“Will Lizzi be joining us?” Heinrich asked, sipping his own drink.

                “No. She has a date as usual. I’m quite sure she won’t be home for hours. I thought it would offer us an opportunity to,” she paused, “talk.”

                “Talk,” Heinrich said with a smile.

                “Yes. Talk. About what you’re proposing. It can’t happen.”

                “Why not? I love you, Marika.”

                “You keep saying that but you don’t even know me.”

                “But I do,” he said as he sat his glass down. “The way you sing. The things you sing. I feel like I know your soul. It’s so sad and alone. It hurts me. I don’t want you to feel so.”

                “I’m sad and alone for good reason. If you knew the truth, you would not feel this way,” she said and then drained the rest of her drink and placed her own empty glass beside his.

                “There is nothing that you could say to change the way I feel. Will you tell me the truth?” he asked, taking her hands in his.

                “I can not.”

                “Then I will wait until you do. For now kiss me?” He looked at her with complete honesty and she kissed him. Their teeth bumped together. She moved closer to him, pushing him back until his head rested on the arm of the sofa. His erection grew between them and her body responded as well. Their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. Heinrich held her neck for a moment before his hand slid down to cup her breast.  Worried she would be discovered, she guided his hands away. He moved to her back and caressed her spine, following it down to her firm, round ass.  Heat and color rose  to Marika’s cheeks. She kissed him on his jaw line, nipping here and there as she journeyed with her mouth to his neck. He began to move his hands back and forth along her thighs, clearly enjoying the feel of her thigh-high stockings on his skin.  The stockings were her one indulgence, with silk and nylon as expensive as gold since war had broken out.  Most women drew a line up the back of their legs to mimic the effect, but as she listened to Heinrich sighing with delight, Marika was glad she’d spent the money she should have used for food. Unbuttoning his shirt, she kissed his collarbone as his hands found their way up beneath her dress to her hips.

                “Stop,” she blurted, knowing what he’d find were his hands to wander too far. She bolted up. Heinrich looked puzzled and hurt, unsure of what he had done that may have offended her, making her feel guilty for being so abrupt. “Not yet,” she amended gently, taking his hands and moving them to his sides, “Let me.”

                Marika unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and bunched his undershirt up to reveal his perfect nipples and well sculpted torso. She bent down and kissed his ribs, moving up to trace each of his nipples with her tongue, each one hardening with her touch. Then she slowly traveled further down his torso, unbuckling his belt as her painted lips left a trail of crimson diamonds down his slender body. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, her tongue caressing his pelvic muscle, making him tremble. Reaching into his underwear, her delicate fingers pulled his engorged cock free from its tight cotton prison. Marika looked up at Heinrich’s closed eyes, his head thrown back. “Marika,” he moaned.

                “Shh,” she said and then enveloped his throbbing member with her mouth. She sucked the head slightly, using the tip of her tongue to probe just under his foreskin and caress the ridge just below the head, tasting the first drop of semen to leak there. Sucking gently, she used her hand to pull the little bit of extra skin taut, exposing Heinrich’s most sensitive places and allowing her to rub the entire length of his cock with her tongue, giving special attention where the head meets the shaft. He thrust a fraction of an inch up into her mouth and she took him completely into her throat, her nose brushing the small patch of pubic hair at the base of his cock, causing him to moan loudly. She drew back, letting her tongue drag along the belly of his dick until only the head remained between her crimson lips.  She bobbed slightly, not letting him fall completely from her mouth. then suddenly sucked very hard and pulled away with an audible pop.  Another moan escaped his throat.  Fingers knit into her straight black hair. Though Heinrich attempted to pull Marika’s mouth back down, she broke away and propped herself on her palms, trying to prolong the wonderful experience as long as she could.  Who knew when, if ever, they’d be together again? She stroked him with the same maddening, slow ease of her dancing, enjoying the look of his shaft moist from her saliva and his pre come, watching as another bead leaked from the tip.

                “Marika—“ he pleaded in a voice shivering with frustration.

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