MasterPC Ch. 06

"Talk to me, David."

"Do you know how perfect you are?"

"What?"

"Everything about you is like a walking wet dream for me. It's as if I had set out to design a woman who met every requirement I could think of in terms of intelligence and sexuality -- that woman would be exactly like you. You are the other half of me. You are the perfect match -- the yin to my yang. And I think I'm in love with you."

This had stopped being a game some time ago. This was real. This was serious. My sexual playtimes had been just that -- playtimes. I wasn't in love with Heather nor would I ever be. I wasn't in love with any of the others who had shared my bed, tasted my cock, felt me penetrate them. They were playmates and sex was a game. Everything had changed in that one moment of clarity. Where my brain got the oxygen required for that level of thought I would never understand and in that moment I wished that my balls had captured those stray molecules of 02. We could have finished our fuck, taken showers, kissed, and said our goodbyes. We could have walked away satisfied; a little sore; a little wiser; and with a smile.

"Oh, David," she said, stroking my face with the, yes, perfect fingers of her perfect left hand. "Why did you have to say that?"

"Because it was what happened. I haven't lied to you since we met; granted that was just hours ago; but I've been honest about who I was and what I was doing. I don't want to start now. And when the thought struck me that you were the perfect woman for me I knew that I was falling in love and that it would ruin everything."

"It doesn't ruin anything. David, look at me," she said, turning my head so that our eyes met again. "Listen to me, David, and listen well. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you this afternoon. When I walked into your office and saw you. When you saw the gun and didn't flinch. When you met my challenge and threw it back at me. When you cared enough to do what I asked not knowing for certain that I would play fair with you. I knew that I loved you. You are the first man I've had sex with since my husband died. Many men have tried to get into my bed and they have all failed. Now I know why. They weren't you."

Tears were in the corners of those beautiful eyes. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. Knowing that she returned my love made things worse in a way because there were no happy endings for this story that I could see. I kept those thoughts from my face and kept on kissing Kathleen the woman I now knew as my one true love.

And then, I felt her warm soft hands stroking my limp member. She looked at me and smiled.

"I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow or even in the next half an hour, David, but I know this much and that is that I want you to make love to me."

Her words were like a clarion call to my libido and my penis sprang to attention like a cadet on a parade ground. Kathleen crawled up over me, spit on her hand to lubricate the tip of my cock, and then put the tip in the split between her labia and pushed down.

"Ahhhhhhhh," she sighed as her clit mashed into my pubic bone. She ground against me for a few moments and then began to gently move her hips up and down. I captured her tits in my hands and pulled them to my face, burying myself between them, covering them with kisses, sucking the hardened tips to glistening points of flesh. I grabbed her ass and forced her hips down so that every last speck of my flesh was in contact with hers.

Need drove her to increase the pace and I kept up with her timing my thrusts to hers watching her pleasure mount until a series of small orgasms swept over her like high tide. I threw her off me suddenly, rolling her onto her belly and then covering her with my body, my cock seeking the slit it had so recently given up and piercing it to the hilt.

I wanted this woman to feel pleasure like she'd never felt anything else in her life before. I wanted her to share the joy that I experienced knowing that she returned my love for her. My cock became the expression of that love and each stroke was like an arrow from Cupid's quiver aimed directly at her heart.

Now she was really cumming; every stroke taking her farther and farther down the path to an oblivion of pleasure. I was relentless in my lovemaking now but the intent was different. This wasn't a competition it was a mutual search for a connection between two souls. I was pouring myself into her forcing myself up the ladder of pleasure to the point at which the flood gates would open and I gave Kathleen, my goddess, the only offering I had to give her.

A last series of short, sharp, strokes and I went over, buried to the hilt, spitting and jerking inside her quaking cooze. She felt it. I know she did because she cried out my name over and over as a kind of mantra all through my own little death.

I didn't think I'd ever stop cumming and I didn't want to. I wanted to freeze this moment in time and hang onto it -- live there forever. That, of course, is not possible. But if you've ever experienced that one magic moment you know what I mean.

Spent once more I pulled out of Kathleen's pussy and lay next to her. She came into my arms and we kissed each other with passion and affection. We cuddled. We slept. We woke. We showered. We made love in the shower. My soapy cock explored the mysteries of her asshole while she frigged herself to a frantic climax in a race against the capacity of the hotel's water heater. We dried off. We made love again. We slept. We woke. We fucked.

Five a.m.

"I love you, David Donaldson," Kathleen whispered to me as we both woke from passion's slumber.

"I love you Kathleen O'Brien," I replied in kind. "The question is, now what?"

"Go home, my love. Go to sleep. I'll go home in the...no check that...later this morning. We'll think about this and we'll talk some more. After all, between the two of us we have a combined IQ of over 500 -- we should be able to sort this out," she added, smiling.

I kissed her once and then I got up and put some clothes on. She came to the door as I prepared to leave and kissed me again. I stumbled off into the early morning and somehow got home. I had no more idea what I would do about Kathleen than I had about a cure for the common cold. But, tomorrow, as they say, is another day. Who knows what might happen? We had our moment, and if it was the only one we would have I would always have at least that.

What was it Bogie said in Casablanca? "We'll always have Paris."