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“Will you do something for me?” She
asked him
“Anything.” his voice tender, he
was unbuttoning her blue dress, a silky crepe that had twelve buttons along the
front. She had left the last three undone
“After we undress, I want you to
take me in your lap, and whisper things to me in Hungarian, anything really,
what time you woke up this morning, what you had for breakfast, what you did
throughout the day, I won’t understand what you’re saying any way.” she told
him. His slightest touch crept up and down her body, filling her with desire
for him.
“Okay!” he said, amused by her suggestion.
Her dress dropped to the floor, an elegant ocean blue puddle around her feet.
He unfastened her bra, his hands careful but fast, pulled down her panties.
He undressed quickly and took her
by the hand, he sat on the edge of the bed, and brought her like a child on his
lap. He gently brushed a lock of her black hair behind her shoulder. His hot
breath in her ear as he told her things, things she did not understand. His
hands, one on her breast, and the other on her thigh. His words were long, and
soft cornered, he took his time pronouncing them, they had intention but were
leisurely too, as if he were telling her a children’s fable. The pleasure in
his tone turned into a low growl, maybe he was telling her what he was going to
do to her. She wanted to kiss him, but she didn’t want him to stop telling her.
She felt like a child, he was a bear of a man, towering over her, she was so
small in his hulk arms, he engulfed her, she felt he could crush her, and she
teetered between excitement and terror. She didn’t know how something she could
not understand can take her breath away. The heat of his erection, his touch which
was now greedy, sent dark blood rushing inside her, hardened her nipples, and made
her wet. She was weak now, and desperate, wanting him to stop and hoping he’d
go on. In his dark room, the fading late afternoon light came through the slats
of half-closed blinds, and spilled a golden glow on the crisp white bed. She
could see hazy shadows of lime green leaves, tapping gently against the window
in the rhythm of a lazy breeze.
