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have Patrick fuck her, right now, across the table.
She glanced at the space between them, and the movement of his long elegant
fingers, the slow circles that incited her to touch herself.
    “All right. I will!”
    Shuffling her legs wider, she thrust her hand between them,
diving straight in with two fingers, searching and finding her clit. She’d
wanted to put on a show for him, a grand performance, but she couldn’t wait. She
couldn’t prevaricate. She needed to come.
    “Oh!”
    The jolt of immediate pleasure took her breath away. Her clit
pulsed, fluttered, right on the edge. She backed straight off and began to slick
around her folds. Patrick tilted his head on side, as if assessing her
performance.
    “You want to come,” he stated, “so why don’t you? Why hold
back?”
    “I…I don’t know…. It’s what I usually do—I make it last…well,
I try to.”
    Those blue eyes narrowed a little, looked more dangerous.
    “Well, I don’t want you to make it last. I want to see you come
now.” Reaching out, he placed his right hand over her left one, on the table,
sliding his thumb to her wrist and settling it lightly over the pulse point
there.
    It was like being linked to him, blood to blood, the tiny
contact as intimate in its own way as cock in cunt. Her heartbeat, and its
racing rhythm, cried out to him.
    With another little gasp, she went for her clit and began to
rub, fast and hard, working herself without finesse or real accuracy, just
pounding away at the sensitive center.
    Barely seconds passed. Her body surged, clenching fiercely on
empty air, rippling, grasping for Patrick’s as yet unseen cock, the flesh she so
longed for.
    Moaning, she closed her eyes, as she always did, but he cried
out, “No! Look into my eyes! Keep it here!” He passed his hand in a circle
before his face, like a hypnotist. “Continue! Come again! You can do it!”
    Sinking into a world of blue, of deep, glittering blue, she
rotated her fingertip more lightly this time, with more delicacy. Her
consciousness was balanced between three points: her clit, his eyes, the touch
of his thumb. Silvery messages darted between the three nodes, circling and
building up like some arcane power source. Pleasure rose again, buoyed up the
circuit, the movement of Patrick’s thumb as arousing as that of her finger, and
the light in his eyes more incendiary than both.
    “Come, Miranda, come!”
    Pleasure swelled again, wild and ascending, her sex pulsating
as she pitched forward in the hard old chair, breaking the magic triangle as she
curved over her own rubbing fingertips. Patrick caught her shoulder with his
free hand, supporting her, guiding her head toward his. As she came and came,
their foreheads were pressed against one another’s.
    “That’s it baby…that’s it,” he softly chanted, his breath as
warm as a zephyr against her cheeks.
    How weird. How odd. I’ve never come like
this before….
    The thoughts flitted through her mind as she came back to
earth, and finally straightened up, Patrick’s warm hand slipping to the nape of
her neck and down her arm as she did so. She withdrew her hand from her crotch,
and he clasped it and squeezed it, almost as if he were praising her somehow.
And all the time he smiled and his eyes glowed with a strange, magical
triumph.
    “Phew! That was really something.” She sounded breathless, even
to her own ears, like an innocent after sex for the first time. “And
different…not what I was expecting.”
    “What were you expecting?” Patrick drew her hands together,
folding both into his own, vaguely like a therapist focusing the attention of
his patient. Miranda was aware that her skirt was still around her waist, but it
didn’t seem to matter.
    “I…I don’t know…. A fuck, I suppose.”
    “A fuck would be nice,” replied Patrick roundly, his tongue
touching the center of his lower lip for a moment, naughty and enticing.
    It would be nice, yes indeed. And suddenly she wanted