cb.imajica1-第20章

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　liked　to　be　pleasured；　taking　care　not　to　stale　his　nerves　with　repetition；　but　cajoling　his　juice　into　cells　already　brimming；　until　he　was　ready　to　e　in　blood　and　be　murdered　by　her　work；　willingly。
　Another　skitter　of　light　behind　his　eye　broke　the　hold　of　sensation；　and　he　was　once　again　entire…his　prick　its　modest　length…and　she　not　darkness　but　a　body　through　which　waves　of　iridescence　seemed　to　pass。　Only　seemed；　he　knew。　This　was　his　sight…starved　eyes'　invention。　Yet　it　came　again；　a　sinuous　light；　sleeking　her；　then　going　out。　Invention　or　not　it　made　him　want　her　more　pletely；　and　he　put　his　arms　beneath　her　shoulders；　lifting　her　up　and　off　him。　She　rolled　over　to　his　side；　and　he　reached　across　to　undress　her。　Now　that　she　was　lying　against　white　sheets　her　form　was　visible；　albeit　vaguely。　She　moved　beneath　his　hand；　raising　her　body　to　his　touch。
　〃Inside　you　。　。　。〃　he　said；　rummaging　through　the　damp　folds　of　her　clothes。
　Her　presence　beside　him　had　stilled；　her　breathing　lost　its　irregularity。　He　bared　her　breasts；　put　his　tongue　to　them　as　his　hands　went　down　to　the　belt　of　her　skirt；　to　find　that　she'd　changed　for　the　trip　and　was　wearing　jeans。　Her　hands　were　on　the　belt；　almost　as　if　to　deny　him。　But　he　wouldn't　be　delayed　or　denied。　He　pulled　the　jeans　down　around　her　hips；　feeling　skin　so　smooth　beneath　his　hands　it　was　almost　fluid；　her　whole　body　a　slow　curve；　like　a　wave　about　to　break　over　him。
　For　the　first　time　since　she'd　appeared　she　said　his　name；　tentatively；　as　though　in　this　darkness　she'd　suddenly　doubted　he　was　real。
　〃I'm　here；〃　he　replied。　〃Always。〃
　〃This　is　what　you　want？〃　she　said。
　〃Of　course　it　is。　Of　course；〃　he　replied；　and　put　his　hand　on　her　sex。
　This　time　the　iridescence；　when　it　came；　was　almost　bright；　and　fixed　in　his　head　the　image　of　her　crotch；　his　fingers　sliding　over　and　between　her　labia。　As　the　light　went；　leaving　its　afterglow　on　his　blind　eyes；　he　was　vaguely　distracted　by　a　ringing　sound；　far　off　at　first　but　closer　with　every　repetition。　The　telephone；　damn　it！　He　did　his　best　to　ignore　it；　failed；　and　reached　out　to　the　bedside　table　where　it　sat；　throwing　the　receiver　off　its　cradle　and　returning　to　her　in　one　graceless　motion。　The　body　beneath　him　was　once　again　perfectly　still。　He　climbed　on　top　of　her　and　slid　inside。　It　was　like　being　sheathed　in　silk。　She　put　her　hands　up　around　his　neck；　her　fingers　strong；　and　raised　her　head　a　little　way　off　the　bed　to　meet　his　kisses。　Though　their　mouths　were　clamped　together　he　could　hear　her　saying　his　name…〃Gentle？　Gentle？〃…with　that　same　questioning　tone　she'd　had　before。　He　didn't　let　memory　divert　him　from　his　present　pleasure；　but　found　his　rhythm：　long