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…to their mutual sexual satisfaction, and Eteo left her
to do whatever she wished. He had always been able to read in each
woman with whom he had been the desire to take the lead or not,
the desire to give or the desire to receive, and this time Eteo left
Frances free to climb on top of him and work on their sensuality the
best way she knew. Passion flowed from one body to the other, from
one fast breath to the other, from one hot and fiery body to the other
as they joined together where nature had created the sensual connection,
and the paralyzing sensation came and left and came again
and remained on them, and they both felt touches and exhilarations
unlike any others in their lives. Eteo heard Frances’s soft moaning
calling his name again and again as if in unison with her orgasms,
“Eteo, oh Eteo, oh Eteo,” her voice the witness to her utmost sensual
intensity. She whispered his name innumerable times until, exhausted
and out of breath at last, she lay next to him, eyes closed,
arms extended across his body, legs spread, paralyzed by her unparalleled
experience in the world of lust.
Sleep took control of their eyelids, and they lay in dreamless
oblivion for more than an hour. Finally Frances turned on her side
and caressed his body to wake him gently. They both got up and filled
the bathtub with hot water, then slipped into the silky heat and caressed
and kissed and fondled each other until they were aroused
again. Eteo took Frances back to her bed, and this time she left the
direction of their lovemaking to him. He took her in every possible
way. He violated her body while she moaned and cried, and she yelled
and succumbed and enjoyed herself in unheard-of ways as he showed
her the elasticity of their bodies and the pressures they can endure.
Frances refused nothing of all he had to offer her. She only took and
enjoyed, received and accommodated, leaving her body to be used,
and she loved it as much as Eteo and more than him.
The afternoon went by like this, and around 5:30 Eteo had a
shower, dressed and kissed Frances Woodruff goodbye on the lips.
It was a kiss that was also a promise to relive their unforgettable experience,
and Frances already wished it could happen again as Eteo
walked to the elevator of her building, a little dizzy, and took a cab
back to the Pacific Trends parkade, from where he drove to his house…
