excerpt: A Union Of Flaws

Tracee still hasn't relaxed. I like that about her even if it surprises me. She cums from the core, as I imagine a volcano must when it finally builds enough pressure and bursts open to pour hot liquid out, just as her pussy does. There is always that pressure and I am a geologist studying her with just as much patience and science as I am able to muster and apply over time. That isn't to say that I'm a good scientist but I have my heart in the right place and that must count for something.


I hope it does. I think if it doesn't then her time with me is going to look like a great big waste and I don't want that.


Nobody wants that.


"Ohhhhhhhhh......shhhhhhhhhhhhh."


She always says that. It accompanies a small aftershock that sweeps through her body and rattles the bedsprings as she shudders and pushes out another final burst. Her orgasm is a time-delayed explosion. The first initial shock is a lot of fun but for me, it is all about the second tremor. That is where I find the most pleasure. She lets it loose right at that point where I'm beginning to come down from my own and wondering if I did good. Good?


When I'm dangling there and weighing all the facts in my mind the second wave sweeps over her and I'm washed ashore, safe and warm upon her damp body, both of us pliant and malleable as soft brass. That is the juice, right there. She, usually so stern and unwilling to relax and just relish the moment, will sometimes let down here as she's doing right now. I can feel her long beautiful fingers slipping under my arms and seeking a little room underneath me, where they settle, cloying softly to my sweaty skin. We have made a hell of a mess and I'm pleased to discover her finally willing to sprawl out and soak in it.


Wasn't always that way. I remember the first time we fucked. Same sweet little dance with her unique double bump at the end. I was catching my breath and wondering how in the world I was going to get to do that again. (Addict much?) She jumped out of bed, which is not just an expression but an accurate report of what took place. She leapt to the floor, landing on her feet as if she needed to be ready to catch the next swinging bar as it passed overhead and continue on with the circus routine we were in.


Except we weren't. We were in her bed in her apartment so I knew whatever she was doing she wasn't leaving. I thought she'd forgotten something.


"Leave the keys in the door?"


"Huh," she asked. We weren't making a lot sense to one another at this point and it was going to take time for us to get each other.


"Where you going? Like a fire or something?

She was already gone and I heard thr shower running. I laid in bed that night, wondering if this was some sort of signal and I should, at this point, be leaving? Should I know that was the end of our evening and sneak out as she was going about her toilet? I didn't know. I hoped not becaused I wanted more of what I'd just had. I needed more of what she'd just given me.