Free Contours of Darkness by Marco Vassi Page B

like with the woman you must have at home. I'll do what you like, but you got to coax me. You got to make me want to do it.' She brought her face right to his. 'You got to make me hot,' she whispered.
    'With money?' he said, his voice sticking in his throat.
    'It's as good a way as any,' she told him. 'And better than most.'
    They hung in the balance, their contract dangling. He wanted to fuck and she wanted as much payment as she could wring from him. Neither was willing to be exploited in any manner by the other. There seemed no way out of their impasse. The slightest indication that either of them might give would automatically be ruled as capitulation by the other. They were like diplomats negotiating at a peace conference, locked into suspicion.
    'Then why are you treatin' me so mean?' sang Billie Holiday, her spirit sustained by electric energy. Aaron and the woman heard the line at the same time and in the same way, and with absolute simultaneity acknowledged the absurdity of their situation.
    'Twenty-five is tops,' he said. 'I have to work for a living too.'
    She straightened her shoulders, tossed her head back, and wrinkled her nose. And to his surprise, she smiled. 'Well, all right,' she said, 'let's do it.' And fell upon him like warm wet concrete, enveloping him, smothering him with flesh.
    He got hard instantly, but did not hurry to enter her. Her body was soft and hot against his. For a long time he lay under her, sucking in her presence. He touched her not only at the surface, but seemed to sink into her, the layers of her skin peeling back, allowing him to merge with her. 'I have all of it to feel, to explore,' he thought and grew lightly giddy at the wide expanse which opened to him. He had her entire exterior to lose himself in before he needed to even consider entering her.
    He pushed her up and over, rolling her to her back. She let out a grunt of surprise, having thought that he would lie there while she sucked his cock and fucked him. It always amazed her when men paid her for sex and then got on top and did all the work. She tended to have less respect for a man who wasn't easy enough simply to lie back and let himself be made love to, but who had to climb on her and perform. But it meant less energy for her to expend, and she was quite content to close her eyes and let him loose. 'Knock yourself out,' she thought.
    Aaron looked down at the strange body like a lion over a freshly killed carcass. Waves of unreality washed through him. It was only the fourth time that he had been unfaithful to Cynthia, and the sensation of having all his familiar sexual attitudes with a woman he had never seen before filled him with a sense of the peculiar. But it was that more than anything else that he had come to experience. He shook his head to clear his mind of thoughts, and addressed himself to the piece of cunt, the piece of arse, the piece of tit, the piece of mouth before him.
    He started at her head, licking the coarse hair, gnawing at the crown of her skull lightly, chewing with the side of his mouth. He sniffed and grunted down the back of her neck, getting drunk on the raw smell of her. He had to restrain himself to keep from going in too many directions at once and dispersing the core of excitement now growing inside him.
    'She's mine,' he thought, 'because I paid for her.'
    He licked her forehead like a dog lapping ice, and planted a suction kiss over her right eye, teasing the eyeball with the tip of his tongue, reaching under the eyelid, treating her to a thread of jagged pleasure. He bit her nose and ran his tongue across her cheeks, over her temples, down to her chin, and finally over her lips, teasing her with the unaccustomed sensation. Her mouth opened to say something but he thrust his tongue inside. 'Mmmwhmwmwm,' he said, the rough wetness of her blending with his own saliva, making the cave they created a basin for their secretions.
    Aaron nibbled at her lips, kissed them with his own, and sucked