Page 63 of Corkscrew You
Damn, she has a talent for this. My breathing is seriously uneven. I try not to speed up. Need to keep a lid on.
“…and now you’re taking off your clothes, and you’re naked andsohard…”
Thatpart’s correct.
“I’m begging again,sobbingwith need. But all you do is get this … feather…”
Awhat?
“…and you start running it all over my body. You start at my neck, softly, but then you kind offlickit across my nipples and I just aboutexplodewiththe sensation…”
Her and me both.
“Then you trace it down my belly, and start to caress the inside of my thighs…”
Shit. Hurry up, Shel.
“I’m begging again. I can’tstandit. But you’re cruel. You trace the feather up and down my thighs, and make me lift my rear, so you can stroke that, too…”
Hurryup.
“…and even though you haven’t eventouchedme there yet, I canfeelmy orgasm building…”
Ditto. Fuck. Both of us are now breathing fast and rough.
“And then suddenly, you lower yourself over me andplungeright into the hilt, and I’m so wet, I take youallthe way, and …ohh…”
Fuckkk.I have to summon all my resources not to yell to the rafters. Shelby, on the other hand, can probably be heard out in the Horsehead Nebula.
Now, I’m seeing stars for real. Nope, it’s because my eyes are closed. My breathing is still crazy rough, and I’m not even going tothinkabout the mess I’ve created. I’ve wiped my hand best I can. Hope I left a towel in my sports bag.
By some miracle, the phone’s remained pressed to my ear. I can hear Shelby’s breathing start to quiet.
“Feather?” I have to ask.
“It was all I could think of on the spot!”
She begins to laugh. “The cats are pissed at me. They’ve stalked off in a huff.”
“I’m thinking I should do some laundry. Sheets have taken a beating. So to speak.”
“Didn’t you have a sock handy?”
“Asock?”
“Mom used to complain about my brothers ruining theirs.”
“Didn’t that … chafe?”
“I gather they only used them at the last minute. Kind of popped them on top, like a catcher’s mitt.”
“See, that wouldneverbe discussed in my family,” I tell her. “Because none of us would want to know.”
“Mom and Dad used to wander round naked quite often,” she tells me. “And no oneevershut the bathroom door. Made for interesting times bringing friends back home.”
Shit, she’s wonderful. I amthisclose to saying “I love you” out loud.
But then rational me finally punches through the layers of lust and delusion.
