Julia was stretched halfway across the couch now, and only the goose pimples on her tender skin were silent witnesses to the intensity with which she received Michael's love. The artist pushed her softly back upon the pillows, threw her legs around his neck and opened his trousers which suddenly had become quite uncomfortable because of the enormous bulge.
The firm, round thighs were now directly in front of him, their apex crowned by her lovely Venus mound covered with radiant black curls. It drove him out of his mind. His lips eagerly sought the costly treasure, but Julia had had enough foreplay-she wanted the real thing. There are people who are that lucky! Once they meet the right person, elaborate necking and petting is not necessary. They keep that as a dessert rather than using their energy for the hors d'oeuvre. Both Michael and Julia belonged to these elect people; their ecstasies lasted for hours and hours.
They did not dream about separating their bodies after they had been shaken by the paroxysms of their lovemaking. Instead, they kept arms and legs intertwined, their lips warmly together, whispering endearing words to one another, especially, “I love you.”
And then, after only a few minutes, they would go at it again with as much enthusiasm as if they had been love-starved for weeks.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The hours had flown by, and it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon. Julia de Corriero and Michael Lompret were still closely pressed together. Michael was slowly rubbing Julia's backside and rump, and the effects was magical. She pressed herself closer against him and her breathing quickened. He kept it up for quite some time and finally she was slowly spasming again.
“And now, my darling, pull up your legs, brace yourself, and lift up a little bit…”
Michael had been fully in command all day, though there was really no need for him to tell her what to do. She had lifted herself so high that he had to watch out not to lose his equilibrium.
“Ooh… I can't… any longer.”
“Am I… tormenting you, dearest Madcap?”
“You must… be… kidding! Oooooh… aah!”
Her passion was burning wildly again.
“I… can't… can't… stand… it….”
Her breathing was slow and heavy; she kept hovering on the verge. “Oooooooh! Now!” It wouldn't come.
Michael doubled his thrusts and soon his rod overflowed. She started to quiver under him, closed her eyes and her little pleasure fountain started to bubble. It filled to the brim and flowed over. They both fell in a voluptuous swoon and remained, bone tired, belly to belly.
Michael looked down upon her passionate cunt. The black curls were covered with light foam, the rose-colored lips peeked through and smiled at him. Julia pulled him back on top of her, kissing him passionately. Finally after all those many, many hours, they fell asleep, holding each other in a firm embrace.
But all good things have to come to an end, and this time it came in the form of old Jonathan. He had come back from his mission, and, knocking at the door of the studio, he had received no answer. He bent down to peek through the keyhole, murmuring, “Dammit, it must be great to be young and beautiful like those two there. Oh, well, I have had my time. Too bad it was so long ago.”
He shuffled to the kitchen to fix tea and food, knowing what Michael would want around five o'clock.
And that's what happened. At precisely that time the couple awakened by the ringing of the doorbell.
“It seems that Jonathan isn't back, yet,” Michael yawned. “I wonder who that could be?” And as he walked over to the window to peek through the curtains. He saw his tailor.
Jonathan meanwhile had opened the front door, telling the man that his Master was very busy in his studio and would he, the tailor, please make himself comfortable in the waiting room.
“It's the tailor, darling,” Michael said. “Do you still want to visit me in men's clothing?”
“Heavens no,” Julia said, throwing her arms around his neck. “I have come here as a woman, I have been treated as a woman, and I am very, very glad that I am a woman. I would die of shame if I had to sneak into your home dressed as a man.”
“I, too, don't think that I would really like the switch. It seemed the only way out this morning, but I am afraid that you would lose something in the transformation.”
“Why don't you send him away.”
“Go into my bedroom, and I will call Jonathan.” Julia quickly picked up her clothing and went into Michael's bedroom.
“Jonathan, I am sorry, but please send the tailor away. It was all a mistake. Tell him that he will have to come back next week, and that I need a travel costume. But today I unfortunately cannot give him any of my time.”
Jonathan grumbled something which Michael could not quite understand and then he said more clearly, “I am sorry, Sir, but I could not find that model.”
“Oh, she can go to hell,” Michael said airily.
“To hell,” the old servant thought when he went to tell the tailor about the new orders. “It seems that this latest love has really gotten to his heart. Well, let's face it, the sight of this beautiful woman makes me wish that I could not only get it up, but keep it there.”
“And prepare us something to eat,” Michael called after him.
“It will be ready when you are,” Jonathan answered.
But Michael did not hear him. He was fascinated by his Madcap who was washing herself, douching and combing her beautiful, long black hair. Julia, of course, had no idea that she was being watched and leisurely finished her toilet. Michael was so riled up that he would have pushed open the door, taken her in his arms and started all over again, were it not for the fact that Jonathan would soon be back in the studio with tea and food.
A few minutes later, Julia entered the studio, immaculately dressed and made up. She smiled at him and their hands found one another.
“And, my darling, did you find whatever you needed in my bachelor household?” Michael smiled.
“Oh, yes, everything… and then some.” Michael blushed.
“I must tell you something,” Julia continued. “My heart was dead when I entered your home this morning. And now that I am leaving it is alive again, full of hope and love.”
“Do you have to leave?”
“Unfortunately, yes. But I can't wait till we see each other again.”
“Darling, we have only known each other one week, but we have become one. I know that I belong to you, and that you belong to me. But all I know is that you are Madcap. Please, tell me your name.”
“The world knows me as Donna Jose de Corriero, and some still remember me when I was the Viscountess Saniska. But for you, darling, I am Julia.”
And at the same moment, all the plans which had been hatched for the house in the Rue Charles V were forgotten. Julia was in love, deeply in love, and she had decided to bare her heart to the man to whom she had already given her body to the fullest extent possible.
“Oh, Julia, you have made me happy with your confession. But why, my dear child, do you have to leave? Stay with me for the night.”
“No, I have given orders to be picked up at the station at ten o'clock, and my servants think that I went to see my sister who lives in the country. No, no! I have to be there on time.”
“Fine, then let's see what Jonathan has cooked up for us.”
Just at that moment Jonathan entered to announce that a repast had been served. He saw that Julia looked as immaculate as if she had just come out of the hands of her chambermaid. And his master talked to her as if she were a patron who had come to order some paintings.
“Oh, well,” he thought when he left the studio, “these people of the world seem to enjoy faking it. If it gives them their jollies, who am I to say something about it. But, if I had not looked through the keyhole and seen for myself that they were screwing their hearts out, I would never have guessed.”
Meanwhile Julia and Michael were doing honor to Jonathan's cooking.