Chapter 9
THE days rolled by almost too quickly for John and June in England. Sunny day followed sunny day. In the evenings they stayed inside making love, lost in the magic of each other, and wanting nothing more than to be left in peace. Clem and Connie had long since ceased to exist and they were making plans that had no room for either of them
Reaching forward he touched her hot brown skin, his heart leaping when he saw the smile that flooded her eyes.
"It's almost too good to be true, isn't it, darling?"
She nodded, too tired and relaxed to speak. The previous night they had made love like a couple of wild animals until the first light of dawn made their bedroom lamp unnecessary. Leaning forward he cupped the warm breast that nestled in its nylon cup, liking the feel of its warm smoothness in the weight of his palm.
It was getting late and already the sun had lost a little of its warmth. Gathering her in his arms he picked her up and carried her back to the house. Straight into the bedroom he walked, dropping her suddenly on the bed and smiling when she looked surprised.
"You can't just lie there when I'm hungry," he said. "So that's what you wanted, is it? I thought you wanted me." "Again?"
"And why not?" she answered. "We'll have it in there-the food, I mean," she added when she saw his smile.
He changed quickly and walked into the kitchen to lay the table.
Pinching her bottom as he walked past her, he heard her yelp and laughed when she looked mock-sternly at him.
"Gentleman shouldn't," she said. "Lady shouldn't have such a nice behind," he said, evading a well-aimed radish.
The meal was excellent and the wine did justice to it.
He stood up and switched the phonograph on, selecting the record she had recently bought him. Too many strings for him, but nevertheless relaxing. Watching her smile as she heard it, he crooked a finger, indicating that she should dance.
Holding her close to him and swaying in time to the music, he thought how soft she was, moulding herself to him in exactly the way she wanted.
It reminded him of the first evening when she was wearing the leather dress and had leaned toward him. The memory of that evening ran through him like an electric shock.
"I remember once," she said slowly, "a man who chased me."
"Go on."
"Could we sit down, John. It's rather difficult to talk when you're so close."
Curious to hear what she had to say, he closed the windows and sat down next to her on the sofa.
"I don't know what made me do it. I was only twenty and older men had never very much attracted me."
She smiled to herself. "I fell for the etchings ploy, and ended up with my legs wrapped around his neck. He had a thing about my clitoris ...
"I think it may be a little bigger now, but then it was still big enough to make him happy. He used to suck on it, draw it between his hard lips in a rather special way."
Drawing her knees up, she moved closer toward him and opened her legs, giving him easier access to her cunt. His fingers touched the lips and she shivered, closing her legs and trapping his hand.
"It went on for about six months, but that was quite enough. I used to hang by legs over the chair arms so that they were as wide apart as they would go-and watch him.
"Even when I got back home I had to give myself a final orgasm before I went to sleep." "He excited you so much?"
"Yes, I couldn't stop myself going over to see him. That's all he was interested in. 'Come, June, and let me suck you again,' he would say, and I would hold open the lips, trembling and waiting for the blissful moment when I would feel his tongue. Rub it lightly, John, I don't want to come just yet."
Delicately in answer to her request, he moved his fingers, trying to keep her balanced on the edge of an orgasm, stopping when he sensed that she was becoming too excited.
"It was important for me to pull my dress up and hold it open while he watched me. He had to see me in what he called 'an obscene state' before he would start. I want to come, but I'm holding it off so that it'll get better as I wait."
Lifting her up and carrying her over to a large arm chair, he watched her spread her legs apart and rest them on the arms.
The desire to go down to her, to bury his face in her cunt and tease out and suck the huge clitoris became almost uncontrollable. Spreading the swollen lips apart he watched it appear, peeping out of its pink bed and then shoot forward as she moved her hips.
He put his head between her thighs. Drawing it in firmly, he felt her shudder.
"That's perfect. Do that for a little longer, but you must stop when I tell you, John."
Arching her back she reached down until she was able to touch his slowly moving head. By pushing back she staved off an imminent orgasm, holding herself rigid as it slowly receded.
"He liked me to talk to him when he was sucking me," she said. "Slowly, John! Oh, that's heavenly."
He was blind to anything but the warm, wet cunt in front of him, and deaf to anything but her excited voice above him.
"You're torturing me with your tongue down there," she babbled. It was becoming more difficult to keep his tongue on the right spot as her hips moved increas-ingly wildly.
"That tongue of yours in my cunt! Oh, God! Don't stop now ... oh ... please ... don't stop! I'm coming! I'm coming ... you're sucking me ... I'm coming."