Chapter 42

I woke up looking into the sparkling blue eyes of a beautiful woman. She had been lying there quietly for some time, waiting for her Master to awaken. I leaned down, even with morning breath, and kissed her. The desperateness of her response stirred my blood, but I held off taking her then and there, regardless of my obvious desire for her. I had found that anticipation is a wonderful thing, and it worked both ways. It wasn't the right time. But soon.

We lay in bed for a while talking until the urgencies of the morning forced us into the bathroom. She wanted to wear her robe to cover that glorious body, but I refused her all covering. Although she had been naked in my presence before, this time she was shy and vulnerable. I helped her into the shower and she cried softly as I gently washed her body. It wasn't from sadness, but rather it was a release of the emotions we were both feeling. It was a time of intimacy for us that surpassed the playfulness of the night before.

As she took the washcloth from me, she traced the scars along my body. Some were faint, old reminders of dead enemies. One was fresh, still red and livid from a knife wound. When she had cleaned all of me but my erect member, she looked up at me questioningly. She had cum several times the night before by my hand, but I had not allowed her to touch me. This time I did nothing to stop her. She shyly touched my hardened prick and looked up. I again did nothing.

Slowly she sank to her knees, both hands now holding my stiff cock. She explored the length and thickness of me as if she had never seen a male member before. She looked up once more as she began stoking me, arousing me to climax. I did not stop her. I wouldn't have even if I had been coherent enough to think straight.

Her hand job technique took my breath away. It was novel to me, different from Sally's or Janey's. I had had my share of hand jobs before, but none quite like this. I can't exactly explain it but it seemed as if she were using just the tips of her fingers and a lot of fingernail to lightly scrape along the sensitized skin. Her other hand teased the coronal rim with feather touches. I can't say for sure, as my eyes were shut tight, the feelings incredible.

She caught my cum in her face, moving into the line of fire intentionally. While I was gasping, trying to catch my breath from that indescribable experience, she daintily wiped a glob of my cream that had collected on her chin onto her finger and then touched it to the tip of her tongue. Seeing she had my rapt attention, she swirled her tongue around the end of her finger, sucking it in a manner so sexy, I remained as hard as I had been before. I didn't have to tap into Dr. Wang's gadgets, either. She was simply incredible and laughed delightedly when she saw that I had remained hard for her.

Leading me by my prick, Nicole guided me out of the shower. We dried each other, then just held one another. It was intimate, but not sexual. We simply enjoyed the closeness of each other, the feel of her skin on mine, her ear against my chest listening to my heart. I enjoyed the incredible softness of the skin of her ass cheeks, tickling her lightly as I ran my fingers over her body. With a soft sigh, we separated, kissed lightly and I left her to her preparations for the day.

She dressed casually and I must have looked disappointed as she asked if something was wrong with the way that she was dressed. I told her no, only that I missed seeing her naked body. She melted into my arms, hiding her blushing face in my chest. When she looked up, I kissed away the tiny tears of happiness in the corners of her eyes and we went out for the day.

Nicole had not seen the new house, and since Simone was there, we rented a car and slipped up to my old stomping grounds. She gasped in wonderment as we drove past the open gate. It was like a park inside the walls. The trees my father had planted all those years ago were maturing nicely and it was a validation of his planning that they fit in so well with the rest of the landscaping. Nicole was delighted at every turn, exclaiming at this arrangement, then the next.