by Ana Vela
Gently, he pressed it to her lips and she took it, feeling like she was ritually entering another world as she bit through the firm yet squidgy flesh, spraying the rich juice all around the inside of her mouth. She closed her eyes, taking in the incredible sensation.
"Wow", she breathed, as, eyes still closed, she brought the cherry stone to her lips and removed it.
Then she gasped as she felt something else on her mouth; the soft, powerful caress of Edwin's lips on hers. Her body reacted instantly to his kiss with swirling excitement and scrumptious moistness, and she brought her hands to his body, caressing his muscular torso as his tongue rolled over hers, and he sucked the cherry juice from her mouth in delight. She felt his hands playing gently over her entire body; creating goose-pimples on her arms and chest as she pressed against him on the couch; pushing him backwards so that he nearly overbalanced and they stopped kissing for a moment to burst into laughter.
There was a pause then as they looked at each other, still smiling; then in a flash of passion they leapt upon each other, opening their mouths wide to explore each others' tongues; rubbing and stroking in a tight caress as they writhed together upon the couch.
"Oh Edwin, I've wanted you so much…" began Lily, but he silenced her with a kiss and took her hand, guiding her up and onto the enticing bed. She complied willingly as he bent and unshod her, then rubbed his hands slowly up from her feet along her legs and thighs, alighting delicately on her belly and advancing up along her breasts, stroking them tantalizingly as they continued to kiss with an intensity that was arousing Lily increasingly.
She wanted to offer herself to him in a way she had never wanted to with any man, and began tearing open the buttons of her pink cotton blouse for him to access her. He growled in pleasure and smoothly finished the extrication, burying his face in her belly and inhaling happily while she ran her fingers longingly through his thick curly hair. She sighed as he moved his head down to the button of her tight black trousers; and unable to stand the anticipation, grappled with the button herself, rolling her trousers down for him to continue his explorations.
He was kneeling on the floor now, beaming up at her as she spread her legs wide; her exposed knickers already damp with excitement, and he grabbed these with his teeth and tugged them, titillatingly slowly, free from her body. She was wriggling around, overcome with tantalization, and her whole body responded with bubbles of ecstasy as his tongue made contact with her clitoris and he began suavely revolving it inside her.
He was licking her with incredible sensitivity; alternately making his tongue pointy and thrusting and flexible and smooth as he investigated her inviting pussy. She moaned, shivering in bliss as he lapped at her with long strokes, poking his tongue right inside her and gyrating it around her most sensitive points; bringing fizzingly delightful sensations down to her whole body as he pulled his tongue right out again, teasingly tasting her groin and then entering her again, sending her jittering around the bed.
But despite the exquisite sensations he was producing, she could feel herself tensing around him; even as he quested further inside her with masterful skill. She tried to relax and simply enjoy his magnificent tongue; but something was wrong. She glanced around the palatial boudoir in consternation, then brought her head up, meeting Edwin's eyes as he raised an eyebrow questioningly; tongue still deep inside her pussy. What was wrong with her? Wasn't this what she wanted? She squeezed her eyes shut, becoming desperate not to spoil the heavenly mood.
Feeling an electric pulse running up her body she opened her eyes to see Edwin running his tongue along her belly, up to her breasts and then bringing his head up he leaned over her and looked steadily into her eyes.
"You can let go completely, now, if you want", he said softly, reaching up to stroke her long dark hair and her pale cheeks. She sniffed, hating herself but unable to hold back the emotions building up inside her.
"I do want, Edwin: at least, I think I do…" she began, and stopped as he sobbing overtook her. She rolled over to hide her face from Edwin; crying muffledly into the red sheets. She had ruined their sex! Uncontrollably, she began sobbing harder.
She felt a powerful hand massaging her shoulders and his delectable lips on her cheek. Surprised, she looked around to see him gazing at her with what seemed like infinite tenderness. She had been sure he would be turned off by her odd performance.
"I'm s-s-sorry", she muttered, tears still streaming from her green eyes.
He laughed gently, still massaging her with gentlemanly care.
"If there is something wrong you can find it and clear it," he said. "But don't worry if you can't put it into words…"
"I just feel so confused!" exclaimed Lily, wondering how she could be showing such a vulnerability to such a man.
Yet something about his attentive presence caused her to continue, "It just feels wrong; it feels so wrong! I mean, it feels right of course, what you do to me, but…" she trailed off again, unsure if she could voice her thoughts or if they would simply exacerbate the situation.
She rolled to her side, pulling her knees to her chest and gazing at Edwin in disoriented perplexity. He came and lay on his side too, facing her, and seeing her shiver slightly he pulled up the lustrous silken sheet to cover her. However, Lily batted it away with quite unexpected ferocity, then as if noticing this and regretting it, burst into tears again and covered her face with her hands.
"It feels wrong for you to have so much!" she explained through her fingers. "Sometimes I feel like we have such a deep connection; but then how can we connect when you don't even have the slightest clue about what it is to live a difficult life?"
She sobbed again, amazed that she had found the words to voice these feelings. Her hands were still covering her face in despair; for how could Edwin not kick her out after such sentiments had been expressed? She had been close, but something had not quite clicked. Her shoulders shook as she attempted to quell another outburst of sobbing.
To her intense amazement, she felt his arms reaching around her shoulders and him pulling her very gently towards him. His shirt was undone and she found his broad, golden chest irresistible; nestling into it as she continued sniffling. He held her to him in a ball and squeezed, murmuring,
"Lily, Lily, Lily, it's alright, Lily".
She felt his firm caress and began to uncoil slightly, though still sniffling. Tentatively, she peeped out from behind her hands and saw his beautiful smile greeting her. She blinked in confusion. He wasn't angry with her?
"What you are confused about seems to be quite abstract worries", he commented slowly, "which have no bearing on the present moment".
"They don't?" asked Lily, relaxing somewhat into his embrace.
"We do not need to think about the past", he continued lightly; "what's important is to concentrate on the now".
She took this in, relaxing more, still not quite believing that everything could be alright.
He looked at her, still rubbing and stroking as she untensed more and more. The wave of inexorable passion, seemingly having submerged, was now rising again with even more intensity than before. She put her arms around him and he said beguilingly, "I can give you so much, Lily. All you have to do is open yourself to receive me…"
She looked into his eyes, entranced. Maybe he was right: her worries were unnecessary. Or maybe they did have some truth: either way, she realized, it was indeed unnecessary to consider them, here and now, when there were so many things going on which felt so right.
His fingers were roaming all over her body, tenderly finding her vagina and rubbing tantalizingly. She uncurled herself fully, wriggling happily on his fingers, forgetting her tears. She pulled his shirt from him, stroking his chest playfully as she found herself relaxing further and ever further. He sighed, and she felt his deep breathing resonating through him as she began exploring his crotch; pulling his white trousers and silk boxer shorts from him as he continued to finger her vivaciously.
Now they were lyin
g naked facing each other on the red bed and she tapped her fingers over his thighs and balls, causing him to sigh again. She was breathing deeply too; with each breath opening herself more to his penetrating fingers; and she clasped his fantastically stiff penis, rubbing it eagerly over her sticky clitoris as he continued his massaging inside her.
She recalled her words in her dream: 'what a pretty dick!' and she told him now in the real world. He laughed and kissed her lovingly, and slowly slid his fingers out of her pussy as she guided him inside her.
They both gasped as he entered, and Edwin clasped his arms around Lily, penetrating her thoroughly. He began to rock his thighs backwards and forwards, pumping gently inside her as at a well, and they rolled around the bed together, fucking dreamily.
The situation was in fact so close to Lily's erotic dream of Edwin that she was finding it difficult to believe it was really real. His dick felt different, sure; thinner and somehow more versatile; and infinitely yummier. The unrealness of the situation was certainly facilitating her loosening and she felt her entire body becoming warm and fuzzy as he laid her below him and increased his pumping, reaching inside her to her very centre; to the centre which she had half-forgotten even existed; as she felt herself unfolding around him and the wave curling over them to a fantastic peak; exploding over them as their love-making reached frenetic heights. Everything which she had been crying about; all of her tensions and anxieties, were being pumped away by his deep and thrilling action; transforming into powerful energetic satisfaction.
Moaning, all fears transcended, she came spectacularly, throbbing and squeezing around Edwin's dick for several minutes while he cried "YES!"
She could still feel the reverberations of her incredible orgasm over the next few days, and her inner being felt more alive than ever before. Still, working full-time at The Corner was probably one way to stifle it again, she mused as she lay sprawled on her sofa at the end of a busy twelve-hour shift. But what else could she do? She wasn't sure if there was an alternative.
Achey as she was, she was smiling beatifically as she replayed again some parts of that extravagant feast of an evening with Edwin. They had fucked for hours; stopping occasionally to feed each other the achingly erotic fruits and chocolates.
"Until you are ready to give up everything you cannot grow properly", Edwin had whispered to her as they lay smeared in juices of all kinds.
"Evreything?" she inquired, tracing a line of peach juice down his navel hair to his sticky penis.
"Everything," he groaned, wriggling in pleasure.
"Hmm," she considered, half-convinced. "And what about you?"
He turned to face her, holding her in his arms, saying
"I give myself to the world, without reserve. It's my pleasure: to give and give."
He fixed his eyes mesmerically on hers, and declared:
"Lily, I give myself to you."
She tingled euphorically. He beamed at her; open; emanating joy.
"All of me is yours - to play with…"
Lily agreed that giving sometimes felt good: sometimes (especially with Edwin) it felt really good. But did she want to keep giving her attention to bar work, when she was just beginning to sense the depth of her artistic potential? Of course, there were things like rent and food to consider. But she did have more cash than before, and maybe - just maybe - if she cut back on going out drinking even more than she already was, she could make the change.
It was scary, imagining not having the security of her regular wage.
But she felt implicitly that it would be alright; that by giving more of herself to the world the world could help her to grow. With Edwin's words playing in her mind she arranged with a reluctant Bill to cut down her shifts by half.
The very next day she received a message from Eugene. Some friends of his were putting on an exhibition and were looking for artists to participate; and he had suggested Lily.
Lily read the message wide-eyed as she crunched thoughtfully on an apple. The world was responding fast to her!
The next couple of weeks whirled past in an eddy of exciting activities. The theme of the show was "Observing Flow" and Lily, having met some of the other artists collaborating and been inspired by some of their pieces, immediately went out and spent all of what little money she had saved on materials, and began painting feverishly. The next time she met Edwin, to her slight consternation he came to visit her at her flat. When he had first asked to see her abode she had resisted; feeling instinctively that being a man surrounded by high quality, it would seem unacceptably squalid. But Edwin had insisted that he come.
"I want to experience your world", he had explained. She was powerless to resist; it pleased her immensely to fulfill his desires.
On the night in question she decided to cook spaghetti for him and began preparing the vegetables; only to be overcome by ideas for the exhibition, and she hurried into her room to sketch. Totally immersed in this activity, she only remembered the food when the doorbell rang. Cursing her absent-mindedness, she washed the paint from her face and frantically cleared away her works in progress. Edwin was not allowed to see these.
She opened the door apologetically, but was almost immediately swept up in Edwin's expansive good humor. On seeing the half-chopped vegetables, he clapped his hands in delight, silencing Lily's mumbled excuses.
"Fantastic!" he cried, "now we can cook together!"
With great mirth they set into the task; and spaghetti was not the only thing they used they creative energies on that evening.
"Now I have glimpsed some more of your world," said Edwin later as they lay panting together, sprawled across Lily's bed, "next time, let me show you some more of mine…"
He refused to give her any more information than a time and a meeting point: about an hour before sunset at a secluded embankment of the Thames. Lily stood by the railing next to the river, leaning her back on it as she basked in the strengthening sunshine of early spring.
While it was far from actually hot, Lily felt a sense of release from the dark and dreary winter in the sun's pale rays; promising new life in the near future. She laughed as the riverside breeze picked up her hair and trailed it in tendrils around her face; while casting about eagerly to see if she could catch sight of Edwin. Where was he? Peering down the embankment to the left and to the right, she noticed a distinct absence of Edwin. She leaned back on the rail again, her long coat flapping as she wondered what new surprise he could possibly have in store.
As she scanned intently the riverside path, she was startled suddenly by a deep American voice emanating from behind her, on the river. She turned sharply and gasped: there he was below her, standing at the prow of a large handsome sailing yacht, which another man was steering skillfully to tie up at a small pier which Lily had not noticed before. Edwin alighted from the boat and bounded along the pier and up a set of stairs leading to Lily; offering his hand to assist her with climbing over the rail and down the stairs to the yacht. Lily was shaking with laughter as he helped her balance to step onto the deck, and he laughed too, his eyes twinkling in arousal at her blatant happiness.
"Welcome aboard", he beamed, gesturing around the varnished wooden deck. The boat was dark blue and had a large cabin-like structure in the middle; wooden and with a dainty little green roof. Above this rose the sail; delicately flapping in the evening air, reminding Lily of the petal of a giant flower, or some kind of intricate origami. Everything about the yacht seemed beautifully crafted.
The other man came forwards; a pale, grinning young lad with a mass of orange hair.
"This is my friend Simon," explained Waterman, and they shook hands. "So, Lily; would you care to go for a ride?"
Lily giggled ecstatically. "Of course!"
Simon took care of the sailing while Edwin stood with Lily at the very front of the yacht and they watched London glide past them on either side. They were heading upstream and Lily tittered merrily, trying to keep her balance as the boat's nose bobbed al
ong through the water below her. Edwin stood behind her and held her steady, and she leaned back on him, relishing his strength at her back, and wriggling herself against him cried, "This is so amazing!"
She flung out her arms to feel the wind carrying her somewhat, tottering and overbalancing so that Edwin had to swoop to catch her; grabbing her by the arms and whirling her backwards onto the deck in a frenzied waltz. Both were in hysterics as they reeled around wildly, throwing themselves against each other and then leaning back, catching each other by the hand. The boat rocked slightly as they meandered around a curve and Lily cried out, toppling sideways into Edwin and nuzzling against his chest, enjoying the deep laughter reverberating outwards to her. She looked up at him, eyes gleaming, and he said softly, "Look".
She turned to face out of the front of the yacht again. They were gently rounding another curve, and as the river began opening out again before them, there appeared in the middle the resplendent pink disk of the setting sun; nestling among a bank of fluffy little clouds which were deepening in orange and rose by the second, as if being ignited.