Black and white blurs filled her mind as his rigid fingers entered her. Her hips heaved from the mattress, keeping pace with his gyrations. She reached for the flask, poured the mixture into her own hands and saturated her dancer’s neck and shoulders. What had he slipped her? This was the best foreplay ever created? Genital penetration hadn’t even become a thought yet, but there her body was wet from water, sweat, desire, mind-altering something…but what? Nothing, just uninhibited foreplay.
Darrius was now way beyond the ability to control anything. Once the oil met his heated flesh, he was on his way to nirvana. Seeing Justine in a new light now took him all the way there. She was wild that night, uninhibited, primal—everything he needed her to be. Sure, sex with her had been nothing less than a harrowing experience, one that constantly took him over the edge, but this was different. Sweat-lodge material. He, too, was seeing things, feeling things that were so foreign, yet so right for his body. His erection spun into knots, pulsating, dewy from need.
His eyes bore into hers, and her words were all he needed to make foreplay a thing of the past. Now sex to sex, his body trembled, his arms above her head were shaking from raw power, he lowered and kissed her, gently pulled and tugged on her bottom lip before moving down to each succulent nipple. There, too, he tugged, licked, and with one motion he moved his hard, stiff phallus into her thirsty sex, drawing back briefly before thrusting inside again. He was home, comfortable, snug…very, very energized.
Messy, sticky silk sheets barely covered each body. Soon the sheets were kicked to the carpeting. Justine, now in the mood for tasting him another way, pulled from him. Her now hollow core that had drunk so lavishly from him felt as distant as a dwindling lightning storm. Yet she suffered it to be so in order to get more of what she wanted.
Darrius, now flat on his back with an erection parting the air, was an enticing sight. She bent over him, letting her hair dance across his chest. Her mouth lowered to his seedy tip, tasting him slowly, and then taking him in even strokes. He filled her mouth so well, like he was a natural fit for only her, and she for him. She barely raked his scrotum, feeling it tighten to her advances. Soon his fists pounded the mattress, his throat tightened and she knew he was ready.
The condom on the table rested in a wolf ashtray, and she released it from its foil home. Together they slid it onto his shaft, and she lowered onto him. Justine looked to the painting, seeing it move once again in her mind, moving to his rhythm. Within seconds, an explosion shattered her, leaving her breathless. Her sex continued to drink of his with each convulsion—draining him. Tired, satisfied. Justine slumped onto him, and there they rested for what was left of the night.
18
Sweet Dreams Are Made of These
Sunday
Justine awakened to a bright New Mexico sunrise and delectable aromas coming from the kitchen. But how? Darrius was still lying next to her. She looked around the disordered room—covers everywhere, the scent of desert sage lingering in the air, pillows on the floor.
She swiped hair away from her face and said, “What a night!” Her body was still stiff and hurting from the workout Darrius had given her.
Darrius stirred on his side of the bed and then opened his eyes. “Something sure smells good.”
“What is it? Do you have a maid or something?”
“I got up early and put a few things together. I also packed us a picnic basket.”
“A picnic—”
“Yeah! Today is ours, baby. I’ve got plans for us.”
“Can I take my camera?”
“Leave it in the car, but you’ll be so excited when we get to where I’m taking you.”
Justine sat up completely. “Where are we going?”
“We eat first and shower, and then I’ll surprise you.”
“You’re already the best surprise of my life. Until I met you, I was just plain ol’ Justine from the streets of San Francisco. Now look at me. I’m in bed with a prince!”
He tossed back the sheets and slowly stood. “Don’t send any Hail Marys my way yet. I’m just a man, Justine.”
“Not from my side of the bed.”
He saw the contented smile on her lovely face. With her hair tossed in a frazzle of curls about her face and neck and the sheet barely covering her breasts, he had the urge to take her again. But there would be time for that later. He knew if he touched her again that morning their picnic would not happen. “You lie there and relax. Let me finish getting breakfast ready, then you can come in and partake. Okay?”
She said, “Okay.” She was drifting off, dreaming of their lovemaking when she heard him call her.
“Not asleep, are you?” he called from the kitchen.
“I soon will be if you don’t hurry and give me a reason to get up.”
“Just you wait. These aromas will lure you so wickedly you’ll float in here to me.”
More tantalizing aromas soon filled the air, and Justine wrapped Darrius’s robe around her and walked unannounced into the kitchen.
A mixture of sage, meat, baked bread and berries filled the air. Darrius was at the stove mixing a concoction of batter and mixed berries, not seeing her, but feeling her presence the moment she walked in. “Come on, you cheated. I wanted to have the kitchen prepared with a set table and full plates before you came in.”
“The aromas beckoned and I had to come.” She peered into the mixed bowl. “What are you making? More of your fancy bread?”
“Corn batter flapjacks with mixed berries.”
“And the aroma coming from the oven?”
“Jackrabbit links.”
Her smile suddenly turned upside down. “You are kidding, aren’t you?”
“Why? Doesn’t jackrabbit sound appetizing?”
“Frankly, no!”
“Good, then I’ll turn it into wild turkey. That sounds better?”
She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his hips. “Much better. Wild turkey, huh?”
“Ever had it before?”
