Here ya go, Tish Tosh, o ye queen of the runners. Watch out, I might catch up with ya before you get to the top of Valley Ridge ... soon as I find a cab. Now go buy my book. And read it. There will be a quiz.
ejd
05-06-04
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Eric Jerome Dickey’s novel
GENEVIEVE
Available from New American Library
1
She rests on top of my body, naked, wrapped around my leg, her head on my chest. Her skin is still hot, set fire by too many orgasms to count. I’ve never been with a woman who came so hard, so often. My tongue tastes like her secrets. Her lavender aroma lives on my flesh. She stirs. My leg is sticky where her vagina rests on me. My come drains from her, adds to her wetness. I stroke her breasts, fingers pulling at her nipple, and she purrs. Her hand holds my penis with a never-ending longing, holds my flaccidity as if she wishes it were hers to keep.
My cellular vibrates, hums like her favorite carnal toy, dances on the dresser.
We both jump, startled away from our private world.
Her cellular glows and sings an urban beat, a hip-hop ring tone. Usher. My confession.
We don’t reach out to answer, just hold each other’s guilt and wait for peace to return.
We grip our silence as if speaking were the bigger sin.
We kiss. Touch. Her kisses are intense. I whisper, “We should leave.”
“Little bit longer, baby?”
“They’ll look for us.”
She sucks my tongue, bites me with passion. “Please?”
Her tongue finds its way down my chest. Her mouth covers my penis.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
My fingers stroke her hair, hand encourages her rhythm. She looks up and smiles at me, rubs that rigid part of me against her face, glows as if it has healing powers. Her mouth covers me again. She hums. Sounds starved. Heat. Sweet, sweet heat. The wet sounds arouse me.
I moan, let my hand gather her hair into a fist, keep encouraging her motions, her head moving so smoothly. Every nerve comes alive. I writhe toward an undeserved heaven. My flaccidity hardens. I look down at her. She smiles, proud of the power she has over me inside of this moment. Kisses me and my insanity escalates. She pulls me to where she needs me.
Her legs open and I climb on her. The lips of her vagina whisper my name.
She takes me inside her and there is a shift in consciousness as we integrate in sin. She moves and I fall into her anxious rhythm, her undercurrents. Her words are soft, her moans are soft, and her skin is soft. They all create a spark. And that spark becomes a raging fire.
I put her ankles around my neck, hold her ass, pull her into me a thousand times. She looks down to witness our connection, then stares into my eyes. My measured strokes go deeper, create madness. She grabs my ass, shudders, tells me she wants me faster, deeper.
Her arms flay side to side. She yanks the sheets, finds a pillow to cover her mouth, give that softness her wild sounds. Her legs shake. I yank the pillow away so I can see her face. Have to watch her. Her eyes close tight. She tremors and grabs her breasts, squeezes them so tight. Her legs spread like wings. Under my every stroke she flies and cries like an eagle.
I turn her over, position myself between the bed and the wall, use that wall to give me power. She can’t move. Can only take what I give. She’s there. She’s coming strong and often.
Oh, how she quakes.
Oh, how her expressions morph into a beautiful ugliness.
The room sounds like an exorcism in progress.
In between my grunts and moans, I call out to her, say rude and demanding things.
She whispers things to arouse me even more, growls, touches herself, then licks her own fingers, touches herself, then feeds me her juices, grabs my ass, tells me to fuck her, fuck her hard, whines and moans and squeals and tells me how hard I am, how strong I am, how good I’m fucking her, how deep I’m going, demands my steady thrusting to never stop, goes insane and tells me I can come anywhere I want to, that she will take it in any orifice or drink it like wine.
I turn her over, take her to the center of the bed, suck her breasts while she reaches for my hardness, rushes me back inside her,