She unbuttons. She drops the trousers. She steps out of the boots. She pulls the undershirt over her head. She is bare-breasted in the lamplight her small breasts firm and high and her nipples prominent and the small surgical scar low on her right side, and she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Masculine. Feminine. And everything in between.
She comes to the bed.
She lifts the quilt. She gets in. She lies on her back beside me. I put my hand on her stomach and I let the hand sit a count.
"Max."
"Yes."
"Put it on. The strap.”
She turns her head on the pillow.
"Evangeline,” she looks at me with hunger in her eyes.
"I am asking, please.”
"What are you asking?”
"I want to put my mouth on you."
She is quiet a count.
"Evangeline."
"I have been thinking about it for two days. I thought about it last night while you were asleep. I want to. I want to put it in my mouth and I want you to come from it. That is the thing I am asking for."
"You do not have to."
"I know I do not have to."
"You do not have to give me anything."
"Max. I know I do not have to. I am asking. I want to. I am asking."
She looks at me a count.
She gets up.
She gets up without speaking. She goes to the bathroom. She comes back carrying the leather harness and the dildo. She steps into it standing at the chair. She tightens the buckles to the worn notch on her side, the notch that fits her. She tightens the strap up at the back. The silicone hangs forward, dark in the lamplight. She stands at the chair a count adjusting where the front of the leather sits on her, where the back base of it sits in her, and I watch her settle into it, and I watch the breath she takes when it is set right.
She comes back to the bed.
"All right," she says.
"All right."
I sit up.
I push the quilt off. I move down the bed on my knees. She sits at the head of the bed against the headboard with her hands flat on the quilt on either side of her hips, and her knees apart, and the silicone in the lamplight between her thighs.
"Slow," she says.
"Yes. Let me give you pleasure,” I say.
"Tell me if your jaw hurts, if it is too much.”
"Yes."
