There was no way she was going to work. She called in sick – something she hardly ever did – but after last night there was no way. In spite of hardly sleeping at all, she was running off the energy from her 'trip to the river.'
Not wanting to disturb him (he never seemed to be bothered by this burst of energy, aside from his near constant erection) she sat in the kitchen sipping tea and reading. Even in the darkest part of the morning when she would usually be filled with dread about her situation, the white light filled her with optimism and calm.
Finally, just as he was getting up she realized how exhausted she truly was. Leaving a message with her admin, she went to her bedroom.
She joined him in the bed as he sat up, the sheets falling away from his chest. She leaned over and kissed his nipples, letting her tongue rub against them.
"Mmmm, that's nice." His hands stroked her hair. "Couldn't sleep?"
"No fucking way," she sat back up, pulling the sheets away from him to expose his cock. "I don't know how you do it." She cupped the flaccid member in her hands, focusing on his sac and pubic hair. It was so beautiful. She smiled as it stirred from her attentions.
"You hit it pretty hard, didn't you." He lifted her nightgown to see her better, fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples lightly.
"Mmm hmmm." She loved what he was doing.
"It was pretty difficult those first few months at the ashram. Thankfully there wasn't a lot for us to do during the day – the older novitiates were responsible for most of the duties while the newbies were getting trained. I remember those first few times – very intense." He kept stroking her lightly. "What was it like?"
She tried to explain the different feelings, the tastes and the hallucinations, but it was like explaining a dream – more was lost in translation than she could convey. Meanwhile, his fingers had started to heat her up again; the fires rekindling. She didn't have to go anywhere, but she knew he did. "Do you really want to keep going with this, or should we stop?" She pointed to his rapidly stiffening penis to make her point.
"It sounds like you made another breakthrough last night," he continued, ignoring both her question and her hesitancy. "Is the 'white fire' still
active
or has it quieted?"
She nodded, implying it was very much still going on.
"Tantric doesn't mean withholding pleasure – you know that, right?" He waited for her to nod. She was completely naked now, sitting up against the head board, her legs open to his fingers, her nipples erect. "I've said this before, but maybe you have a better appreciation for its true meaning, given your experience last night:. It truly means 'weave' as in the total weaving of life. Sometimes you have to get outside of the tapestry to really appreciate it. It's not something you should make a habit of, but it definitely is important to do every once in a while."
She knew exactly what he was talking about. The 'rising above' the ocean, the clearing of the white fog – it all felt as if she had broken free of something only to be consumed or...infused...in something much larger. But it was frightening at the same time – to lose one's self. And it was exhausting even as it was exhilarating.
In spite of her growing arousal, she couldn't stifle a yawn and she felt pressure from her bladder – all of the tea she had drunk was trying to find a way out. As intense as the prior evening's experience in the elevator had been, she wasn't interested in repeating it this morning.
"You're not going in?" He pulled back, bringing his fingers to her mouth for her to lick them off.
She shook her head, sucking her musk off of them.
"What about your car?"
Shit!
She had forgotten about it. Her heart jumped a little at forgetting, the injection of adrenaline woke her up slightly. Several alternatives drifted up: call a cab, call Carole
what day was it? Was she working today?
Take a bus, she wasn't sure what line it was near; Ride her bike – it was only a few miles...ride her bike.
"S'all right. I think I can get to it later today. No, I'm too tired – I didn't sleep at all," her yawn underscoring her words.
She followed him into the bathroom and waited, watching him pee. As he got in the shower, she sat on the toilet musing on the last 12 hours. It seemed every time they got together the sex was more intense than the last time. As she wiped herself she felt a little tender and bruised.
He must really have been slamming into me.
She stepped into the shower with him, even though she was just going to go back to bed. She just wanted to be close to him, to feel his skin against hers and let the warm water flow over her.
He was covered with soap; his skin was silky and smooth, sliding easily against hers. She dropped her hands to feel his tight ass cheeks, so firm and soft. He had fine hairs just below the waistline she liked to play her fingers over. She felt the lather flowing through her fingers as she rubbed her hands up his spine and down into his crack.
She dropped to her knees, the water spraying into her face, and took his member into her mouth. She wanted to give him a nice sending off to work present.
"You don't have to do this," he said, his hands holding her face.
She mumbled her agreement and continued to suck him into her, trying to get him as stiff as possible, to fuck her throat again. The water drummed on her head as she started pistoning up and down on him.
"You know," he said with a philosophical tone, "I've had more sex with you in the past few months than I've had in the years before?"
She felt herself start to moisten at the idea she had been the source of his pleasure for so long and continued her efforts. She knew from all that experience no matter what she did here, he wouldn't release into her, but the thought occurred to her that maybe just increasing the number of times he'd done it would make it more difficult for him to resist cumming.
In a few moments she felt him begin to stiffen again, but was not rewarded with anything out of the ordinary. Not even the cinnamon smell she'd pulled from him the night before.
She got up, smiled at him and sucked his tongue into her mouth, pressing her lips against his, before she exited the shower with a light giggle.
