XXIV | Wrapped Around Him
She recalled the treasure cove and the vision she’d had of them lying n***d in Dravidian’s gondola—floating lazily downriver while lying on their sides, he behind her (and fully inside her), holding her in his arms, thrusting his hips slowly in and out, while she pressed her haunches against him—ground them into him—her face contorted in ecstasy.
And all she knew, as at last he reclined on the boat’s plush bench and she fondled and stroked his s****l organs (even while admiring their sheer beauty and symmetry ... the firm, walnut-textured testicles, the long, broad shaft with its spider web of veins, the mushroom cap-like blue head), was that she wanted him inside her once and for all ... wanted to mount him like a stallion and ride him to the end of the world;
