"There's hardly time to be wasted in this life, ma cherie," he half whispered, his hands investigating her soft, curvaceous body as he leaned above her and played with her face with his tongue.
A barely audible whimpering sound escaped her, and suddenly she was alive with sensation. His hands, his tongue, his whole body and actions were setting her aflame with lewd, lascivious desire. God, she couldn't remember ever feeling more wanton… or a more urgent need for sexual fulfillment…
"Do you like to fuck?" he asked her, his face scant inches above her own, and his sincere, sensual use of the lewd word causing immediate prurient sensations to come alive and ripple through her excitedly.
"Oui… oui, I do cher," she answered quickly, without the slightest trace of pretense, "When I have such a lover as you."
He chuckled warmly. "You are a clever little girl, ma chere. You know the many ways to excite a man… but I fear you have yet to know Julian Forrest." He continued to smile down into her face. He kissed the tip of her nose and his great hand went on caressing her breast through her clothing.
Madeleine squirmed beneath his gentle, but stimulating touch. She was not ashamed at her obviously growing desire; instead, she was pleased and satisfied that she would have to put on no airs for this man whom she wanted physically… sexually, as was so often the situation in this new-found profession she had temporarily chosen. But, she wasn't about to wait much longer… She slipped her arms up and around his neck, drawing him down to her kiss, forcing her tiny pink tongue into his mouth as she writhed against him.
Finally, she said: "Make love to me, cheri."
"How?" he whispered hotly into her mouth.
"However you choose?"
"You… you say that so flippantly," he hissed down at her.
"B-Because that's the way I feel," said Madeleine, trailing her hand down over his chest toward his loins… moving over his flat, hard stomach to the front of his trousers, her long, sensuous fingers seeking and exploring with gentle tenseness… at last to discover his still flaccid member lying docile inside the protection of his clothing.
Her brow knitted and she stared up at him. He dropped his eyes and looked away; finally, he turned from her and sat upright on the edge of the chesterfield, his back to her.
"I-I'm sorry, cherie. I… I had no right asking you to come here… not a warm blooded, normal young woman such as you. It was a cruelty on my part… but then, you see, I didn't expect to regard you differently from the others." Suddenly, he arose and walked toward a small corner bar. "What would you like… scotch, bourbon, a gimlet, perhaps?"
Madeleine raised to a supporting elbow. Something inside her felt terribly denied, but as well had curiosity along with a certain anger gripped her. She ran her tongue over her full lower lip. "I'm afraid I don't understand, M'sieu'," she heard herself say rather sharply. "I was under the impression that you… you desired my company…"
"Oh God… and you were so right… so right, ma chere." He began to blend drinks, finally, carrying back two glasses. He seated himself on the edge of the couch and handed her one.
She took it and tasted it. It was a gimlet. She preferred scotch. Well, whatever the hell it was, she needed it. She said: "Why did you invite me here?"
"I wanted you," he replied simply.
"Wanted me…?"
He turned to face her quickly, his handsome face breaking into a smile, then a laugh… a harsh, almost brittle laugh. "I confuse you completely, don't I? Yes… of course, I do. All right… it's time for explanations I suppose. Why not?" He continued to smile down at her. "Ordinarily, I never explain my dilemma… but to you, I shall." He sipped at his drink. "You see, ma chere, the war was not kind to me. Oh, not any of these modern wars, but the second great war… it eliminated my manhood… not my desire, you understand, only my ability to be a man. The physicians were understanding, kind, and expert for their time… but they couldn't undo what a piece of shrapnel had done. They could provide the flaccid entities, the appearance of masculinity… but there was no way on God's green earth they could make them function… Unfortunately, that little chunk of shrapnel could only tear the flesh from my loins… and not the desire from my brain."
Madeleine gaped at him. Her stomach knotted and her heart went out to him. Unconsciously, her hand reached for his. She clutched and squeezed. Suddenly, she said: "You have no sons… no wife… nothing but me, do you, cheri?"
He turned quickly, rage in his eyes… but it melted before her as she looked up at him, and in its place came glistening tears. He didn't answer and it was then that she managed to sit up beside him, take his face between her hands and kiss his mouth warmly. Then, she pressed him backwards, down where she had lain, and she kissed him again, even as her fingers began to unbutton his coat and shirt, and tug at his tie.
She undressed him slowly, almost teasingly, kissing his naked flesh wherever she bared it.
"My God!" he groaned. "I'll give you a thousand dollars…"
"Shhhhh," she whispered, grasping at the band of his shorts as he raised his hips. Slowly, she slid them down off his muscular legs, the sight of his massive, limp prick lying unmoving against the heavy testicles beneath arousing wild new delights inside her. She could only imagine what an impressive, dynamic organ it would be were it possible for it to rise to the occasion. Yet, there was something sadistic and masochistic in the fact that it could not… that there was no way she could fulfill herself upon it… that this handsome specimen of masculinity was suddenly and completely subservient to her in his shame, and something akin to motherhood swelled up inside her, until spontaneously, she took the thick lifeless instrument into her hand and fell upon it with kisses.
He raised up and forced her back in his place, slowly, teasingly undressing her. She felt him lift her up and the long zipper of her dress being drawn provocatively down her back. She closed her eyes, not thinking, assisting him wherever necessary with the proper movements of shoulders and hips, raising and lowering, not knowing why, feeling his gentle hands behind her once more as they unfastened her bra, then, the cool rush of air as her throbbing nipples were completely exposed to him… and she heard him gasp and felt his great hands enclose them hotly, kneading, squeezing, rolling the nipples almost painfully between his fingers, until finally his hot, wet mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and rolling the sensitive bud maddeningly… and then the other in the same manner, his long wet tongue at last trailing down through the deep narrow valley that separated them… and her stomach muscles tensed as his tongue slithered down her naked flesh, dipping momentarily into her navel… taunting it while his hands continued to massage her now aching breasts… and then, his hands left them, drawing down along her ribs to her hips, his fingers catching the waistband of her sheer white panties… and she raised herself, her eyes still tightly closed. Once more, she felt the cool rush of air as it brushed against her warm vibrant thighs and loins; she obediently raised her legs, allowing him to slip the wispy little garment down the long ivory columns… her eyes clenched pleasurably shut, her breathing catching spasmodically in her throat causing her breasts to rise and fall with a quivering wondrous delight that was spurring Julian Forrest's libido to almost agonizing proportions.
He was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of her as she lay naked in her desire before him. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination of reversing golden curled lines… rising and arching contours of her swelling breasts and thighs… and then falling into the gentle concavity of her soft, smooth white belly. He gaped at the velvetlike, raven-hued, silken hair sparsely covering the juncture of her slightly spread thighs and belying the golden tresses that tumbled about her shoulders. The thin, pink, hairlined slit running the length of her open loins caused his mouth to go dry. Christ! The inhuman torment of his affliction! He'd go mad…! His tongue moistened his thin lips as he raised his head to watch the glazed expression in her now open, exotic eyes.