Chapter 26

“I read about you...” It was the next morning. We spent a second night wrapped together like scared puppies. My diva was far too exhausted for more than gentle kisses and even softer touches. She gobbled up all the affection I could provide and begged for more. Sometime during the intervening hours Cathay had put two and two together and realized she knew all about my past. A lot of people did. “What those people did to you was awful, disgusting, and terrible. They should all be shot.”

She was right about that, but I couldn’t tell her about the ones that were...

“So ... you’re a Royal Lord of some kind?” She was impressed in an Elton John kind of way, I suppose. Everyone remembered him being knighted and that kind of gave a bit of legitimacy to my title. Baby Girl had eventually decided that this was her bedroom, after all, and cuddled in beside me when she finally settled down to sleep Her nose was tight against my side as she caught up on her beauty rest with my arm part way around her for comfort.

Cathay looked at our obvious devotion to each other and smiled as I tried to find words to explain something that made no earthly sense. “It’s not important. My grandfather was special and his father, not me. I never would have inherited the title except for my father being killed by my biological mother. It’s nothing special about me, just the luck of the genetic lottery at work.”

Cathay seemed to close in on herself for a little while. I knew that look. When I needed to check out and think ... when I disappeared inside my head to work something through, I felt just like she looked.

Having her disconnected from the present gave me time to seriously look at her. Cathay Wallace was fairly tall at about five foot seven. She weighed roughly one-hundred and twenty pounds, every one of which I could attest to, as we were rather intimate during our periods of intimacy. Her blond hair seemed genuine, especially since her rug matched the drapes, and her figure was pleasing stopping just short of lush.

I loved her breasts.

Cathay had world-class breasts and seemed to delight in having me use them to stimulate her. Her nipples came to hard points, with definite separation from the tissue around each nipple. When I nibbled, she went nuts, demanding I bite.

When I bit those amazing, edible, chewy, delicious nipples, she came.

Every single time...

When she first chose to have me make love to her, Cathay didn’t even try to speak. She swiftly moved from her lounger to mine, tossed away her expensive, designer dress, and jerked off my swimming shorts, climbed aboard and demanded the best I had to offer. She took what she wanted, but didn’t do so arrogantly. Her need was demanding, but her body was soft and yielding. We joined at the crux of our need, and she used her considerable talents to make sure she gave as good as she got.

Many women could learn much from Cathay Wallace.

Eventually Cathay returned to the present and gave me the most piercing stare before speaking. Something big was coming. I was sure of it. “Terry ... I haven’t ... you see ... it’s been a ... I ... I haven’t ... well ... after IT happened ... I stopped having sex. It’s been way over ten years and then you ... well, me ... you ... you and me ... we did things I haven’t done in YEARS.

“I was feeling particularly morose before I decided to cut through your yard and see if I could shake the crowd and do some shopping to make me feel better. Sheldon is fine without me. He’s used to my crazy, unpredictable, schedule. I travel, stay out late with crew and party pretty hard to forget how happy I used to be before...

“I had hit the bottle with a vengeance yesterday after I realized that even here, in the middle of absolutely nowhere, I couldn’t just walk around like a normal person. Terry, if I hadn’t been So Very Drunk I don’t think I could have ever found the courage to make you make love to me.

“I know I couldn’t have...

“I’ve been terrified of sex for so long, I’d forgotten what it felt like ... but you ... you didn’t know and I didn’t say ... and ... and ... and we did ... it ... and then you didn’t ask, you just did it again ... and then I did it to you ... and ... we did it together SO MANY times, it was like ... like ... I felt so ... it was like I was young again and everything inside worked just like it’s supposed to ... Terry, you made it all work again ... You made me work again...” Her eyes shined with unshed tears. I could feel her heart reaching out, connecting to mine in ways I’d forgotten possible. “Thank you...” Her words reflected the truth and I believed her.

Cathay...

Cathay chose to spend the night in my bedroom, on my bed, with me ... then instead of afterglow, she felt secure enough to pour her heart out ... to me ... on my shoulder, was amazing enough. Over the course of one night ... well ... technically two nights ... but we did sleep quite a bit the second one, and had sex ... great sex, which I enjoyed immensely.

But...

I was quite stunned that she was able to communicate her deep and toxic fears to a veritable stranger. I enjoyed watching her breasts rise and fall with each respiration. Her breasts entertained and aroused me as she stroked my face with one hand, while holding tightly to my other hand. It was a simple moment, but it was all the more wonderful for its simplicity.

‘I could love you,’ my brain told my heart.

‘Could you love me back,’ my heart asked back?

“YES!” She shouted it like I was a hundred years away.

“Yes, what?”

“YES. I can love you back!” She was still shouting and hugging me - deliriously happy all of the sudden. I didn’t realize that I spoke those thoughts out loud.

I NEVER speak those kinds of thoughts out loud.

Cathay lost what was left of her attire and pinned me down, using her one-hundred and twenty pounds to hold me in place while she had her way with me one more time.

It was sublime.

When I came, she came. Dark spots appeared in front of my face and I almost passed out from the intensity of the storm of animal passion we’d just exchanged. Cathay shrieked like I was killing her as she tumbled from one gigantic orgasm into another.

At last she tired. The strong rhythm she set and kept up faltered as her body caved in. We were slick with sweat, covered in the fluids of our arousal and as happy as two people could possibly be when she settled on top of my supine form and snuggled into sleep.