Chapter 12

THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC

Dick stirred.

A gleam of sunlight protruded through the corner of his eye. He rolled on his side. It was too early. He needed sleep. A lot more sleep. His hand brushed against ... his eyes snapped open. A girl was in his bed.

Who...?

Andrea! Memory flooded his nerves. Andrea Hunt. The girl he had met in his office yesterday-dinner, drinks, and the most passionate interlude of his life had followed. Details came back to his mind. An idiotic conversation during a hectic taxi ride through the night streets of the city.

But her hand...

That had been there too. In the taxi. Stealthy. Intimate. She had reached under his coat and delicately let her hand fall into his lap. His body had tensed. Driven erotically wild by the fever pitch of their talk.

Had she said she had laid a thousand men?

With the sobriety of morning gleaming through the window at dawn, Dick thought that figure was incredible. One thousand men. A girl so lovely. And yet so pure. The intimacy of the bond between them had been of a fantastic pitch. His balls tingled.

Dick opened his eyes.

She was smiling. Lying beside him with a radiant grin. Brighter than the sun.

"Good morning, Dick," she murmured. "You look so beautiful in the morning!"

"I look beautiful?" he stammered. "Oh, Andrea, if I'm beautiful, then you're a goddess, a queen, an absolute vision!"

"No," she whispered. "Only real, and passionate. I've been waiting for you for hours."

"Waiting for me?"

She nodded. "I've hardly been able to sleep. Lying next to you, Dick, breathing the aroma of your flesh. No man has ever had this effect on my nerves before. Not like this. Not this intense. This passionate. Oh, baby, I want you." Her hand slipped across the intervening space. "I want this!"

Dick gasped.

He felt the pressure of her hand enfold his penis. His cock instantly swelled within the grip of her palm. The pulsation of pleasure began to throb in his groin. Wanting. Needing.

"Andrea," Dick whispered, "are you real? Did what I think happened really happen? Is this all a dream? Or an illusion?"

She laughed. Her voice a crystal song that seemed to trill in his ears. Adding yet another dimension to the almost unworldly excitement he felt flowing through his veins.

"I'm real!"

"God!"

"And I love you!"

"I love you, Andrea, you know I love you, now and forever!"

"Yes, Dick, I know you do!"

"Do you remember last night?"

She smiled. "Of course I do. Every minute of it. Shall I tell you the name of the wine we had for dinner? How many bites of the duck we ate? How big a rip you left with the doorman? Yes, everything was real, Dick, everything was true!"

"I feel ... " He stuttered. "Bewitched."

She smiled slowly. Lowering the sheet from her shoulder. Revealing to his enflamed eye the luscious perfection of her rounded breasts. Her skin was a delicate mold of pink and ivory. Capped in the center was the rosebud bull's eye of her hardened nipple. Andrea's arms stretched out. Her hands found Dick's face, and she drew him down.

Down. Touching her breast. His mouth encompassed the nipple. His tongue flicked. Sucking. The flesh was tender. Ripe. Responsive to the frantic tongue of his love.

"Bewitched," she repeated. "Yes, I suppose that's what I've done, I've bewitched you."

She tugged at his head. Pulling his mouth back. Away. Separating her skin from his tongue. "Down," Andrea murmured. "Into the valley and suck my cunt!" Dick gasped. Circles spun before his eyes. His cock throbbed restlessly under the ceaseless manipulations of her hand.

He shifted his weight to his hip. Swinging his legs from the rear and around. Extending his tongue, he moved his face closer. Closer. Touching her belly button. Licking a circle around the depression. And then lower. Down. Smelling the scent. The clotted aroma of cunt. Her hair was thick and golden.

"Suck my cunt!"

He plunged his mouth into the garden. Nibbling on the hair. like leaves of lettuce. He felt as if he was a Satyr running wild in the fields of Elysium. Nothing he felt was on a mortal plane. Only the succulent ecstasy of the forbidden fruit.

"Now!"

His tongue plunged into the valley. Parting the hairs as he sank to his knees at the shrine of the fertile crescent. Lapping. Licking. Running his tongue along the length of the valley. Up. Down. Sideways. Across. Whipping a froth. Sending a spasm of ecstasy flooding into her veins: erupting with ecstasy.

"My clit! My clit!"

He found it with his tongue. Teasing it out from its hiding place. Up. Out. Into the light. Dick opened his eyes. like a dream the delicate red button of her clitoris rose before him. Eager. Savage for joy. His mouth descended. Inhaling sharply. He drew the clitoris into the whole of his mouth. Sucking the erectile organ with furious gulps.

"NOW!"

Her body arched. She seized his head and thrust her hips forward. Plunging him against her groin. Screaming wildly. Her balled-up fists beating on his head, arms, shoulders: a torrent of words cascaded down around him-hysterical shouts, oaths. Her legs began to jerk. Convulsive shudders.

like a dying frog. Her arms trembled. Clasping him tightly. Finally ... finally subsiding.

Dick lifted her face.

Her cheek was wet with tears.