it?” you asked, shaking your head in amazement. I just shrugged. “You’re in New York now,
baby,” I said, grinning like a fool.
“And you are its king,” you cried, throwing
your arms around me. Which, you being as tall
as I am in those heels, you could do very easily.
In fact I’m not sure whether you swept me
off my feet or whether it was the other way
around. . . . We were so hot for each other, we
just tore off our clothes, stepped out of them. We
stood looking at each other. You were exactly as
I had known you would be: your rib cage curving into a narrow waist, the flare of your hips
and the smooth line of your flanks, your deliciously soft golden mound, and long, tapering
legs. And your high, round breasts that I knew
would feel like satin under my hands. . . .
Mel was smiling. “I looked you up and down. Down and up again. You were fit, muscular, and ready for me. . . . Oh boy, were you
ready
for me. . . . I was unable to tear my eyes away. I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh. Why do I always manage to laugh at the wrong moments, just when it should have been so . . . so intense . . . so sexy. . . .
‘And they say size doesn’t matter,’
I remember saying, amazed.”
Ed remembered it too. He remembered his
great shout of laughter as he snatched her to
him and fell backward onto the bed, helpless
with laughter. He could taste her mouth now,
sweet and juicy as strawberry jam.
Your arms were twined around my neck, pressing
my face to yours. “More please,” you murmured
when I came up for air. And I laughed again as I
obliged.
“I could feel you, pressing between my thighs, hard as a baseball bat, and hot. I wanted you, Ed. Oh, I wanted you as I had never wanted anyone before. I wanted you to devour me, to enfold me, to enter and claim me as your own. I wanted everything. I could feel your heat seeping deep inside me, sending unstoppable shivers through my entire body. Your kisses were soft as butterfly wings on my face, so sweet, so loving, while you rocketed me to heaven.”
We were one, Zelda,
Ed remembered. And surprisingly, his body remembered too, recalling the way she had felt, the scent of her, her heat and passion. . . .
You threw back your head at the final moment.
“Oh, God,”
you gasped, and then
your cry matched my own.
Mel remembered opening her eyes, she had needed to see him. . . . “I looked at your face, still contorted with passion,” she whispered, “and I was awed that all that emotion was for me . . . for us. Your body was heavy on mine, but I never wanted to move. We were as slick with sweat as a pair of sumo wrestlers. I remember even now, the smell of the roses and sex, the magical aroma of our love. I’ll never forget it, Ed, never. . . .”
Her tears ran onto his face as she kissed him, and the reality of the hospital bed took over. For a moment, she had been transported back in time and that time had seemed their reality. Not this, she thought, agonized. Not Ed lying here, hooked up to a machine that keeps him breathing. . . .
“You will
not
die,” she said, gripping his hand urgently. “I will not let you. Do you hear me, Ed Vincent, you great oaf?”
I hear you,
he thought with an inner smile.
And
if anybody can keep me alive, it’s you, baby. Only
you. Though I’m trying my darnedest. . . . It’s win-or-lose time. . . .
“I wanted to tell you, back then, that I loved you,” Mel said. “But I didn’t dare. I mean you can’t just go saying that to a man, even one who’s just taken you to heaven and back. He might think you were looking for a commitment.”
And I was looking at you. Your eyes were
closed and I was wondering what you were thinking . . . hoping you would say I love you, because I
dared not, in case I scared you away. . . . I didn’t
know how you felt. Whether I was just a one-nightstand or what. Then you opened your eyes
and said, “You’ve got to be careful what you do
with that thing. It could get you into a lot of
trouble. . .
baby,” I said, grinning like a fool.
“And you are its king,” you cried, throwing
your arms around me. Which, you being as tall
as I am in those heels, you could do very easily.
In fact I’m not sure whether you swept me
off my feet or whether it was the other way
around. . . . We were so hot for each other, we
just tore off our clothes, stepped out of them. We
stood looking at each other. You were exactly as
I had known you would be: your rib cage curving into a narrow waist, the flare of your hips
and the smooth line of your flanks, your deliciously soft golden mound, and long, tapering
legs. And your high, round breasts that I knew
would feel like satin under my hands. . . .
Mel was smiling. “I looked you up and down. Down and up again. You were fit, muscular, and ready for me. . . . Oh boy, were you
ready
for me. . . . I was unable to tear my eyes away. I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh. Why do I always manage to laugh at the wrong moments, just when it should have been so . . . so intense . . . so sexy. . . .
‘And they say size doesn’t matter,’
I remember saying, amazed.”
Ed remembered it too. He remembered his
great shout of laughter as he snatched her to
him and fell backward onto the bed, helpless
with laughter. He could taste her mouth now,
sweet and juicy as strawberry jam.
Your arms were twined around my neck, pressing
my face to yours. “More please,” you murmured
when I came up for air. And I laughed again as I
obliged.
“I could feel you, pressing between my thighs, hard as a baseball bat, and hot. I wanted you, Ed. Oh, I wanted you as I had never wanted anyone before. I wanted you to devour me, to enfold me, to enter and claim me as your own. I wanted everything. I could feel your heat seeping deep inside me, sending unstoppable shivers through my entire body. Your kisses were soft as butterfly wings on my face, so sweet, so loving, while you rocketed me to heaven.”
We were one, Zelda,
Ed remembered. And surprisingly, his body remembered too, recalling the way she had felt, the scent of her, her heat and passion. . . .
You threw back your head at the final moment.
“Oh, God,”
you gasped, and then
your cry matched my own.
Mel remembered opening her eyes, she had needed to see him. . . . “I looked at your face, still contorted with passion,” she whispered, “and I was awed that all that emotion was for me . . . for us. Your body was heavy on mine, but I never wanted to move. We were as slick with sweat as a pair of sumo wrestlers. I remember even now, the smell of the roses and sex, the magical aroma of our love. I’ll never forget it, Ed, never. . . .”
Her tears ran onto his face as she kissed him, and the reality of the hospital bed took over. For a moment, she had been transported back in time and that time had seemed their reality. Not this, she thought, agonized. Not Ed lying here, hooked up to a machine that keeps him breathing. . . .
“You will
not
die,” she said, gripping his hand urgently. “I will not let you. Do you hear me, Ed Vincent, you great oaf?”
I hear you,
he thought with an inner smile.
And
if anybody can keep me alive, it’s you, baby. Only
you. Though I’m trying my darnedest. . . . It’s win-or-lose time. . . .
“I wanted to tell you, back then, that I loved you,” Mel said. “But I didn’t dare. I mean you can’t just go saying that to a man, even one who’s just taken you to heaven and back. He might think you were looking for a commitment.”
And I was looking at you. Your eyes were
closed and I was wondering what you were thinking . . . hoping you would say I love you, because I
dared not, in case I scared you away. . . . I didn’t
know how you felt. Whether I was just a one-nightstand or what. Then you opened your eyes
and said, “You’ve got to be careful what you do
with that thing. It could get you into a lot of
trouble. . .
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