Driving out the Cuckoo

It took several hours for Ishmael to retain his composure. I had long grown bored of lying there and was beginning to get hungry, when I found his lips pressed lightly on my neck.

The next second, his hand slowly, reverently slid up my stomach to cover my right breast. His strong fingers pinched lightly, and I had to bite my lip to stop the moan of ecstasy as he rolled the bud of my nipple gently between his fingers. His mouth pressed against my neck once again and I shivered as I felt him bite down lightly and suck. I wanted to reach for him, but Ishmael was different, gentler this time than he'd ever been before. I could feel a sense of sadness and desperation in his touch that made my heart ache.