Part 10

I couldn't help but think of my mistress Lulu again. But because of this Esper turned my head to look at her, and boldly she said, "Don't think of anyone else except me right now." I couldn't believe my ears. This woman wanted me to eliminate any and all thoughts from my mind except those that were of her, but why? I was confused. She nodded her head in understanding and I was now starting to wish that I hadn't seen her. She began to cry after this thought passed through my mind and I knew that she was sad because of it. She was now all alone. Well, she was from the beginning, but now she had learned of the warmth of someone's touch. After several moments my heart went out to her. She turned to look at me and we embraced. My fingers interlaced with her own for a moment before I began running them through her hair and she over my covered chest. Our eyes locked on eachother and now, my only thoughts were of her. I didn't know why, but I was feeling a hunger grow deep inside of my being, a burning primal hunger for her. I was curious so I asked her, "What is this I'm feeling?" She answered me with a tone that I swear could rival the song of a Siren. "Probably lust." She didn't bother to explain to me what this lust was, but that didn't seem to matter as our lips crashed together. I was oblivious to everything else. All that mattered was the silver-haired young lady that had enchanted me this morning. In a matter of seconds I had disrobed her flinging her clothes off to the side where they fell to the floor leaving her bare to my fiery gaze while she tortured me slowly removing what clothed me all the while running her fingertips across exposed areas of my skin and flesh. My hairs prickled and stood. But as she lowered herself trying to take my flesh into her mouth, I pulled away telling her that I didn't want to soil her lips with it. She was quite surprised and giggled telling me that I was certainly not like any guy she had seen before. "Don't worry. My lips won't be soiled." I was hesitant still as I believed that even though humans did such things, that such a private part of male anatomy should only touch the most private part of female anatomy. This was all new to me and I didn't want to experienced it. I tried to resist telling her that I didn't feel right about it, but finally she had restrained me. I could have easily overpowered her, but I had decided already that I would lay not a finger on this precious creature. She slowly took me into her mouth sucking in air and running her tongue over me and I closed my eyes as the sensations filled me, and as I groaned she began to stop. I opened my eyes wondering why and saw her rising up and then slowly shifting her body over my own. "Lick me." I did as was told and touched my tongue to the shadow between her thighs. She quivered the way I had when she had touched me. I smiled knowing that I was making her feel the same way and began to move my tongue around that dark area with fervor, but was stopped when she moved away. I was puzzled wondering why coupling had to be so complicated. It was different form when I had been with Lulu. Reading into my thoughts she slapped me. "I told you to think of only me!" I was stunned. No one had ever hit me like this, at least not a woman, and this again was a new experience for me. She pushed me back down into the sofa not too gently and mounted me without grace. It was not tender like Lulu. Again she slapped me. What have I done to deserve this? "You are not listening to me." Her voice was cold, but there was hint of a sob. "You are sad?" "Just shut up!" I was perplexed. But after that pause I gripped her hips and raised myself up to meet her. All thoughts and words ceased replaced by pure primal grunts, growls, and whimpers. My eyes focused upon her form that was glowing in the moonlight. Her bountiful bosom swayed lightly as did her silvery hair and her eyes looked back into mine half lidded and slightly glazed over. There were tears running out of the corner of her eyes. Yes, she had been crying, and now I was silencing those tears replacing her cries of sorrow with those of pleasure. She arched and ground, rocked and rolled. Our hips continued to meet with echoing slaps and soon we stiffened and both arched like bows having an arrow drawn back on the string and as we had reached our peaks together we cried each other's name and soon after collapsed with her body pressed on top of my own. My eyes closed and her lips found mine. I tiredly returned her kiss with my own. "I love you." I don't know if it was her or me that said this, and to this day I still don't.