart against my breast and the insistent smooth pressure of the pearls at my throat had me swimming in a thick syrup of arousal. God I wanted him to fuck me. God, I would give anything. “Please, Uncle...”
    “Shh. Patience.” He slipped the head of his cock into me and I had to fight not to arch up and make him slide home. I focused on drawing shallow breaths and then he slid a bit farther in. The girth of him