Sam, Sam. Why are you back in my life?
“Ari,” Charlotte sighs, shuddering, arching against the bed as he kneels before her.
He runs a hand along the softness of her inner thigh until he reaches the pearl of nerves in her folds. There, he massages her gently, sinks his fingers inside her, and conjures a steady wave of pleasure through her body, transmuting water molecules and blood cells into oxytocin and dopamine, adding on to the pleasure already building in her abdomen. Her mouth opens in surprise, her eyes flutter shut. He can nearly feel what she feels, realizes the unbearable sweetness of her ache, knows her muscles must be tingling with anticipation, that a delicious tide of heat is growing between her legs.
“Ari, oh my god.” She cries out and trembles in an orgasm more powerful than any she has ever experienced. She runs her hands through the dark curls of his hair as his tongue glides over and over across her dripping folds. It’s all she’s able to say. “Oh, Ari, how did you do that? Oh, my god.”
Then her words fade into shallow gasps and whimpers, and Ari imagines looking up past her wet thighs to see Sam’s straight silver hair spilling across his bed, plump little lips parted in the night. The thought of her before him like this is so powerful tonight that he can almost weave the illusion across the scene, canseeher here. He’d forgotten how much of a hold she had on him, what it felt like to be subjected to her. The way her head tilts thoughtfully. The way she glared at him. The blade in her hand, pointed at his throat.
When Charlotte finally coaxes him up and wraps her legs around him, he buries himself deep in her.Sam, Sam.Her name echoes in his mind as he rocks them back and forth in the darkness, transmuting waves of ecstasy relentlessly into her, hearing Sam’s cries in Charlotte’s voice, seeing Sam’s trembling body in Charlotte’s curves. He feels feverish, his mind blurry and unsteady, like he isn’t really here. Charlotte squeaks in surprise as he lifts her up effortlessly and pins her against the headboard, and then he’s thrusting into her hard and strong and over and over until she’s crying out again. He keeps her precisely on the edge between orgasms, so that to her, it seems as if they never wholly end. Her arms lock around his neck; her thighsshake, wet and sticky, around his hips.It’s Sam.Silver hair, feather-soft, spilling over his shoulder. Liquid dark eyes lidded with passion. Freckles faint in the night. Mouth hot on his. Telling him to keep going, to do it like that, that she can’t believe it, she’s never felt like this, that she’s going to come once more. He orgasms once, twice, loses count, his groans muffled against her neck, simultaneously lost in the moment and detached from it.
He feels like he’s suffocating. He is diving into a dark lake, and at the shore, he sees Sam standing alone, black eyes fixed on him, trying to decide whether or not to save him.
And would he? If she reached out her hand, would he just pull her into the water too? Would he drown her?
Will he?
[…] a shelter-in-place order remains in effect through 6:00A.M. for all businesses and residents around Grand Central Terminal from 5th Avenue and East 47th Street to 2nd Avenue and East 39th Street as police continue to hunt for the culprit in a murder at the station, the latest in a rash of unsolved killings that has set the city on edge […]
Live news excerpt, NBC 4 Gotham City, 1989
