He opened his eyes to a freshly bathed red-head hovering above him looking and smelling absolutely edible. “I had a shitty week,” he grumbled as he let out a long breath. He reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear as he stared into her eyes, mentally petitioning her for solace.
“I’m sorry,” she leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth, offering him comfort the only way she could.
“What are you sorry for?”
“That I wasn’t there to make it better and… for the other thing,” she blushed.
He had already forgiven her but he still liked that she was worried about his reaction. Her fear was a potent thing. He attempted to smile but winced when the sharp pain in his mouth reminded him just how horrible his day had really been.
“Well you’re here now,” he tugged her closer. “So make it better.”
“Our food is going to get cold,” she circled a finger around his hairy navel.
“Fuck the food. I just want to forget about the week I had.”
Elsa’s eyes lit up the room. “It would be my pleasure to help you with that.”
She carefully crawled between his legs trying to avoid contact on her wounds. As she sat back on her haunches and rubbed her palm over his quickly growing dick, Victor was touched that despite her obvious pain, she was still willing to please him. This woman really was something else.
He suddenly felt drugged by her clean, womanly scent. He just wanted every wretched image and memory from the week to go away and for there to be nothing but thoughts of Elsa and her mouth around him. He clasped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes while she pulled his briefs off and worked her magic on his cock. He felt the warmth of her mouth around him, the slickness of her saliva and the tightness of her throa,t and the world around him melted into obscurity. Yes, this is exactly what he needed… She is exactly what he needed.
16: Bared
Seated at the table, Victor and Elsa ate their reheated dinner in near silence. She wanted desperately to know the details of his week, but knew she couldn’t ask any questions without giving anything away. As she chewed on the veal parmesan, she tried to formulate a way to ask about his job indirectly.
“I talked to my mom.”
Victor’s instantly perked up. “Oh? About what?”
“About my accident and about what’s going on back home in Mass.”
He chewed his food but remained silent, waiting for more information.
“She said they found another body up by Cambridge. It’s horrible. The whole community is pretty torn up about it.”
His brows went up and he nodded, but never let on that he suspected anything. “I can imagine. Have you kept up with the case at all?”
She mentally patted herself on the back. She was turning out to be a pretty good player in his game. “Not since I’ve moved here. I don’t watch television or news except on rare occasions, but you already know that about me, right?” she kidded.
He nodded again and lifted one side of his mouth ironically. “I do know that.” He put his fork down and wiped his mouth. Leaning his chair back on two legs he gave her a pensive look. “What do you think about all that?”
Elsa froze. She was thrilled that they were actually having a normal conversation, but she hadn’t expected Victor to question her and she had to think a moment before responding. “I’m not sure what to think. It’s a tragedy for sure. The world can be a brutal place and sometimes there’s just no making sense out of the things that happen in it. But...” she hesitated to keep going on. She scanned the tabletop, suddenly feeling the weight of guilt upon her. She really hated lying to Victor and she detested that she had to pretend not to know about him.
His expression was grim as he watched her. “What, Elsa? But what?”
“I just wish that…” the words were right there on the tip of her tongue and again she was assaulted with her sick yearning to confess herself to him. She just wished that they could be normal together. “I just wish that all the atrocities of the world could be righted. I know that’s a naïve statement, but still. I just wish there was more light in the world and not so much darkness.”
When she finally found the guts to look up, Victor looked distressed. “Sometimes it’s good to embrace the darkness.”
Now it was her turn to nod in agreement. “I agree. I’m not saying that darkness is always a bad thing. We all have shadows following behind us, some of us more than others, but to be consumed totally by darkness isn’t a good thing. We all need light in our lives, even if it’s just a small ray of it.”
He sighed heavily as he brought the chair down onto all fours and his voice filled with angst. “Sometimes the darkness can’t be denied.”
A new anguish seared her heart. He truly believed his own statement. “You’re not going to change my mind about it so save your breath. There’s light in all of us. Even if you can’t feel it and you don’t think it’s there - it’s there, Victor.”
He shook his head and the corners of his lips curled upward only a fraction. “Jesus, you’re stubborn.”
She wasn’t sure why it happened, but her cheeks warmed under his penetrative and earnest gaze. She could only guess it was because she knew that look in his eyes. He wanted her.
Victor rested his elbows on the table and pressed his index finger to his mouth. “It’s a fact that people who easily and frequently blush, are likely to be great lovers. But since I already know this is true in your case, I’m only proving that point.”
Elsa had to fight to urge to roll her eyes. “Thank you for the compliment…” she grinned. “You and your facts, you’re just full of them, aren’t you?”
His smile deepened. “I am. Do you want to know another fact?”
“Do I have a choice?” she asked with a trace of laughter in her voice.
He shook his head and responded matter-of-factly, “My cock has a voracious appetite, the likes of which only you can satiate at this moment. Now…” he paused to stand and motioned toward the chaise. “…get over there and spread your legs so I can devour you like a five course meal.”
It was hard to miss the savage inner fire glowing in his eyes and the mystery held within them beckoned to her irresistibly. Walking toward the chaise, she peered over her shoulder at him. “Would that be Victor or Mr. Black doing the devouring?”
He lifted an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. “Does it really matter?”
“No, because I enjoy them both. I just want to know whose name to scream out when I come,” she opened her robe to reveal her nakedness beneath.
“Don’t you mean if I allow you to come?” he narrowed his eyes and rubbed his palms together.
“That’s a given.”
He smiled wider yet and pushed his pants down. “Whoever you want to fuck you will fuck you, Elsa. Just tell me who you want.”
Laying her body on the chaise, she spread her legs like she had been told to do. “How about a little of both?”
He drew his brows together and stared at her with complete confusion on his face as if it never occurred to him that he could be both at the same time. “Interesting concept,” he licked his lips and kicked his pants to the side. “I think we can work something out.”
With no lead-in licking or nibbling, he dove into her pussy, but inadvertently touched her wounds causing her to cringe and her eyes to fill with tears.
“Shit!” he sat back on his haunches and looked genuinely remorseful. He eyed her dressing and peeled back a corner. “We’ll get these changed once I’m done with you.” Gently, he pushed her legs apart, keeping his hands on her knees, away from her burns, and got right back to business.
Elsa wrapped her fingers in his hair and smiled. This man was no sadist, but he did have needs and she was more than willing to provide for him. She tugged his hair and pulled his head up until their eyes met.