Page 34 of All Mixed Up

“More…there.” I swiped my tongue along the seam of my lips. I was nervous as hell, and I had no idea why. No; wait. I had every idea why, and the knowing lights in his eyes confirmed that truth. Shit on a Left Bank brick. He was really going to make me say it. And damn it, I was really going to loathe and adore him for it. “There,” I finally rasped. “In my pussy. Whatever it takes, Lucien. Whatever you ask. Please.”

He dipped a little nod, disguising his victory as respect. Bastard. “More…as in my cock?”

I nodded too. Mine wasn’t so smooth or cocky. I was desperate now. No; beyond that. “Y-Yes, please. Oh, yes!”

“Right here?” He shoved aside my panties, rubbing his fingers directly on me now. Pushing one me…there. Flaring every erotic light in my body to its fullest incandescence. “Right in your sweet, hot cunt? Is this where you want my cock?”

Ohhh, dear freaking hell!

I sighed. Writhed. Angled my hips, struggling to put more of him into contact with more of me. “Yes,” I grated. “I—I need it. I need you…inside me.”

I need you everywhere.

His lips parted and his eyes heated, as if the thought had been his to pluck from my brain. Finally, as if an On switch had flipped inside him too, he reached down. Opened his belt and slacks with gruff breaths and impatient speed. A low groan erupted from him. The heat of his hard, full penis slid against my right thigh. But he paused, sliding in no closer. As if he knew how wild it would make me, he simply let me feel his arousal…while intensifying mine.

Rubbing me.

Pinching me.

Teasing me.

Taunting me.

As I sighed.

Sobbed.

Wanted.

Needed.

The boat’s motors churned. The vessel was turning, so the light beams slanted around our haven in new angles. The umber beams played across his high forehead, down his strong knife of a nose, and then over the edges of his stark, chiseled jaw. He kept up his rhythmic strokes, fanning my sexual flames higher…higher. From below, the mystical strains of the song filled the air, flowing around us. The lyrics talked of life and its ultimate fragility…

Fragile.

It was the perfect word to describe this blown-glass treasure of time. I’d never know a moment like this again. As awful as it was to admit it, I was glad I could grasp the realization. Once the torch of reality was turned back on, the glass would take another shape.

Lucien recognized it too. I saw it in every depth of his glittering stare. Felt it in every sweep of his perfect touch. Breathed it in as he leaned over me, sharing his very air with me. The clove tones of his cologne blended with the citrus and jasmine of mine.

And then it was confirmed, in the surety of my soul, as I watched the reverence with which he pulled a square packet from his pocket.

Without breaking the seal of our stares, he ripped the foil open with his teeth. Rolled the latex over his throbbing length. He openly gritted his teeth while aligning his body to the apex of mine. He breathed out heavily, his face constricting in concentration, as he pushed in…testing the readiness of my trembling body. All around us, the music played on. Its magical strains spoke to us about many things. About all the things happening between us.

Sweeping the world away.

Touching the whole damn universe.

Becoming one…with the power of just one word.

“Lucien.”

A word.

And we were one.

No more test thrusts. He impaled himself in one slide, his cock finding its way home at once. His flesh swelled, growing to stake its ultimate claim.

Me.