Even though her memory of the night with the Count de Paliseul was not one of her happiest, the marvelous hours she had spent in Lompret's embraces had wiped it away. She had found in Michael's arms that physical ecstasy which once only Gaston Saski had given her. And, since Michael was stronger and younger, it was clear to her that it could only be better than ever. Especially since they knew each other already, there was no need for hesitant preparations, drawn out preliminaries and all the other niceties which had made her feel like a rutting courtesan and which, obviously, had been the thought of Raoul. Oh, could she ever forget that miserable rogue!
Dorothy helped her change quickly.
She looked charming and enticing dressed only in a Chinese kimono made out of extremely thin, sheer silk which covered her light chemise. Her naked feet were kept warm by fur lined slippers. Michael swept her off the floor and held her in his strong arms. Then he sat down and held her on his lap. The entire atmosphere had made it abundantly clear to him that his woman was very experienced, and therefore he did not bridle his own unlimited imagination.
His hands wandered quickly across intimate paths, caressing the slender alabaster columns at whose top the love grotto awaited. He felt around in the thickets which covered it and did not hesitate to separate the finely curled pubic hairs to look at this beautiful, rosy slit. He feverishly took off his own clothes and showed himself to the young woman in the full glory of his young manhood. With an exclamation of joy, Julia threw herself on his chest and he lifted her high in his arms as if she were a little child. He held her behind up higher than her head, kissing the marvelous buttocks wildly. Then he put her down upon the bear rug, keeping her in the same position because he was going to penetrate her from behind. No sooner thought than done, and his expert fingers played around with her clitoris. She had a long, shuddering orgasm almost immediately — a double exclamation of joyful ecstasy, because Michael, too, could no longer hold in and his hot juices squirted with enormous strength deep into Julia. The two lovers rolled around upon the carpet. For a moment they thought they were going to die, but soon their pounding hearts subdued, and consciousness returned
Michael was not wild with lust and desire. His nerves were taut, overstimulated; he had long been waiting for this exercise. He realized that this woman fully matched his own hot temperament and his attacks doubled and tripled in any possible way his wild imagination could think of. Their lips ground together, his hairy chest mangled Julia's ripe breasts and both thought they would die of sheer happiness.
Julia's eyes ranged over her lover's body. His broad, muscular shoulders and arms, his curly hair, well defined chest, his flat belly and narrow waist, hard buttocks and long, muscular legs. His large, dangling testicles were half lost in the shaggy covering of blond hair. She began to stroke them and soon his rod jutted out over her again, thick and straining.
Michael quickly lay down against her once more, running his hands in fluid movements over her body so that she began to quiver and tremble. He caught her hand, pulled it against his penis and she closed her fingers around the stiff, bursting flesh. Michael's whole body was alive; he had to do it again.
Picking her up from the floor, he threw her upon the huge bed. He moved one leg over Julia, lowering it between hers, and moving his body onto hers he drew over his other leg in the same movement so that his hips were between Julia's thighs. He drove into her again.
His body again was one great yearning, a hot, jellied feeling concentrated in his loins.
He began to grunt, his breath grating in his throat. He held Julia with all his force, crushing her, rendering her body helpless. He reached down, drawing her legs apart and up around him, plunging deeper into her love nest. There was nothing gentle about the union.
Julia's hips wriggled and swayed under him, crinkling the flesh of her belly in little ridges. Her thighs held him clasped as if she wanted to hold him there forever. Her moans became the deeper, fuller moans of accepted challenge. Her eyes were closed as her fingers stroked down over his cheeks and drew his face onto hers for his mouth to make an outlet for her searching, moving tongue.
With quick, furious movements of his hips, Michael thrust into her, pulled out all the way and thrust into her again, regulating his speed to make sure that Julia would be fully satisfied. His prick seemed to be burning as if it were on fire. Amazingly, Julia's channel was still as tight and tender as that of a virgin. It grasped him as if it were a tight fitting, warm glove. He was always pushing against a slight force which agonizingly forced back his skin, contracting around his knob in exquisite agony.
Suddenly Julia's whimpering became a more prolonged and consistent moaning. She grabbed at his thighs where they pressed at the undersides of hers, pulling them furiously against her. Her whole tender frame began to writhe and twist in agony, and in the rushes of air which burst from her throat, Michael sensed, rather than heard, whispered pleadings for more speed.
Her tiny hands clutched him with the force of a madman, digging into his broad shoulders. Her knees stretched back, her buttocks wriggled under his strong thighs, her face contorted and then her whole body was wracked and tormented in a series of unending convulsions. Her soft passage reached the extreme sensation and the liquid juices exploded as the breath was drawn from her body in a furious aching sigh. Michael had won!
As he felt the channel grow big around his penis, he forced himself deeper into Julia, holding her firmly, pressing and grinding against her without jerking his hips. His head swayed in ecstasy and then he withdrew, thrust slowly in again-and again-and with a last deep surge, his love juices broke through, spattering in swift spurts high up in Julia's body. He rammed into her, gasping, until the very last of his emotions had been drained from him. He settled slowly down on her hot, soft body and lay, crushing her breasts and belly with his weight until they both fell asleep from complete exhaustion.
When they awoke in the morning next to each other in the wide bed, they barely looked human.
A cold bath and a heavy breakfast with lots of coffee revived them quickly. Nevertheless it took several days before they had completely recuperated from that night. It had one advantage; Michael could set up the painting he was going to make of Julia without any interruptions other than a kiss, or a meal taken together. During those sessions heart and mind won out over pure lust and passion, thus weaving their lives together in such a way that only catastrophe could have separated them.
Dorothy did not particularly like the new friend and Julia had a lot of explaining to do. It was very important for her that Dorothy would like Michael, because Julia had decided to take her lover to La Bidouze castle, and she would have suffered if the separation would have had to be a painful one.
La Bidouze was a beautiful castle on the banks of the river by the same name in the Pyrenees. It belonged to the General's inheritance, and Julia had long ago decided to restore the old building and to live there several months out of the year. And nothing was more obvious to explain than the presence of a painter.
As always, Dorothy undertook all the preparations, and she was slightly mollified by the idea that she was still indispensable to her mistress. She had been terribly miffed because Julia had not used her sphinx intrigue to come up with the one and only. She consoled herself however, by pooh-poohing this affair with the thought that it was only a passing phase.
Before he left Michael asked, “Darling, where are we?”
“At my home.”
“Your home? I thought you lived on the boulevard St. Michel?”
“Officially, yes. This is my Buen Retiro, my little love nest.”
“Little! Is this the place where this Polish Count of yours…”
“Michael, dear… your jealousy is showing. No, it is not!”
“How do you explain that this whole place is designed to receive a lover?”
Julia knew that Michael would form his own opinions unless she told him the truth. She spared him a few lurid details-and also forgot to mention the Count de Paliseul-but she did tell about the terrible loneliness that she and her sister had felt after both had become widows as such a young age. She told him about her incestuous affair with her sister, and how Dorothy, her trusted chambermaid, had joined in the lovemaking. Then she told him about Dorothy's plan to buy this home, and the intrigue with the sphinx.
“You are two terribly perverted sisters.”
“I think, my dear, that in the past few days you have gathered enough proof that you are wrong. At least, as far as I am concerned. I prefer the real thing infinitely above all these artificial means.”
“You are right. I was only kidding, because I see absolutely no crime in a method of preference. It's about the same with people who prefer champagne over burgundy. Both are very heady, but the taste is different. But I am glad you have told me, and I promise that you can count on my complete discretion.”
