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mouth. I sucked on him harder, and Darius matched my rhythms with his rocking hand.
We did this for what seemed like a very long time, together in the most intimate way,
our boundaries gone.
Finally, though, I began to peak. Sensations gathered inside me, starting to lift me high.
Wild and out of control, I wanted still more.
My velvet well pulsed around his fingers. My own hands grabbed hard on the cheeks of
his ass.
I took my mouth from his hard rod. It was wet with my saliva. At that moment I pulled
myself up with my arms and bore down with all my might, forcing his fingers deeper till
they hit that place inside that sent me into a swoon.
"There," I whispered. "Press there." The G spot. The tantric secret. "Oh, my God. More,
more." I whimpered. "More, oh, my God. Yes. Yes."
The sensations were sweeping me toward distant realms. I was on the verge of
orgasm. I was holding off, prolonging the pleasure, rhythmically moving against his
hand. Then, without warning, Darius's other hand stroked across my ass, slipping
under me. I felt a finger enter me from behind.
My eyes snapped open. He pressed from that direction, and a guttural groan came out
of my throat. His member sought my lips again. I opened and swallowed him hard as
waves of ecstasy began to rock me. My body shuddered.
Darius refused to release me. He held me with all his strength. The orgasm intensified.
I could barely breathe. His fingers impaled me front and back, his mouth still fastened
tight on my nub as his fingers probed.
He had me then. He had me forever. He had me body and spirit for his own.
A still greater orgasm rocked me from head to toe; my whole body shook; I gave up all
control and let the feelings consume me as Darius consumed me with his lips, his
tongue, his teeth, his hands. And then, only then, when my pleasure had passed and
my body relaxed, did he himself start to shake.
In a warm flood he released his sperm. His fluids filled my throat. I drank them down.
I was completely in his power, holding my lover inside me, unwilling to let him release
me. Tears sprang to my eyes, and, finally realizing I was sated as I never had been
before, I became still.
Later, Darius had carried me from the bed into the living room, my face buried in his
neck. With me on his lap he sat on the sofa and held me. We didn't speak, we just let
all the hurts of the past fade away. I felt whole and content.
We made love again before we entered my secret room. We slept in each other's
arms, on blankets on the floor next to my coffin. I didn't want to release my embrace
of him. I couldn't bear to let him be out of my touch.
When we awoke at dusk I stretched the length of me next to him. "What do we do
tonight?" I asked in a whisper.
He stroked my hair. "I have to go to talk with my people. I have to leave. So do you. But
it doesn't matter. I'll be back. I'll always come back. I'm never leaving you again,
Daphne. And when we're apart, I'll still be with you."
He kissed my eyelids. " 'Twice or thrice had I loved thee / Before I knew thy face or
name / So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame / Angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.'
John Donne wrote that, and you, my angel are," he said.
"And you are my sun, my moon, my guiding star," I replied.
Benny had asked me what I had in common with Darius. The answer was, my soul.
Chapter 15
"Sweetest love, I do not go
For weariness of thee. "
Jonn Donne, "Song"
Duty demanded our parting, calling us both to the same work for different masters.
Darius washed, dressed, and started to leave, not revealing where he was going. He
still kept his secrets, far too many of them. I stood in the kitchen doorway, leaning
against the jamb, watching him as he headed for the front door. Before he left he
turned and recited, " 'The world is too much with us, late and soon, Getting and
spending, we lay waste our powers.'"
"Wordsworth," I said. "You are a man for pretty words."
"That I am," he said, and was gone.
Only then did I jump in the shower and wash away the traces of our loving.
The Darkwings had a briefing scheduled at eight thirty. Despite my remorse at arriving
late the other day which upon second thought had clearly been an overreaction I
called Benny and told her to meet me at Saks Fifth Avenue across from St. Patrick's in
twenty minutes.
I called Audrey too. She didn't answer her cell phone. I hoped she was busy in a good
way.
Benny and I decided we should get our stories straight before we saw J. And I needed
to pick up some D & G Light Blue, my favorite summer fragrance. Some people might
think that the middle of a national crisis wasn't the right time to go shopping. I
believed in multitasking and taking advantage of opportunity. Saks was as good a place
to meet as any.
Benny didn't mind. She liked Bulgari Blu and wanted another bottle. Wearing white
linen pants beneath a navy blue linen blazer and in full makeup, as always, she blended
in with Saks' clientele as she waited for me in the cosmetics department.
I didn't. Not that I wanted to. I had a thing for Neiman Marcus, especially the store in
the Houston Galleria. To me, anything from Saks was dressing down. And I had a
motorcycle lesson later, so I had opted for just denim if Neiman Marcus's two
hundred dollar jeans and D & G jacket costing the earth were "just denim."
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