Romance:From Fat To Fatale(29)
It was a moment of bliss, the nerves responding with a collective sigh as his fingertips moved from my shoulder blades to the lowest point of my spine and back again, pausing to make those circles around my tail-bone and then back up towards my neck. It was bizarre. It was beautiful. It felt incredible. And I stepped out of the skirt that had pooled on the floor around my feet, and Larry whispered in my ear, holding me against the breadth of his chest, you’re beautiful, Misha.
He was still fully clothed as he knelt down in front of me, his hands holding my hips. He was breathing more deeply now as he began to map the contours of my thong with his mouth, breathing warm air through the flimsy fabric, my fingers gripping and releasing the mass of blond curls on his head as he ran his tongue along the inside edge of my dampened and super-heated polka-dot panties. They slipped away to the floor without even a whisper of protest and we fell in slow motion, seeking the comforting support of my bed as Larry kissed the inside of my thighs.
He was gifted.
How or why - no one could possibly know. Not even Larry himself. He possessed a natural instinct, a superhuman sensitivity, an animal awareness that drew him precisely to every unexplored and hyper-sensitive pleasure centre of my body, tuned into my unspoken needs, my unconscious desires, and my unfulfilled libido. I came home. And I was utterly and hopelessly lost. He moved as if he were my shadow, reflecting every twist and movement of my body, echoing the involuntary curve of my arched back with his hands, breathing with my heartbeat, sipping the droplets of sweat that pooled between my breasts, moving around me, tasting me, thrilling every heightened nerve ending, gathering my pleasure into one continuous wave of explosive intensity.
I can't even remember when he slipped out of his clothes. His focus was completely on me. He wouldn't let me reciprocate. He wanted me to lose myself in the approaching tsunami, cresting the wave without any thoughts of anyone or anything else, not even a hint of distraction from the fiercely burning cone of pleasure that was drawing me irresistibly to its molten peak. He became an extension of everything I was feeling, the edges blurring and melting and when I gasped that I really needed to feel him inside me, he hesitated, holding completely still, drawing out the moment until it was completely unbearable and the walls of the room started to shake and I was clawing at him to seize and possess every cell in my body.
There was a moment of complete emptiness, just a sharp intake of breath, and then he moved and I heard the thunder long before the lightning flashed. A deep roll in the pit of my pelvis that foreshadowed a blinding flash of unbearably ferocious intensity and I howled and let go of everything that held me to this earth, roaring and soaring and feeling the wings of the old gods lifting me high above the cold, darkness of everything I'd ever known, a moment of such intense bliss that the wheels of time held still and offered me a glimpse of eternity.
Dawn patterned my familiar room with the dappled light of its rose-tinted glow and my first thoughts on waking were - Did that really happen or did I just have the most perfect and realistic dream a human can ever possibly experience without the benefit of non-prescription medication? The answer was curled up next to me, a blaze of blond curls cast around his head like an angel's shining halo on a medieval icon. The room, my solitary cell on the pathway to academic excellence, reeked of sex.
And it was the headiest perfume I had ever inhaled in my entire life. I had never felt so energised, so exhausted, so peaceful, so animated, so completely fulfilled. I was still buzzing with the night's chemical cocktail of high-octane hormonal stimulation and I wasn't sure if I'd ever come back down to earth. Larry stirred and slowly opened his eyes, smiling at the wildly dishevelled jungle of my hair and said simply, Good God, Misha, but you're beautiful first thing in the morning. I moved closer to him, wrapping one thigh around his hips, and he moved gently down between my legs to start again. Oh, what the Hell, I said to myself as I turned onto my back and he slipped a pillow beneath my hips. Why the Hell not?
Chapter 19:
The golden days of my youth
Some guys should have a clear warning label tattooed on the back of their necks. The ones who cause the pain and the heartache, those selfish and insecure mongrels who sow the seeds of trouble in your heart Those guys. They should have a label that ends with the simple advice that it would be altogether better to pull the trigger on the mutts without the slightest hesitation and put the brutes out of their misery. Because, in a true and traditional Christian sense, it would be a pure and necessary case of mercy killing - and the world would be a much better place without them.
But some guys - and, unlike the first category, there really aren't too many of these individuals in this world - these particular guys need to carry a warning label to prepare you for the fact that they are just too wonderful. Period. And that no one else will ever come close to their magical presence in your life. So you better be prepared for a whole lot of disappointment from every other guy you ever get involved with. Because these are the handful of guys in the world who are totally are unique. Like gentle, exotic visitors from another planet. You only ever get the one shot - if you're blessed and lucky enough to meet one in the first place. Larry absolutely and unquestionably fell into the second category.
We became an item on campus, Larry's physique being blessed by the superb genetic potential to build perfectly-proportioned, lean muscle from head to toe and my own amazing case of the rapidly disappearing fat lady. Guys began to notice me for the first time in my life. Yeah.