The Reconstruction of Cyprian

by Michelle Love

  “I’ve told you not to change for me.” I frown at him.

  Starting the car, he takes off, spinning the wheels and burning out of the parking lot. “Whoa! This is a powerful thing, isn’t it?”

  He seems to be onto other things and our conversation about him needing to change for me is put in the past, quite quickly as he turns up the radio to just below a deafening level and heads toward town.

  It’s a little past midnight, making me think his plan is to drive for a while before we go back to his place. And what will happen when we get back there, I wonder.

  He’s said he’s going to be exercising his control with me. I’m a little worried he thinks we can make out like crazy and do nothing more than that. He must think that’s how I want it. Which is far from true.

  I’ve had to fight myself to stay strong where he’s concerned. His touch turns me inside out. His kiss fills me with desire. I can’t make out with him and that’s it!

  He takes a sharp left and we get onto the highway. With the flip of a switch, I see a radar screen light up and he looks at me with light in his eyes. “Hang on, baby! The highway is clear!”

  “Shit!” I scream as I hang on and he accelerates.

  Lights flash by so fast they’re like strobe lights. I find I’m still shrieking as he goes down the road. I close my mouth and my eyes but can still feel the car’s energy as it hauls butt down the empty highway.

  Finally, he slows down and we’re both panting as he turns the radio down. “What a rush, huh?”

  I can only nod as my stomach is in my throat. He takes the next exit and we head back toward home, going a moderate ninety miles an hour. Finally, I manage to swallow enough times, my tummy goes back to where it belongs. “That was amazing!”

  “You look like you were about to pass out,” he says with a chuckle “Did I scare you?”

  “Hell, yes you did! But I found trust in you, eventually.” I laugh as exhilaration runs through me.

  “I’m glad you found trust in me, Cami.” He touches my hand with his fingertips. “I’m going to show you all night, just how much you can trust me.

  I blink at him as I have a fear I know what he’s going to do to me. And I have no idea if I can take that kind of pressure. “What are you going to do, Cyprian?” I ask to make sure I’m right.

  “You’ll see. I am going to learn more about self-control. You are an expert at it. You can help me.” He gives me a smile.

  I feel a bit sick as I know he thinks I’m some kind of expert at keeping myself somewhat chaste. But I had made a decision to give him what he needed if he ever gave me another chance.

  Now, he’s sitting here, telling me he wants me to show him how to keep things from going too far. “How far do you want to go?” I ask him as I have no clue.

  “You tell me,” he says as he pulls up to his gate. “You are the expert at knowing the point not to go past, after all.”

  I am not!

  I have no idea how far we can go before I need it all. And I have an idea he wants to test his limits tonight. That means mine will be tested as well. I’m not sure I can handle it!

  As he pulls back into the garage, I have to ask, “Cyprian, do you feel ready to make the commitment of seeing only each other, yet?”

  He looks at me for what I deem, too long, before he says, “Cami, I want to be the man you deserve before I go that far. I want to be sure I can be the best man I can be before I ask you not to see anyone else.”

  “Does that mean, you and I can go out with other people, if we want to?” I ask as I’m unsure what the man wants.

  He sighs and gets out of the car and comes around to help me out. His arm goes around me as he helps me up and his forehead rests on mine. “If you feel you want to go out with someone else, you are still free to do that. But I can tell you right now, I will try to monopolize your time.”

  “And what about you?” I ask him as he’s making me feel uneasy about things.

  “I have no want for anyone else right now. But that door is open to me as well. I don’t want either of us to have to go through a break-up if we don’t think we can be what the other needs. Do you agree with that?”

  “I suppose that’s how everyone who dates, without a commitment, does things. So, I agree to those terms.” I’m not sure how I feel about things but at least we’re going forward, somewhat.

  “Good,” he says as he puts his arm around my waist and takes me inside. “Tonight, we get to know one another on a different level. We know all about each other’s pasts and families. Now, we can get to know what kinds of things we like to do. And you can teach me how to control myself where sex is concerned.”

  With a sigh, I go with him to explore unknown territory and find I’m more nervous than if he was taking me straight to his bed.

  How am I going to handle this…

  Chapter 4

  CYPRIAN

  The ambiance is perfect as we sit on a leather sofa in front of a picture window that overlooks the back of the estate. A full moon fills the upper left corner of the huge window and stars dot the sky.

  Cami and I sit right next to one another, our legs touching as I have my arm around her shoulders. “I have no idea how to be gentlemanly about this, Cami. You have to teach me what’s expected.”

  She shifts a bit to look at me. “With the other women, the escorts, how did that work? Did you pick them or did they pick you?”

  “They most often picked me. There were very few times when I found one I had to have. But there were a few times.” I play with one of her curls that she’s let down out of the bun she had them trapped in.

  I gave her a T-shirt and a pair of my pajama bottoms, instead of having her too close to naked with only the T-shirt on. I changed into a pair, too. We both have the same amount of clothing on and have had no alcohol to lessen our inhibitions. I’ll need my wits about me to learn how to do this only to a certain point.

  “Did you have to entice those women to come to your bed?” she asks.

  I smile at her naivety. “That’s not how escorts work. I merely pointed and wiggled my finger and that was all I ever had to do.”

  “I see. And just how did that all go? Did you have foreplay?” She searches my eyes and I find myself wondering if she really should know this. “I need to know how your experiences were, so I can gauge where your weaknesses are.”

  “Well then, you should know there would be one, two, or three women each time. Foreplay was going on even while we were still in the ballroom at the party. Once we took it up to my bedroom, we pretty much got down to business.”

  I watch her expression go scientific as she nods. “How many orgasms would you typically have in one session?”

  “It varied. Anywhere from five to ten. And most of the time, we’d sleep until morning and have another session, where I climaxed another three to five times.” I tell her and she seems to be taking it all very clinically, which is better than I expected. But then again, I never expected her to ask me for such details.

  “And you did this on Friday and Saturday nights?” she asks as she seems to be tallying things up in her head.

  “Yes. In total, there would be up to ten times on Friday night. Add five more for Saturday morning. Add ten more for Saturday night. Another ten for Sundays.”

  “Ten on Sundays too?” she asks, looking puzzled.

  “Yes, around five in the morning. Then we’d go to the track and those times were usually one by one as the women would hit me up, one at a time and we’d have quickies in the bathrooms. Or other secluded areas.” I say and see her frown a little.

  “So, you like to have sex in semi-secluded places,” she says as she’s weighing the information I gave her.

  “I didn’t say I liked it or preferred it. It’s just how I was introduced to it all. I want to find my own way to enjoy it now. I want to do things with you and find our own way.” I run my hand over her shoulder and trace her red lips as I look into her sapphire eyes. “I want to
be a different man for you, Camilla.”

  She nods. “I can see, no matter how many times I tell you not to change for me, you will never listen, will you?”

  “I want to change for myself too. And I don’t have to have that many climaxes every weekend. That was mostly because there were so many different women who were around. Plus, I never had sex on weeknights or Sunday nights. If you and I do decide to become exclusive, then I could have sex on those nights too. It’s not that I have to have that much sex. I just have had that much. Do you understand?”

  She nods and looks at me in a different way. “Will it offend you if I treat this somewhat like a science experiment? I’ll still have real feelings, don’t get me wrong. But I’d like to see if a man who’s lived this way, doing the same thing, sexually for twenty years, can really make this big of an adjustment.”

  “It doesn’t hurt my feelings at all. Go right ahead. I’m more than interested, myself,” I tell her as I run my hand through her satin-like dark curls.

  “You will need to be completely truthful with me,” she says as she plays with my bicep. “You will need to let me know if you begin to feel it necessary to climax while we’re still in the phase of teaching you self-control. And if we move on to a committed relationship, you will need to let me know if you are happy and comfortable with the amount of sex and type you’re getting. It’s vital I know that and you be truthful. Don’t worry about hurting my feelings.”

  “Okay,” I say and move my lips over her cheek until they come to her ear. “Can we begin?”

  “We can,” she says as her hands move over my back and I move around in front of her and hold the back of her neck as I move my mouth back to hers.

  Our lips press together, using no tongue, I kiss her with little pecks, alternated with long kisses. Her lips part after a while and I venture in. Our tongues intertwine and we explore one another’s mouth, learning how it feels to be aware of the kiss.

  It’s not as hard as I thought it’d be to keep my cock from running off with me. I’m not allowing my mind go into the dark, I’m staying focused on the kiss and that’s it. When our mouths part, she asks, “Are you okay?”

  I nod and move my hand to her breast. “Second base?”

  She nods and pulls me back to kiss her again while I massage her breast. It becomes a little harder to control myself but I think about Cami and how much I respect her and how I need to treat her respectably too.

  Her body is soft and supple as I run my hand under the T-shirt and cup her naked breast in my hand. I’m doing fine with this, so I push it further. Pushing her to lie back on the sofa, I kiss my way to her breast and take it in my mouth while I play with the other one.

  Her hands run through my hair and she moans a little. Her moan has me smiling as I can see she is into it and even that still has me controlling myself with her.

  It would be at this point that my dick would already be rock hard and aching for relief. But so far I’m comfortable. It occurs to me that Cami may not have had sex in a long time and this may be more difficult for her.

  Pulling my mouth off her delicious tit, I look at her and find her biting her lip. “Cami, how long has it been since your last orgasm?”

  She looks up at the ceiling. “It’s been a long time.”

  “I’m doing fine with this. And I’d like to really test myself with you. Could I give you an orgasm, no penetration, of course?”

  She eyeballs me for a moment then sighs. “That wouldn’t be fair to you.”

  Then I get a bright idea as I recall a kid back in high school who was so proud to tell everyone who’d listen how he and this one girl dry humped until they came.

  “Have you ever dry humped?” I ask her as I gauge her reaction. “I never have. I think it might be a way we could release tension while not exactly having sex. What do say to that?”

  She looks a little nervous. “Won’t your pj’s get kind of nasty?”

  “I can change them. But we don’t have to go that far if you think it’s an inappropriate thing to do. Is it too physical for you? Is it too invasive? Too much too soon?”

  “It’s not really having sex. So, I think it’ll be okay.” She pulls me back but I stop her.

  “Wait, that’s not helping me to learn how to make-out without having my own release. Can I use my mouth to give you an orgasm?” I ask her as I think about the other way defeating my purpose. “Also, I want tonight to be about you.”

  She looks at me for a long time. Her body is tense as she makes her decision. “It’s not fair to you.”

  “I need to learn about self-control. Please.”

  With a sigh, she nods and I move my body over hers. “Okay, but a little dry humping to start out with. I want to see if that does anything for me. This may sound insane but I’d like to have a hard-on when I taste you for the first time.”

  She moans and pulls me to her. “Damn it, Cyprian, you are a Rake, aren’t you? You are irresistible.” Her mouth is hot as I’ve gone too far for her to retain self-control.

  I’m not sure if that matters or not. It’s me she’s counting on to keep my cock out of her.

  Am I up to that yet…

  Chapter 5

  CAMILLA

  His tight and taut body is all over mine, grinding against me, making the soft cotton material move back and forth over my clit, igniting a hunger in me. I can’t believe he wants to do this without going all the way!

  I’m close to going over the edge when he stops kissing me and pumping away on me and moves down my body, pulling the pajama bottoms down only far enough so he can get to the goods.

  I arch up to him as he blows on me. My fingers curve into the soft leather of the sofa. He blows and blows until I’m about to go crazy, I want his mouth on me so damn bad.

  Just before I beg him, his lips touch me and I moan, long and hard, as his tongue moves in ways I didn’t know were possible. “Cyprian. Yes.”

  He hums his response, sending a vibration deep into me. I can’t stop moaning and twisting as he makes magical things happen inside of me. On and on he goes, giving me his intimate kiss which rivals what he can do with my mouth.

  One thought keeps coursing through my head. I don’t ever want to let him go. I want him more than I did before. I can’t think of anyone else doing this to me.

  I want to scream out that I’m his and his, alone. I want to shout it out loud for everyone to hear. No one can make me feel this way. No one!

  My body starts to tremble as it grows closer to reaching a place it hasn’t in over a year. My moan goes a pitch higher and then one more as the wave climbs to new heights. I shriek with my release and find him holding my ass in his strong hands as he pushes his tongue into me and sends me even deeper into the sweet ecstasy he’s found in me.

  When my body eases, he looks at me with my juices wet on his face. His dark eyes are ravenous, like that of a wild wolf’s. He swallows hard, making his Adam’s apple bob in his throat.

  I feel as if he’s working against himself right now. His chest is heaving as he tries to steady himself. I pull my shirt off and wiggle my finger at him. “Would you make love to me now, Cyprian? Because I’m pretty damn positive that I do love you. Do you think you might love me too?”

  He nods and pulls his shirt off too. Then he goes savage and yanks my pajama bottoms all the way off then drops his and picks me up. I wrap my legs around him as he holds me higher than he is and looks at me as he lowers me to him.

  “I have beaten you,” he growls. “I have made you into what I was afraid of.”

  I shake my head. “No! No, I know I love you. I do. You haven’t beaten me. This is right. It’s good. We care for one another. This means something.”

  “I want it to,” he says as he grits his teeth. “Are you on birth control?”

  “Yes, you can be free with me, Cyprian. You’re safe with me. I’m clean and you must be too with all the condoms you’ve bought from me.” I giggle a little, earning a snarl from him.
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  “I’ve never done this without a condom, sheathing me.” His eyes grow bright and hunger fills his face. Then his eyes roam over the room and he stops them on something.

  Grabbing my hand, he pulls me along with him as he makes quick strides toward a small round table with a few chairs around it. He spins me into his arms to face him. “Cyprian, can you tell me you love me?”

  He nods as he caresses my cheek. “I love you, Camilla. I think I’ve loved you before I even met you. Now, don’t be afraid by this, but animal lust is burning inside me. I’m about to get very aggressive with you but after that, I will make love to you. It’s been too long and I have to get this part out of the way.”

  My heart is racing as excitement runs through me. “Do what you need to do.”

  His mouth crashes onto mine so hard, I taste a bit of blood as one of us has cut the other. I can’t feel any pain as adrenaline runs through me. I’m shaking with anticipation of what he’s about to do to me.

  He ends the hard kiss then turns me around, quickly and pushes the top half of me down on the table, holding me down with one hand and running his other one over my ass.

  Two hard slaps have me quivering with need then he slams into me and goes brutal on me. Slam after slam is made as he slaps my ass hard every so often, sending heat pouring through me.

  I’ve never been treated this way and I’m on fire with how animal it is. His breathing is hard and even that has a lusty tone to it. “Do you like it?” he asks between clenched teeth as he smacks my ass again.

  “Yes,” I say and it comes out quivery.

  “This is fucking, Camilla. This is all I’ve ever done. This is all I know. You will teach me how to make love in a little while but first I will show you what I know how to do.”

  “I’m not complaining, Cyprian,” I manage to say as I’ve never been this stimulated before.

  I find I’m pretty pissed at myself for holding the man off at all. He’s amazing!

  My body starts to shake and my knees go weak as he takes me harder and more furiously. I shriek with the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had and he groans as he comes along with me. Then his teeth are on my back as he leans over me, biting me with his release.