“Well, you’d better get out of those wet clothes,” says my bride.
There are only a few specks of rain on the shoulders of my day coat. But I am never going to protest such an order from her. “Let me go up to my rooms, then.”
“I’ll come help you,” she volunteers cheerfully.
My heart all but cartwheels with joy.
We walk up the stairs a decorous twelve inches apart and maintain the same distance as we make our way down the corridor to my door. But the moment we are inside, I push her against the door and kiss her like a wild man.
She returns my kiss with equal abandon, her hands in my hair, her fingers digging into my scalp.
“So have you really come back?” I ask breathlessly, between kisses.
“Take off my clothes, get me in bed, and we will talk.”
I do not need to be instructed twice. Our clothes fly about the room as we strip each other. We fall into bed in a tangle of limbs, kissing again.
“So have you really come back?” I repeat my question, unable to forget it even in the midst of having my person groped by my favorite woman.
She rolls us onto our sides, straddles me with one shapely thigh, and takes my chin in her hand. “On one condition.”
“What is it?” I plan to keep my soul and all of Grisham’s remaining legs. But everything else she can have. “What is your condition?”
“That you take this”—she grips my hard cock—“and put it here.” She places my hand right at her secret entrance, her gate of Sodom.
“Jesus,” I exclaim weakly. “Why?”
“Because that is how I plan to brand you as mine. I am going to take you so deeply inside me that you will never be free again.”
My breaths turn shallow. “I have been yours since I was fourteen.”
Her hand fondles my shaft, making me moan with pleasure. “All the more reason for me to put my mark on you without delay.”
I stare at her, speechless.
She licks my lips. “Are you afraid?”
I can hear my heart thumping in my ears. “Yes.”
“Then I am right, you see. You can become even more overwhelmingly mine.”
As she speaks, her fingers do something unimaginably delicious to my cock. I shiver with arousal—and the heady sensation of watching a lifelong dream come true before my eyes. She entwines her warm, searching tongue with mine. Then she kisses her way down the center of my torso—and hungrily takes my cock into her mouth, all the while looking up at me.
I am drunk with the sight of her, the fervor with which she sucks me, the depth to which she takes me. And her hands, cupping my balls, caressing them with such keenness…
I groan when she pulls back. But she smiles and says, “I love it when your cock glistens so—because my tongue has been all over it.”
My cock is so hard it stands almost vertical.
She gives it another mischievous lick and asks, “Now, where is that vial of oil?”
With a finger that almost doesn’t shake at all, I point to my nightstand. She retrieves the oil, lubricates my cock to my gasping pleasure, hands the vial to me, and gets up on all fours.
It is an inviting pose for any woman—perhaps because it is how beasts copulate, and men, for all our thousands of years of civilization, remain beasts at heart. But when she raises her bottom and exposes her cunt, when she turns her head toward me, with a gaze that is playfully dirty, yet at the same time starkly hungry—a hunger not only of the body, but of the soul…I have never seen anything nearly so searing.
I cannot look away from her face as I smear oil on her anus, slipping my finger inside to lubricate her passage. She moans her approval, her eyes half closing. “Yes, just like that. Yes.”
I push a second finger inside. She emits a keening cry. “Yes. More. Don’t stop,” she moans as she drops her head, burying her face in the pillows.
I remove my fingers. She grunts in disappointment. “Put them b—”
I turn her around onto her back. “Next time we will do it like animals. But this time I want to see you—all of you. Your cunt”—I caress her damp folds with my other hand—“your nipples, your gorgeous face, your beautiful eyes.”
A sob leaves her lips. Her eyes devour me.
“Besides, if I don’t take out my fingers, how will there be room for my cock?”
Another sob escapes her. “Do it now. Put your cock so far inside me that nothing separates us.”
My heart feels as if it is breaking apart, even as it rises to the clouds.
I ravage her mouth. And then, with my lips still touching hers, I tell her, “I am willing to be branded by you, my love, even if you take an actual branding iron to my back. But do you understand that I will also be branding you? I will be so deep inside you, you will never again be free of me, however long you live.”
She whimpers. I have never seen her so afraid, and yet, at the same time, so alive. “Yes.” Her voice quakes.
“Does that frighten you?”
Her breathing is labored. “Yes.”