The Touch of Bliss — A Sensual Reckoning (Muse of Shadow) (5 page)

On the edge of the patio, we sat out of sight of the lounge for a
while. We were all over each other still, our hands at each other’s breasts, our
tongues hungry as we kissed and each whispered how beautiful the other was.

The thing about beauty is that beauty always fades. So how do
you hang onto something destined to become a memory before the reality even has
time to fade away?

“It can’t get any better than tonight,” I said when I’d caught my
breath, and I meant it. “Thank you.”

Serina’s tongue slipped into my mouth for what seemed an
impossibly long time. I was gasping as she slowly withdrew, our lips wet with
the taste of each other.

“The night’s not over…” she said.

Part Six

WE MANAGED TO MAKE the walk to the service door under
some semblance of composure. If anyone had seen us from the windows above, I’m
sure they would have thought we were just drunk, not delightfully degenerate
and two steps away from not caring who watched while we stripped each other
naked.

As we followed a narrow downstairs corridor, Serina and I both
felt our hands stray to each other’s butts, giggling again as we felt each
other. By the time she led me to her room and fumbled open the door, our hands
were inside each other’s clothes, our tongues feeding on each other’s lips in a
frenzy.

All your life, all the men you’ve been with… why has it never
felt like this before?

Her room was on the second floor, a smaller version of my suite
above. It had the same floor-to-ceiling window, though with a much diminished
view. The southern exposure must have given plenty of light, though, at least
to judge by the small jungle’s worth of plants that spread before the glass.
The starlit night beyond was bright and beautiful, no lights on in the
apartment itself.

She dragged me over toward the bed where it was set up close to
that window, kissing me hard the whole time. Then we let that silver light
guide us as we peeled each other’s clothing off a flurry of fingers and
tongues. I gave my hips a shake as Serina slid my skirt down, her hands tracing
my butt. Her own dress peeled off her as if she’d been poured into it, her
breasts seeming even fuller than they had outside, her nipples enormous. Then
we were standing naked before each other in the shadows.

So beautiful. Oh baby, so beautiful.

Seeing her that way, exposed to her that way, I felt the hunger in
me reach an absolute peak. I’d lost count of the number of times I’d made
myself climax that morning. I was far too flustered to keep track of how many
more times I’d climaxed outside beneath the starlit sex show. But despite how
drained I was, I was starving for her, desperate for her. My hands ran up her
back and the top of her butt as our breasts pressed against each other, and we
kissed like neither of us wanted the moment to end.

She pushed me back to the bed. She laid me down gently, letting
me shift back to watch her standing before me. She had a full-length mirror
mounted on the nearest wall, so that I saw her twice over, front and side.

So beautiful. Oh so beautiful.

In the light of her eyes, I could see the same hunger I felt in
myself. That hunger was for me. She wanted me, and I was hers.

So beautiful. Oh so beautiful.

She slid up against me, working her way up me with tongue and
lips. My calves, my thighs, my sopping sex. One kiss on my throbbing clitty,
then up across my belly. Both my breasts, sucking each of my nipples longingly
in turn. My neck, my cheek, my mouth, her tongue inside me, long and soft as my
tongue slipped past it and inside her.

“I want you…” I whispered when I could breathe again.

Without a word, she spun herself around. I felt her spreading my
legs as she spread hers around my head. And then the delicious shadow of her
thighs and her wet bush covered me, and my tongue was up and inside her, even
as her tongue found my clitty and worked it hard.

I climaxed twice in short order. It might have been even more
times, but each wave of sensation pushed through into another, so that I
couldn’t tell where one started and the next began. I felt Serina cry out on
top of me more than once, but the sound of her voice only made my own pleasure
that much more intense, until the pounding of my pulse in my ears drowned out
everything else.

When she finally rolled off me, I was spent. She swung around to
lie across me, our arms tight around each other as we kissed for what seemed
forever.

You taste like her, she tastes like you. Your tongues sharing
and spreading the musky scent of each other’s sex, flowing inside you, inside
her. Sharing this taste you made that no two other people could ever make.

“Thank you,” I whispered at some point, because there was nothing
else I could say.

Serina smiled slyly. “The night’s not over.”

She slipped away from me with a low moan that told of how hard it
was to break that contact. I heard her pad to the kitchen to return with
bottled water. I drank it, parched. Then she went back and returned with hot
water in a large bowl, steaming in the shadows. I watched as she dropped to her
knees and fumbled something out from under the bed. A small overnight case. I
sat up but couldn’t figure out what was going on as she hoisted the case to the
bed and popped it open.

When I saw what was inside, I could only stare wide-eyed.

Oh my. Oh my oh my oh my…

Against a foam backing, a half-dozen rubber dongs took up most of
the case’s interior. To one side were arrayed bottles of lubricants and oils.
To the other side lay a bundle of straps whose purpose I wasn’t sure of, but it
was impossible to take my eyes off the shape and the length and the thickness
of those incredible toys.

“I told you I keep to myself,” Serina said. The shy smile was
back. “But that gets lonely sometimes.”

She pushed me onto my back again. One by one, she took each of
those dongs from the case and ran them across my body. Just touching. Working
along my thighs and belly, across my nipples and between my breasts. When each
was done, she dropped it into the bowl of water. Warming them, I realized.

She lay across me for a wonderful while, licking my breasts in
long strokes of her tongue. “Do you ever play with toys?” she asked.

“No,” I answered truthfully. “But I want to.”

You want to so badly. So hungry suddenly for this thing you’ve
never even thought about before, like you’ve been starving for years but only
just felt the pain of it.

She reached down and came up with a red rubber dong, smooth and
clean and curved. It looked enormous in her small hands, and I felt a tingling
of expectation in my crotch. “I’ll start with my small boy,” she said.

Oh my…

The sensation as Serina worked it into me was exquisite. I felt
myself opened up in a totally different way than with her fingers, a totally
different way than any man I’d ever been with. Slow and steady, gentle and
hard, and oh so thick. I saw her fingers move and suddenly my sex was buzzing.
I hadn’t known it was a vibrator as well.

So many things you don’t know. How much have you missed? How
much is never coming back?

“You’re my baby,” Serina whispered. She lay down next to me,
draping herself over me while she continued to work me down below. “All sweet
and innocent.”

“I want to be your baby. I want to be your naughty baby.” I was
breathing hard, my hands at my breasts and my hips thrusting against her by
hungry instinct. From the corner of my eye, I could watch in the mirror,
getting the view I couldn’t see down between my legs. Her hand was working
furiously, gripped tight around the dong as it slipped in and out of me.

“Tell me how naughty you want to be.”

As Serina pushed herself over me, I buried my face again in the
magnificence of her breasts. “I want to be your bitch…” I stammered. My heart
felt like it was close to bursting with hunger and desire. I knew that
bitch
wasn’t much in the salty language department for most people, but I never
talked that way.

Because you’ve always known how much you wanted to be the
bitch, haven’t you…?

Serina licked her lips as they curled to a sly smile. “You’re my
baby bitch. All sweet and innocent and horny as all hell.”

All those years of denying it, of never saying it… because you
were afraid.

“Yes…”

“Tell me what you want, baby bitch.”

“Deeper…”

She gave it to me deeper, thrusting slowly, inch by inch so that
the anticipation built and built to a throbbing crescendo. Then out again,
teasing me. Then in again, deep. Not letting me climax but holding me just on
the edge.

“Tell me what you want, baby bitch.”

“Faster…”

Serina pumped me furiously, hard and deep and fast as she rubbed
my clitty with her other thumb.

“Tell me what you want, baby bitch.”

“Take me,” I whispered. “Take me any way you want. Show me how
you do it. Teach me everything tonight…”

I gasped as she pulled the dong out, and where it had opened me
up to a depth I’d never felt before, Serina’s hand followed. The sensation when
she entered me again set a shiver rooting deep inside me, twisting from
fingertips to toes, from my lips where I moaned to my nipples standing rigid
and pale pink in the silver light. Her fingers probed my wetness hungrily, as
if she might be tasting me again through their touch. Two digits to open me,
then four to stretch me as she had before.

Then she pushed further, her body trembling with anticipation and
raw desire. I felt the entirety of her small hand slip inside me, and suddenly my
sex was convulsing around the size of her, contracting all on its own. Squeezing
her with a frantic strength that made her moan.

As she leaned across me, I gaspingly took her breasts in my mouth.
I tasted the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her musk where she’d been
tugging at her nipples with her own sex-soaked fingers. She was full and firm against
my face, the chocolate darkness of her skin kissed by the flickering light of
the stars.

As she worked my wet and wide-open sex with one hand, the other
cradled her breasts, lifting them to her own mouth. I felt my threshold of
arousal push even higher as she licked and sucked each of her chocolate nipples
in turn, leaving them glistening and oh so hard. Her hand inside me was slow
and gentle, oh so gentle. And then the sensation of her squeezing her fingers
to a tight fist inside my wetness overwhelmed me.

As I climaxed, I felt her groan with the sympathetic pleasure of
that feeling, my ecstasy twisting through me and into her as she sucked one of
her own breasts in deep.

In the aftermath, my clitty and my nether lips were aching, and I
had to beg her to stop. The ache as she pulled away from me was worse, though.
The dong went back in the water, another pulled out dripping wet and warm. It
was a chocolate-brown monster that made my eyes go wide, all lifelike and
heavily veined. As long as Serina’s forearm, it looked thicker than her wrist as
she rubbed it up and down my body.

Oh yes. Oh please, oh yes…

But then she left it there on my belly, just letting me judge the
impossible size of it over top of the space where I wanted it. She was back at
the case, fumbling out those straps I’d seen earlier.

Oh yes. Oh please, oh yes oh yes oh yes yes yes…

The harness was in the shape of a butterfly. It had a small shaft
on its inward curving side, and I watched Serina slip it inside her wetness in
one smooth stroke. She pushed a switch and I heard a vibrator switch on. As the
straps were pulled tight around her legs and waist with practiced ease, I heard
her moan deliciously. She slid the chocolate dong off my trembling belly,
snapping it onto the harness with three quick clicks.

Then she was looming above me, and a wet wave of absolute desire
twisted through me to leave me shaking.

All these things tonight that you’ve never felt before…

On any other woman, the falseness of the effect would have been
too easily noticeable, though I expect it would have affected me just the same
either way. But the slick chocolate richness of the dong and its straps were a
perfect match for Serina’s cocoa skin. The dark butterfly blended in perfectly
with her thick black bush in the faint light.

With one hand, she was stroking her breasts, tweaking each thick
nipple in turn. With the other, she was rubbing lube all along her thick black penis,
and all I could think about was how much I needed her inside me.

Now… Oh god, let her take you now.

“How much of a stud can I be with you?”

I felt the uncertainty underlying the question. I felt the hunger
in her, knew how far she wanted to go. But she was in control of that hunger,
not wanting to give me more than I was ready for.

She can be anything she wants, she can be anything she needs
to be. Dominate you, take you, open you up with that magnificent weapon and drain
you…

“Just tell me what you want,” I whispered.

I heard her hesitate for just a moment. “On your knees, baby bitch.”

You need to please her. You’ll do anything to please her.

I grabbed two pillows from the head of the bed and dropped down
low with them under me. My butt was up high as I reached between my legs. I
watched in the mirror as she moved behind me, both hands to her penis now, so
that her breasts swung free and beautiful. She probed me with her fingers first,
my own hands shaking where I spread myself and she slipped past me.

“You’re a wet bitch. You’ve been waiting for it.”

All your life you’ve been waiting for it…

“You want it big and hard, baby bitch. You want it inside you.”

Yes…

I nodded and groaned, but I couldn’t speak.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I want you inside me so bad…”

I felt the pressure of that thick head against me. I felt it open
me up, slipping inside me in one smoothly lubed motion. Then she was pumping me
slowly, driving into me in a regular rhythm that matched the pounding of my
heart.

I’d never been so wide open before. Never had anything so big
inside me before. But even as I gasped out loud with each stroke, I caught
sight of us in the mirror, and I could see how little she was actually giving
me of the monster anchored to her crotch.

“Give me more,” I groaned.

“It’s too much for you, baby bitch,” Serina whispered, her nails
scraping oh-so-gently down my back. “You’ve got to be schooled to learn to take
a dick like this.”