Unknown Diners

Chapter Six

"Oh!... My!... God! Oh, my God, Oh, my God... Oh my... My God," Catherine said through her panting as she continued staring wide-eyed at him.

Lorne lay down beside her and wrapped his arms around her as she continued a light quivering. "I've wanted to do this with you for so long. So long." He started crying, his light sobs barely audible.

She held his face to kiss him, felt his wet cheeks and licked them. "Your tears taste so sweet."

"I don't know what they're for. Tears of release? Of relief? Of joy?" He caught her tongue with his, and they fenced a short while before merging into a deep, exploring kiss.

For a long while, they lay on the bed, cuddling, kissing, caressing and murmuring endearments. He nibbled her earlobe and whispered, "I know it's a cliché, but was that good for you?"

"You have no idea how good." She turned her head to kiss him again. "You've always been my number one rub fantasy. And my number two and three." She sat up and stared at him. "I cannot believe how closely you played one of my favourite fantasies. Oh, my God!"

She turned her head and nodded. "You're still very proud down there. Can I do anything for you?"

An expression of anguish crossed his face, briefly, but she saw it. She lay back down and wrapped her arms around him and gently rocked.

Lorne pulled his face from her thick red hair and looked into her eyes. "It's past midnight. I should get some sleep. Will you stay here with me tonight?"

"I dare anyone to try to pry me away from here — from you." She squeezed him tighter. "I'm not going anywhere."

He awoke to the sound of the electric flush, with the sun slanting through the cabin portlights and hatch. The bulkhead clock showed eight thirty-five. We've slept in. I've nothing scheduled. I wonder if she does.

"Have you anything on your agenda?" Catherine asked as she hopped back onto the bed and kissed him good morning. "Mine's empty until Monday afternoon."

"I was just thinking the same thing. I've nothing before Authentic's portfolio tasting. Is that yours?"

"Yes, the same. I was hoping I'd see you there. Until then I was going to vegetate and write. I've lots of research to do and —"

"I was going to go sailing. There's a marvellous satellite connection aboard. I regularly head out and anchor. Do most of my online research and writing in secluded anchorages. So peaceful. My thoughts had been to head out this morning. Would you care to come with me?"

"You're so silly. You're such an innocent child. You have no idea how endearing you are. God, I love you."

"So, does that mean you'll come with me?"

"Yes, silly; yes, yes, yes."

"We should get up, then. I'll make breakfast."

She nodded at the tenting of the duvet. "It appears you're up already. Is that all morning, or is some of it for me?" She chuckled as she leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"Both, I guess. You were so gorgeous crawling back onto the bed." He gave her a twisted smile. "I'll go take care of it."

"Do you need help?"

"We'll have to work up to that. I'm still..." He kissed her lightly on the lips, then plunged in and they writhed together on the bed as his passion grew. He stopped and shook his head. "I'll go take matters in hand... Still can't do..."

She watched as he rolled out of bed and walked toward the heads, then she lay there thinking, trying to sort out... Trying to sort out... What? What am I trying to sort out? Why am I trying? Damn it, he's worth it, that's why. God, is he ever worth it. This is already heaven. If it never evolves beyond this, so? So don't push. Let it happen... She continued running thoughts through her mind, trying to make sense of his reactions and the fears that seem so profound. Whatever it is, he's such a gentle soul. My God, I love him...

The sounds of the flushing and of the water pump running brought her back, and she turned her eyes to enjoy him swing as he walked toward the bed. "That appears to be much more relaxed."

He looked down, then blushed as he lifted his eyes to meet hers. "I'm sorry, I had to... I just... I don't know."

"No need to be sorry, none at all. Remember that. There's no need for you ever to be sorry about this. I'd love to take a shower. Would you like to join me? We could scrub each other's backs and —"

"Oh, God! That was in one of those stories I edited for you, wasn't it? How could I have missed it?"

As they stood in the shower, soaping and caressing each other, she looked down. "You're still as thick as my wrist, the length of my hand. Does it ever get any smaller than this?"

"A long swim in cold water will shrink it a bit, but mostly, this is its dangle. It's not rare. Statistically one or two per thousand is this size or bigger. There'd be millions like this on the planet."

"Yes, but how do you hide it? It must be obvious to others."

"You've known me for many years. We've spent a lot of time quite closely together at tastings, dinners, on junkets. Did you ever notice anything?"

"No, but now thinking — you've always worn baggy trousers, and I've always wondered why you didn't show-off your butt and goods. Gays like showing-off, and they enjoy looking at men's butts and crotches. So do I." She smiled sheepishly up at him. "I do enjoy it — but it seems I'm still working with the idea of you being gay."

They dried each other, taking their time to examine, explore and tease. As he slowly towelled her breasts again, she trembled then sighed. "I didn't realise they needed so much." She giggled. "In addition to the drying."

He kissed her lips lightly, licked them, then gazed into her eyes. "Do you mind if I tell you I love you?"

"Silly. I love you, I love everything about you. Do you mind if I tell you that?"

"No, why would I?"

"Well?"

"I guess you're right. Okay — I love you." He licked her lips again, slipped his tongue between them, and they merged in a long exploration. He paused the kiss to say, "I love you, Catherine. I always have. Ever since I first saw you."