Lilacs: The Missing Scene

Chapter Two

Bill smiled at me. "My turn?"

"Your turn to scream," I informed him.

"Ooh, sounds like a challenge!"

He moved his arms so they were resting over my thighs. I lifted my legs up, drawing him forward and over my torso.

When he came to a stop, his mouth landed on my neck, his arms wrapped around under my ribcage and he pulled me up. I rested my arms over his shoulders, dragging my fingers again through that thick soft hair.

I arched my back to get his hands under me better, it felt so good! Having him there, sandwiched between my thighs, felt beyond good. I rubbed against him, wetting his tummy, the friction serving to get me excited all over again.

"Hmmmm, you're close, Maxwell, very close," I whispered.

"I'm taking a little break down here on your neck, before hittin' the finale."

"Finale?" I asked him.

He pulled away from my neck so he could look at me. "Well, yeah, isn't that what you meant? Scream? Close?"

"Not by a long stretch, Maxwell. Here, get off me."

Bill slowly pulled back, down the length of me again, taking his sweet time of it. He gave my tummy a little kiss then sat up on the edge of the bed.

I sat up too, alongside him, and smacked his knee. "How about that drink? Got any coke?"

"Always. I'm dying of thirst."

While he got that, I grabbed my handbag and took the small bottle of massage oil I'd put in there earlier in the evening, hoping against all hopes that I'd have a chance to use it. And now I was going to, in the best way.

He was back quickly, two cold cans in his hand, and he cracked one open and handed it to me. We took a few moments to guzzle the cold bubbly drinks down, moistening our parched throats, then set them down on the nightstand.

"A little pause for the cause, eh?" he asked, following it with a not-too-subtle belch. My belch followed shortly after and we both fell back, laughing.

"I'm such a lady!" I exclaimed, flopping my arms out and smacking him in the chest with one.

"You are!" he said, taking the arm and running his hand back and forth on it.

In my other hand was the little bottle of oil. I was holding it tight, warming it with my body heat, and I held it up, showing him.

"What's that?" he asked, squinting in the dim candlelight.

"Told you it's your turn. I'm going to give you a massage."

"Ah," he said, his face lighting with anticipation. "And this is going to make me scream? It'll just make me fall asleep on ya!"

I rolled over, so I was partly laying on him, and looked him in the eye. "Oh no, no sleeping till morning!

I stood by the edge of the bed and directed him to lie on his tummy. He scrunched his pillows under himself, wrapped his arms around them and got comfortable. His face was angled toward me, and he reached out with those long fingers and gave me a little tickle where he'd worked so recently with his mouth.

"Hmmmm..." I paused, distracted, then pushed his hand away. "Stop that, it's your turn to lay back and let ME take care of YOU!"

He chuckled into the pillow. "Okay, okay, so take care of me!"

"Close your eyes."

He closed them.

"Relax."

He relaxed.

I was quiet as I put some oil in the palm of my hand, rubbing it around to complete warming it. When it was well-spread, I put my hands, flat against him, onto his upper back.

I started out slowly and gently, as a masseuse would, back and forth, going in ever-increasing lines up and down his back. I kept stopping right at the base of his spine, then up to the back of his neck.

This went on for a few moments, then watching him there, under my hands and fingers, seeing the play of muscles in his shoulders and upper arms, I couldn't wait any longer.

Bracing myself where his shoulders met his neck, I climbed onto him, resting on his firm butt.

"HMMMM," he moaned loudly as I settled on him. I poured a healthy dollop of oil on his upper back, smoothed it around, then leaned down to blow on the back of his neck. The warming sensation of the oil was doing its work, and the fragrance was filling my senses as it wafted around us.

"What is that stuff?" he mumbled from his pillow.

"Kama sutra oil," I told him. "You get it at specialty shops."

"Hmmmm," was all he could say to that for a second. Then, "I love it, it's WARM!"

I laughed, "Yeah, it warms up from body heat, making it even smellier. Nice, isn't it?"

Putting my hands back at the base of his neck, I leaned down to his ear, pressing my breasts against his oiled back. I whispered, "It's edible, too!"

"Oh, God," he said, and I could feel his muscles tighten under my hands and my legs.

"Oh yes, Mr. Maxwell, quite edible. And I want to taste it on you, I want to taste you like you wanted to taste me earlier," I said, my voice throaty like it gets when I'm turned on.

He was quiet for so long that I was getting worried. I sat up, my hands flat on his back.

"Bill? Is it okay if I do that? I won't if you're uncomfortable with it, I just thought..."

"No, no, it's not that! It's just that it's been, well... so long since I've had THAT, that's all." He sighed, pausing for a moment. He took a deep, shuddering breath that vibrated under me. "My... my wife, she didn't..."

He obviously couldn't continue. Wife? I knew he wasn't married. Divorced? I doubted it, or he wouldn't be having a hard time talking about it and her. Widowed? I suspected that was the case.

And I knew I'd best handle this delicately, if he'd lost his wife in death. He said it had been so long, and I hadn't realized till that second that I was his first since his wife. He was probably scared to death, as non-chalant as he was trying to appear.

"Bill, I'll do, or not do, whatever you want. Tell me. I want tonight to be amazing for both of us."

"I do too. No, you can do it, you just startled me. I hadn't even imagined. It's been decades, and, well, back in the day, not too many girls DID that sort of thing!" He paused again. "I've only had it done to me once, and it scared me to death."

Oh dear, I thought. The one experience was frightening to him. No wonder he tensed up like he did. I thought he was tensing in anticipation, not fright.

I pressed down against him again, whispering, "Let me show you how it's SUPPOSED to be done! But I'll warn you now, so you don't get nervous... I'm just going to get you started, at least this time around, and you can then hit the finale, as you put it."

He relaxed under me. That's what he'd been afraid of, then. Having it done to completion. No, I wanted our first time to be with him in control, as he needed to be. As I wanted him to be.

I laughed, breaking the tension. "All right, where was I? Oh yes, the massage."

I resumed what I'd been doing, taking my time, working his back, shoulders, neck and upper arms. I wanted to make sure our little conversation hadn't broken the spell, and sure enough, within minutes, he and I were going into that sweet state of tension.

I finished his backside, and stood up. I motioned with my hand that he should turn over onto his back, and I handed him his coke. Nope, the serious discussion had done nothing to deter his willingness to continue, I was pleased to note.

I stared down at the length of him while I sipped on my coke, almost hypnotized by him. Whew, I thought once more. This was going to be fun! But that little scene was going to wait. I'd promised him it was HIS turn to scream, and I had to work on that. 'Course, the screaming would come later, after I'd prepped him.

After our second round of thirst-quenching and belching, and laughing as a result, I put the cokes on the stand again.

Looking down at him watching me, I smiled and hiked my leg over him, straddling him across the lower abdomen, mere inches away from that hardness. Hmmmm... I could wait, but I didn't WANT to wait. But I would.

He was watching me all this time, and thrust up a little bit when I sat across him.

"No, no, not yet, Maxwell."

I put more oil in my hand, rubbed the palms again to warm it, and moved forward to begin rubbing it into his chest, lower neck and throat, and down to his tummy. Ooh, I love that little tummy! I bent down to kiss him there, lapping at the warming oil.

From there I worked my way up, kissing and tasting the whole time, nibbling when I could pinch a little flesh between my teeth. He put his hands behind my head, clutching my curly hair, as I had done to him earlier.

My hands were massaging his chest as my lips and tongue continued their upward journey. I found his hard little nipples and began twirling them between my thumbs and finger, tugging on them, and he gasped, throwing his head back. Ah, one of THOSE! I was happy to note. I knew some men loved such play as much as women do. So naturally, my mouth began to migrate towards one, slowly as he'd done to me.

When I felt the little nub against my nose, I paused a beat then bit down, sucking it roughly into my mouth, flicking my tongue back and forth rapidly. He gasped and arched again, hissing like a cat. I was afraid I might've hurt him, but he pushed my head against him, pleading for more.

I sucked again, harder this time, and gently tormented him with my teeth. My hand was playing with the other one all this time, alternately pulling and pinching, and he was writhing underneath me, panting.

"O'NEIL!" he screamed when I bit him particularly hard. Before I had time to stop, he grabbed my hips and pushed me DOWN, toward his erection, desperate to be in me NOW, this INSTANT! I tightened my legs, not allowing him to find relief so quickly, and he moaned, gripping my hips almost painfully.

"O'Neil, PLEASE, you've made me scream, you've won, come ON!"

I paused a moment, as if considering giving in to his demand (which I wasn't going to do), and said, "Um...no."

Before he could plead with me, I reached behind me and gripped him in my hand. Now, I've got big hands for a woman, probably the Southerner in me, and I couldn't even wrap it completely around him, he was that big. Whew, once again. I had to be sure I was ready, REALLY ready, for that one.

He gasped yet again (we'd been doing that a lot this evening, probably why we kept having to guzzle coke) and I drew my fingers up and down the length of him, all the while keeping his eyes locked on mine. When I got to the tip, I stole the little dewy drop that was there with a fingertip. I slowly put my finger to my mouth and slipped it in, further and further, until the whole finger was inside. No gag reflex. Yea. I love not having a gag reflex, and by what the guys I've been with have told me, they love it too.

"Oh God," he said again. It was getting to be his favorite saying tonight. "You're gonna kill me, you know."

"Hmmm mmmmm," I agreed around my finger, which I was now drawing in and out of my mouth suggestively. The taste of him was driving me insane. I wanted the rest of him in my mouth, but I didn't think he was going to last that long. We'd get to that little pleasure later in the evening.

Bill could stand it no more, and grabbed my wrists, pulling me down to his mouth so he could ravish my neck. That mouth of his! Those lips, that tongue! I wish I could save them just for me, it felt so good. While his mouth was busy there, his hand had moved up one thigh until it hit the center, and he began working me with those talented fingers once more.

Now it was his turn to drive me crazy, and he did, and within minutes I was screaming as the next orgasm washed over me. He held his hand against me, then began to rub the juices back and forth with his fingers. I knew he was prepping me, because he again took my hips and tried to push me down on him.

"Hang ON," I laughed, reaching for the bottle of oil once more. "I'm not done with the massage, Bill!"

He moaned in frustration and relaxed back, ready for the next wave of the rubdown. I surprised him, though.

"Oh, I forgot to mention. This massage is on ME!"

I ran my oiled hands over myself, over my tits and tummy, slowly, seductively, giving Bill the show of his life. I pinched my nipples in front of him, leaning down so I was inches from his face. How he kept from taking me then and there, I'll never know. He was exhibiting tremendous control. He was so mesmerized by my show, all he could do was relax his hands, which still rested on my hips.

I moved even closer, bringing one erect little nipple close to his parted lips, and as I figured, he hit the breaking point and put his big hands on my back, pushing me into his mouth.

I screamed as he latched on, as his teeth and lips gripped me. It hurt, a LOT, but at the same time it was beyond pleasure.

"Hmmmmm," he mumbled, lapping and tasting the oil, twiddling his tongue rapidly back and forth. As he feasted on my tit, his hands moving faster and faster up and down my back, he'd had enough. I knew it was time, or else it'd all end way too soon for both of us.

When he roughly turned us over, holding my nipple in his mouth the whole time, refusing to let that connection go, I didn't resist. I relaxed under him, and he took me in his arms, moving between my legs.

Just as I thought he'd simply slam into me, as I knew he so desperately wanted to do, he paused, poised over me, his warm breath and wet lips over mine.

"Kid..." he began in a deep whisper. "Kid, like the song says, My darlin', you are wonderful tonight."

"Bill," I sighed.

"You know this isn't just a one-night thing, right? That's why it's been so long, I don't go into flings like some guys do."

"I was certainly hoping it wasn't just tonight, Bill."

"Good. Um, are you... are you safe?"

I knew it embarrassed him to ask, but he had to.

I chuckled, "Yes, Bill. I'm on the Pill. No babies for me now, in my early 40's."

He sighed in relief, collapsing on me partway. "Whew, good. 'Cause I don't have anything, and I wasn't too sure I could wait long enough for a trip to the pharmacy!"

"Shhhh, enough talk! Weren't we about to do something?" And I arched my hips toward him, where I could feel him so close, so very close to the entrance. Now it was my turn to get desperate.

He reached his hand down to me once more, twiddling it back and forth, and knew I was more than ready.

"Oh, Kim," he murmured against my throat. Wow, he DID know my first name! "Now that we're here, I want to take it slow and steady, our first time. You don't mind, do you?"

"Oh no, baby, I don't mind at all!"

He slowly and gently slid into me, all the way in, I never thought he'd stop. I felt full up to my navel, and as he thrust, pushing me into the pillows, I was on the edge. I wrapped my legs over his lower back, tightening them, and the slow gentle rolling rhythm increased, faster, harder, as his control left him.

He was hitting my spot in the most perfect way, and when I screamed in yet another orgasm (how many is that now? Three?) he was gone, completely and utterly gone. I gripped him to me, my hands trying to slide off his oily and sweaty skin. He's taller than I, and his shoulder was there in front of my mouth. Gasping, mewling in pleasure, I bit down on his shoulder so my screams wouldn't wake half the neighborhood.

The screams, the legs, the sweat and oil and fragrance drove us both on, and I swear, we fell into an eternal, plummeting embrace. It was so fast, so hard and furious, the sounds of our lovemaking ringing through the apartment, seemingly all of L.A., that I thought I'd black out or die, one or the other.

As Bill reached his own peak, he buried his mouth against my neck and shoulder, and the scream he let out, the roar, almost deafened me. Fuck the neighbors, I figured. They're jealous they ain't gettin' it like I am, like HE was. I screamed as well as we both came at the same time.

He kept moving in me, back and forth, slower and slower, until sheer exhaustion stopped him. He partly collapsed on me, taking the brunt of his weight on his elbows and knees, and he bent his head to kiss me along the shoulder, up my neck to my ear and down again. His tongue was lapping at my sweaty skin, and he was tasting me, as if to keep the memory of this spectacular first time in his head.

Panting for breath, all I could do was relax into the mattress while he so tenderly kissed and lapped at me. He had worked his way to the end of one shoulder, and very carefully pulled out of me. He lay down along my side for a second, then put his arm under me, drawing me to him.

A few moments of lying like this, both of us silent, he finally spoke.

"Kim, that was one of the most amazing things to ever happen to me! Thank you!"

I laughed against his sweaty, slippery chest. "I told you you'd be thanking me later, didn't I?"