You knew he had had sex with a lot of women! What difference does it make if it is 50 or 500?
Why are you acting this way? Siri Wright! You are a Fantasy Sex Diva who specializes in making sex unforgettable, For The Love of Zeus! You have watched hundreds, in the high hundreds, of men ejaculate!
Don’t you dare judge him for this!
When Aurei turns around to face me, my thoughts go quiet.
He has the power to make the world fall away and completely disappear. Can I give that up?
Chapter Thirty-Three
I hold my hands out to him.
He stares at me for what feels like an eternity. His thunderous eyes pierce my core and the wildness stays still, waiting, unsure what to do. He tells me as he walks past without touching me and without looking at me. "Come in." He opens the door to his studio, flips on the lights and walks through. He stands with his back to me, waiting for me to follow.
My heart wants to crack. Tears fall silently down and I wipe them away angrily. Get a fucking grip! I coach myself. I grab control of my hysteria and taking deep cleansing breaths of my own, I look at the fucking muscle and see the Golden God I fell for when he walked away from me that first time in the lobby. Then our conversation replays from the elevator when he asked me.
"Is there someone significant?" A man like you would rarely be turned down by any woman, available or not. I can only imagine the number of women you have seduced. And yet, here you are asking if there is someone significant. Why? Why would it matter to you if I had someone special if I was willing to hook up with you anyway? Why were you seducing me so aggressively?
The simple truth stares me in the face. Because my body turns his body on like never before too! We do share an unusual physical connection. We do have a beautiful thing together. No one is perfect. We have each made our own choices on how to deal with the hyped up chemistry we were born with and we now choose how we will look at this. We can choose to be like everyone else and condemn ourselves, or we can choose to be different and celebrate how we were born, celebrate the gift of finding a partner who also shares a hyped up chemistry, and celebrate finding someone who wants to share our life. I’m all about celebrating! I choose to celebrate this man who wants a beautiful thing called Us.
I square my shoulders and decide. I’m not like other women. I don’t care how many women he has had sex with. Or how many women I will face in the future who try to regain him. I won’t be jealous! I won’t be! I can do this! I can handle this! He fell for me! I was the only one whose name he has remembered! He even forgot Elena’s.
I smile. I was his first choice! I smirk with that acknowledgment and my confidence begins to sink back into place. I’m the one he wanted badly enough to pay a high price for! I’m the one he waited for to return to him. I’m the one he didn’t want to have sex with after all when he thought his secrets might destroy Us before we had a chance to become Us.
I set my jaw. I’m down with this now. I’m his one and I choose to be his only. He is mine! He said I set him free. I know now from what! He’s a 'Don Juan.' I roll my eyes and shake my head at the 'normal’ people who label us. He has 'satyriasis.' His sexual cravings are considered 'excessive.' I shake my head again. How ridiculous to tell someone that. We are wired how we are wired.
I remember my confession to Cat. The only other person who I’ve ever shared my secret with. She was so sweet. "I get it, Siri. High octane. High maintenance. You’re a nymphomaniac, Baby Girl. It’s ok. Sin City will be perfect for you. No one will judge you here."
"Yes! But I don’t want to be a whore. I want to dance! Cat, that’s why I have to remain untouchable!"
"Ok." She agreed and that was that, then she hugged me.
I stare at his beautiful body and wonder how anyone can say he is flawed. He is beautiful inside and out! I set him free from having to have so many to satisfy his appetite. Now, with me, he wants to be monogamous. Perfect! I do too!
I follow him in, close the door and stand silently behind him. The tension in the air between us is thick.
He can’t remember who the hell he’s done and I have just told him that I might not be able to handle his past. DAMN SIRI! Poor guy! You need to go straighten this out! I wipe away the evidence of my tears. Calm and composed, I walk up to stand next to him and look out over his studio.
It’s an open bay area but has individual stations set up for photo shoots and filming. Moving from left to right, I see a green screen with big studio lights, then a kitchen, then a living area with sofas and chairs, then two bedrooms. In the middle is all the divider screens. There are elaborate scenes painted on them. Then there is all his equipment! Wow! I smirk. It is neat, clean and organized. I slip my hand in his and he squeezes it.
"It’s nice." I whisper.
His demeanor is still strong and cold. I can feel he has withdrawn from me. I think of the elevator when "Wild Thing" played and he was afraid then, that he had lost me just when he had found me. I cling to his hand as I stare up into his face. He walks me to the center of the room where his photography editing equipment is set up. He turns it on and as we wait for it to load, I look around. It’s really nice in here. Hmmm. I see GoPro cameras lined up on the table. Ah! Probably for Tumblr.
When the computer screen is ready, he says to me. "This is the past. You are my present. You are more than I ever dreamed of. Much, much more and I am thankful that I found you. I give you back your choice to leave me. I won’t make you my sex slave." I see a hint of a smirk. "But ... if you choose to stay, I want to film us in the future. I have big plans and lofty goals." He turns and walks across to one of the beds and lays down on it.
The screen starts a slide show of images upon images of nude women in various positions. There are both pictures and videos moving without sound. Some are tasteful, some are raunchy, but all are having sex with a golden rod or a perfect pounding muscle I recognize. I watch for a little while to become familiar with this unknown part of my man, then I reach up and turn it off. When I walk over to stand next to him by the bed, I tell him. "I don’t need to see anymore."
He sits up and stares at me with those gorgeous green eyes and when he says, "Tell me you’ll stay." They plead, but they are proud and strong eyes. I see no weakness living behind them. There is no intent to mislead and I melt as they pierce my core.
My Wild Thang purrs. "Let me tell you a few things you must understand about me. First off, I know you’ve had sex with hundreds of women, and ok, in the high hundreds. Will I be jealous? Not unless you give me reason to be. So don’t. I’m more likely to kick your ass than theirs."
He smirks.
"We are more alike than you realize, I think. You see Aurei, I am a nymphomaniac. I suspect you were starting to figure that out today, counting my orgasms."
His smirk breaks into a sly grin.
"I have always known my sexual libido is cranked up tighter than everyone else’s. That was one of the reasons I protected my virginity. I knew when I finally started to have sex, the flood gates would be opened and I would become a hussy, a slut, and a whore, trying to satisfy a drive that few men can keep up with. I would end up being the person I didn’t want to be. Someone who had sex for fun and had sex with anyone, anytime. I knew I would do all the Tom, Dick and Harrys so I went cold turkey and practiced abstinence, but because of my high libido, I studied sex. Who, what, when, where, and why. I discovered I have a real knack for tuning into other people’s sexual interest. It’s like I can feel what they desire. What they want when they are turned on, and I give them customized fucking fantasies based on that."
He smiles.
"I’m not leaving you. I’m staying. And I want to give you unforgettable fucking fantasies every day for the rest of your life." I climb on the bed and sit next to him.
Chapter Thirty-Four
"Let me tell you what the sexologist Seary sees when she sees you. You have satyriasis. Did you know that? I think you did. You might not have been clinically labele
d, but I’m sure the term Don Juan has been used to describe you all your life."
His eyes are glued to me and he isn’t smiling now.
"Was I shocked at the high hundreds? Alabama Siri Wright was. I admit that. But Seary, the Sex Pot as you rightly called her, isn’t. I’m complicated. I’m a woman! What can I say? I’ll speak first and stick my foot in my mouth on plenty of occasions, but I’m not without rational thought. I just don’t always go there straight line. I’m curved."
He smiles and his hands reach for me.
I climb on him and push him over. I straddle his body and look down into his face, then I lower myself onto his erection. He slides into me easily. As I start to move on him, I stare into his soul and I caress it. "This is when I feel whole."
The unspoken words shine bright and my vision of who he really is becomes crystal clear.
"You were born Maximus Aurelius Moore. Son of a warrior. Grandson of an American Hero and a Roman Soldier. You are proud, honorable and just in your heart. You witnessed in your youth untold hatred and you felt untold rage. You witnessed in your youth unaccepted beauty and felt unaccepted love. You knew these things to be unjust and you vowed to fight to bring light to the darkness and healing to the wounded." He closes his eyes and frowns. I know he is seeing Ann. I continue letting my words express what my soul sees, letting them touch and caress him with the knowledge of who I see when I see his aura and I feel his thunder. Riding him to become one with him. "In your teens, you grew to accept that the beauty will have to coincide with the beast. That love will have to coincide with hatred. You grew to understand that life is not fair and you cannot make the wrongs right, but deep in your soul you do not accept this. Unjust is still unjust. Unfair is still unfair. Hate is still hate. As you developed into a man, your anger fed your desires. You rage inside and you build yourself up to conquer the unjust and the haters. You pump iron and body build to be prepared to defend beauty and love. You took photographs of beauty and then you 'loved' them, but you forgot them because even though they gave you the sexual release your libido demanded, they left you empty inside. You learned as a man that war and peace coincide and you had to fight. The choice of life and death a daily battle. You accept your fate, but you did not let go of the hope that you would find the one who completes you and makes the world a tolerable place to live. Your Father, and your Grandfathers, the superhero’s of your heart, all found theirs. You believed you would find yours too."
I stop moving. "Look at me." He opens his eyes and the word flows freely between us. "The two shall be as one." I whisper. "I understand your thunder. I get it." I nod and smile. "I get you. I get that your thunder is like that bear outside on the door. Sometimes brutal, beastly, growling, but sometimes the bear’s hug is healing. It’s a Golden Bear, Aurei. You are a Golden Man. Don’t sell yourself short." I hold my hands up and spread my fingers wide. He puts his between mine and cinches us tight, bonding us. "I accept you for who you are and what you are." I make sweet, passionate love to him now and I see his face changing. His intense eyes are frightening and terrifying because of the brutal honesty that lives within them. I recognize the lightening that creates his thunder. It is the purest form of love. Unconditional. I thought he was handsome before, but seeing him look at me with thunderous love. Wow!
"We are unstoppable! No one can tear us apart." I bring his hands to my throat. "Life, beauty, rage, and love are the four elements of what I see in you that I named your thunder." I lean into his hands. "You don’t choke to control. You only grip to celebrate life and fully experience it. I understand that now and I won’t fight you and force you to dominate me harshly. When you told me to be still because you didn’t want to hurt me, I thought you were telling me because you wanted me to give in to your control of me, but you were only trying to enjoy me."
"Shut up." He commands me. "Come here and kiss me."
I grin. "You sure are bossy, but I’ll be damned if I don’t like it!"
He stretches his arms above his head and my hands follow. My body slides down to rest against him and I hover my lips above his. He lifts his head to kiss me, but I withhold it. He growls and I grin down at him.
"One last thing, Sugar Bare.... I do love you." My mouth seals his and for a moment all is calm, then he is moving with lightning speed.
His fingers release mine, and seize my hair.
His mouth devours mine and his tongue fills me.
His body flexes and pushes me off, as he rolls us over and lands on top.
His thrust pins me down.
His passion consumes me and explodes the fire within.
My hands grip his ass and ask him to pound me, pushing and kneading him.
He responds with an arching thrust, keeping his mouth locked onto mine.
He leans on his forearms as his tongue fills my mind and his golden rod fills my body.
Quickly we climb to climax, the now spoken words echoing in my mind with each glorious thrust.
When he arches his back and he gives himself to me, depositing his semen inside, his fingers find my throat and he presses gently under the necklace.
The soft thumping of my heartbeat fills me with unequivocal love.
I whimper as he growls and we come together.
One.
He collapses onto me but doesn’t roll off and doesn’t stop kissing me.
His tongue shifts from thrusting to exploring and I shift from sucking to dancing.
His kiss is sweet and tender now.
His hand in my hair massages and his hand at my throat caresses.
His breath blew hard and fast on my cheek, but now it is slow and steady.
He goes from hard to soft and from moving to quiet.
But only a few minutes pass before his tongue starts to thrust again.
His kiss becomes harsher.
His hands grip both hair and throat.
His breath quickens.
He hardens and pounds me, making me moan.
Like a whore.
Like his whore!
We are perfect for each other.
The revelation of my feelings for him, my choice to stay by his side, my confession of my addiction, my acknowledgment of his, begins to sink in and the true beauty of our thang is forceful. Both demanding and commanding of each other, we give and take pleasure and passion as we drive ourselves to new heights. The fierceness of this sex is beyond words and thoughts. The fireworks are explosive and we lay spent, gasping for breath.
I know we will not devour each other. We will strengthen each other like the gold strains of my necklace.
Resting side by side, he plays with my hair while I play with the hair on his chest. We doze off then I feel him kissing the top of my hair and he continues kissing me from head to toe and back, taking his time and letting me know how much he loves me too. Every inch. This sex is soft and sweet. When he shoots in me, he tells me. "Me too."
"Truly." I answer.
Chapter Thirty-Five
His phone rings from the foyer and he grins at me, hovering over my lips. "Antonio is worried about us."
"Umm hmm."
"Do you still want to go dancing?"
"Absolutely! Do you?"
"Yes. I want to see your petite little thang dance in your Italian Black and Blue Baby."
I grin at him.
"I’ll go call Antonio. There’s a shower in the back."
"Yes, sir."
When Aurei closes the Golden Bear door behind us, I tell him. "Let’s call the studio, Bare’s Cave."
He grins. "I like it."
We trot down the stairs together and I ask. "Have you ever lived in Bare’s Cave? It seems fully equipped."
"Yes, I stay here instead of a Hotel when I’m in Rome."
"Can we?"
He stops and stares at me. "You want to stay here?"
"Sure. It seems like a great place."
"There is no room service or restaurants." He warns.
"Hmm. I’ll have to do our la
undry then, but you’ll have to cook." I tell him.
He grins. "Deal. We will move in tomorrow."
"Great!"
In the car, Aurei tells me. "I was going to take you to the ballet tonight first, but obviously, we will have to reschedule."
"Oh My Golden God! That’s awesome! You are so sweet and thoughtful!"
"Antonio and Yanni are waiting for us at The Club. She can’t wait to meet you. Antonio told me our picture was flashed on the news and now all her friends want to know who you are."
I giggle. "Imagine that!"
He smirks. "She said you blew them a kiss as we left and the search is on to identify you."
I giggle again. "Imagine that!"
He laughs. "Umm hmm, Wise Thang."
"Umm hmm! This Wise Thang got wise game!" I give him some of my Southern attitude, making him laugh. "Speaking of games. Let’s play guess the inscription."
"Let’s not." He grins.
"Let’s do and make it fun. Let’s wager a bet on it."
"Hmm. What do you have in mind?"
I take a deep breath. "Another trip maybe."
"Ok. Where?"
"Australia?" I ask. "I’ve always wanted to go there too."
"OK. If you win, I’ll take you to Australia. If I win, I’ll take you to New Zealand first, then Australia."
"Deal! Ok. My first guess is: Fucking = Sex Zombies."
He busts out laughing. "Do I need to say no?"
"Yes. You do."
"No."
My second guess is: Freedom = Sex Zombies!"
"No."
I continue with outrageous guesses and we are laughing our asses off when we arrive at The Club. Aurei parks in the rear and helps me out. We can hear the music blasting with the doors closed. "I don’t think we will be doing much talking inside."
"Doesn’t sound like it." Aurei hits a button next to the door and waves up at a security camera. The door swings open, and the Security Guard wraps Aurei up in a hug. I ask before we go in. "Sweet Zeus, are you related to everyone?"
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