‘Ohhh.. . my God!’
Sharky lay on the cot smoking a Schimmelpenninck, staring up at the smoke hanging near the ceiling like strands of cotton candy, his thoughts jumping to Domino, envisioning her. He dropped the cigar on the floor and put the earphones back on, heard her peculiar breathing pattern starting again.
Seven in, hold seven, seven out.
And he joined her, closing his eyes, letting his own fantasies take control.
He was lying among the pillows in the massage room. She was standing over him, her long legs dominating him.
Thick black swansdown inviting him as she stared down...
Stared down between her breasts, smiling...
He reached up, touching the soft skin behind her knees, stroked it, then pressed lightly.
She lowered towards him, an agonizing vision in slow motion.
Seven in, hold seven, seven out.
She stretched out over him, not quite touching him. Her nipples brushed his, her lips hovered over his, her thick tuft teased his shaft. Their lips brushed together, tongues searching, touching, melding into one.
He kissed her neck, her throat, the bulge of her breasts, her nipples, and felt her settle against him, moving against him, like a wave washing over him.
He could wait no longer. He reached down, lifted her by the hips, and together they stared down between their bodies, moving, touching, and moving apart until neither of them could stand the agony any longer and as he poised her over him and they both looked down at what was waiting and he reached between them, brushed his band across her silken mound, she moaned, Ohhh.. . my God!’ as he rose up and felt her against him. Open and waiting, she sucked him inside..
DeLaroza rose high above he and then plunged down, the power, grasping, taking, and she felt him inside her, only her eyes were closed and now her fantasy took over and it was not DeLaroza entering her, it was Sharky, for now she no longer wanted the lust of power, she wanted to get and to give, to join him, not be his for the taking. She felt his hard, muscular stomach, his lean chest, his neck, taut and straining, his arms with their pinion fingers stroking, gentling, hardening her, and his mouth against hers, lightly at first, then crushing against hers.
Her breathing pattern shortened.
Five in, five hold, five out.
She counted faster as her breathing quickened. He was breathing with her, thrusting with her.
Two, two, two.
Two, two, two.
two,two. ..two,two.two,.two...
One, one.
One
One!
‘Ahhh!’
She cried out again and again. Her body stiffened. Volcanoes sputtered, rumbled, spat fire, and erupted inside her. Hot lava engulfed her, warmed her, flooded through her head, her throat, her chest, her stomach. Her vagina burst and words tumbled from her lips that made no sense, a disconnected alien vocabulary surging from her throat.
DeLaroza popped the amyl nitrite tube and passed it back and forth between them, felt her instant response, the renewed assault on her senses. She was an errant star, lost in space, as it hit again and again and again. The mountain below his testicles swelled and slammed between his legs and he too convulsed and erupted...
in his post on the roof Sharky heard them, felt the same urgent rush, the same mountain between his legs, the same volcanoes blowing apart, the same fervid explosion in his groin and, crying out, he came.
DeLaroza lay beside Domino for only a few minutes, then got up, showered, and dressed. When he returned to the room she was still lying on the table, although she had covered herself with a robe. He was anxious to leave. With his orgasm DeLaroza had closed the book on Domino.
He leaned over the table and she looked at him with smoky eyes, smiling. ‘Magnificent,’ he said. ‘You exceeded your promise. I shall never forget tonight. When next we meet, it will be as old friends. The past is erased.’
‘Thank you,’ she said softly, ‘for everything. For showing me the world and its treasures. You have been a dear friend. Joy geen.’
‘Goodbye to you,’ he said and kissed her, knowing it was the last time he would ever see her. Then he closed the door. En his mind Domino was already dead.
She lay alone for several minutes before the tears came and then she cried softly to herself, not so much because she would miss him, but because it was an ending and endings always saddened her.
Sharky did not hear them. He had pulled off the earphones and dropped them beside him on the cot. The last twenty-four hours had burned him out. He had killed a man, been chewed out royally by The Bat, been transferred to Friscoe’s Inferno, assigned to this machine, bugged an apartment, and had not only been attracted to a suspect but joined her vicariously while she made love to another man.
Great, Sharky. You aren’t even hitting the slow pitches.
His nerves were stretched to the breaking point. Everything seemed amplified. The buzzing fluorescent tubes overhead, the humming motors, the wind whistling at the crack in the door, all agitated his skin. He scratched his
