Hast thou heard the butterflies
What they say betwixt their wings?
Or in stillest evenings
With what voice the violet woos
To his heart the silver dews?
- Tennyson, Adeline.
Claudia awoke and saw that the sun was already well above the horizon. The view from her bedroom window was of a cloudless azure sky and a sea more tranquil than any she had yet seen. It was a calm day and the cool of the night still lingered in the airy room. Her Sicilian summer wore on and with each passing day she fell more and more in love with the beauty of her new home. Indeed, Tintamare was more than a mere house; more than a valuable piece of real estate. It was an object dear to her heart, a precious legacy and a place of mystery like none she had ever encountered.
She felt a slight movement on her tee-shirt and looked down. There, between two folds of white cotton was a large, iridescent green scarab beetle. She smiled as it paused to regard her coolly through glistening black eyes. Deciding that she posed no immediate threat, it continued climbing towards her with delicate antennae waving. She caught it easily and felt it tickle her palm as it struggled feebly against her. She strode out onto the balcony and tossed the little insect high into the air. The beetle tumbled a few times; its beautiful metallic tints catching the morning sun, then it unfolded its wings and flew off on the breeze. Claudia watched it as it wheeled against the sky then turned and flew towards the garden.
“Claudia the Merciful,” whispered a voice deep in her mind; a voice so subtle that she could scarcely distinguish it from her own thoughts.
“Indeed I am,” she answered almost unconsciously.
She looked down and saw Carlo walking towards the stone stair dressed only in a towel. As this was his last day with her, she guessed that he wanted to go for an early swim then prepare for his flight to Palermo. Then she noticed that he carried a small basket and a long pair of tongs. Intrigued, she waited until he had begun his descent to the beach before slipping on a skirt and following him. She glanced at the harpsichord on the way out and made a mental note to dust it today as she had not done so in weeks. She ran down the stairs to the back door and out into the garden. Almost immediately, the fresh aroma of pine greeted her. There was a grove of very old pines to the west of the house in a part of the garden that she was yet to investigate. Again she made a mental note to do so once Carlo had gone and she was alone.
She walked along the path passing a profusion of wild flowers; blooms of every form, aroma and hue. Furry black and yellow bumble bees were busily at work upon the flowers; making the flower heads bow to her as they landed upon them. She paused and imagined herself an elf-queen with the forest creatures paying her homage and seeking her protection.
She reached the stone wall at the cliff’s edge and peered down. There, for an instant, she saw Carlo’s tanned legs and pale buttocks framed by the turquoise water before he disappeared under the surface. She noticed that he had left the basket next to his towel on the beach and she now waited for him to surface. After several seconds he did so with something brown and bristly on the end of the tongs. He swam strongly to shore; muscles working in perfect rhythm; propelling his body smoothly through the water. Watching from high above, she found this a beautiful picture and a good way to remember him once he had gone. He repeated his task several times; often returning with two of the brown bristly things. Soon the little basket was full. He dried himself, wound the towel around his loins then picked up the basket and proceeded up the stairs. At the top she greeted him with a quizzical look. He smiled broadly and presented the basket to her as though she were an empress and he - one of her lowliest vassals.
“See – oorchins!”
She took the basket from him and stared at the hapless sea creatures. The urchins’ spines; moved slowly and with perplexity as they found themselves unaccountably out of water. They had seemed brown from a distance but were in fact a variety of colours; ranging from purple to a muted green. Instinctively Carlo took the basket back and said reassuringly,
“Many, many out there. For you, I cook beautiful dish for lunch, buonissimo, called the fettuccini con ricci di mare. My mamma teach me this - huh.”
She smiled, “Grazi mio bello.”
They had a long breakfast at which little was said. Claudia looked into Carlo’s eyes as though she were about to lose a friend that she had known for years and, as he looked up at her, it was plain to see that he was doing his best to hide his own regret behind his easy smile. They swapped phone numbers and e-mail addresses and he told her that he needed to spend the evening in Agrigento with his mother. Claudia understood of course, she nodded and glanced at the wall clock. Lunch was still a good four hours away.
She waited until he had taken the last sip of his espresso then took the cup from his hand. She sat on his lap facing him and took hold of his head with both hands. One look from her bewitching eyes was all it took and he was her slave once more. With a deep sigh she kissed him as Carlo grasped her firmly by the hips. Claudia wasted no time in dipping her tongue into his mouth and sucking upon his lips; lips made doubly delicious by the aftertaste of the strong, bitter coffee they had just shared. She immediately noticed the aroma of the sea clinging to Carlo’s skin. Its effect on her was magical and brought to mind all the things in which she delighted and all the things that aroused her. Now she gripped the back of his head and moaned as she drank in all his manliness. He still only wore his beach towel so Claudia struggled to rid herself of her tee and of her skirt. Once the former lay discarded, Carlo swiftly unzipped the skirt and Claudia wriggled out of it. Around her neck she wore a long, finely beaded necklace that had belonged to Eleanora; it was an Egyptian influenced piece from the 1920s and she loved the way its cool smoothness now tickled her breasts as it swung between them.
She reached down and pulled the towel loose from around Carlo’s loins and repositioned herself upon his lap. In no time at all she could feel his cock beginning to stir as her ass, thighs and the lips of her pussy pressed against it in turn. Carlo ran his palms up and down her sides and across her breasts as she continued to kiss him. Her passion as always, was unrelenting but now it was made even more intense by the thought that they would soon be apart,
“I’ll give you something to remember me by,” she thought as her lips ground harder against his and her head swayed from side to side with growing abandon.
Carlo too keenly felt an urgency which made him caress as much of her body as he could. This was the incomparable goddess of his dreams, the seductive sorceress of his wildest imaginings, the woman to make all his fantasies blossom into reality. To have found her and not fully partaken of her would be a greater sin than any he could think of.
She kissed his neck and gently bit his throat; producing deep sighs and groans from him. Her hand reached down and took hold of his cock. As always, her grasp was firm and purposeful; she expected results and got them. Now she peeled back his foreskin; causing him to moan with delight. She looked deep into his eyes; savouring the growing lust on his face. She bit her bottom lip teasingly and massaged his shaft right from the tip down to its base; rubbing it harder and harder until his balls tightened and his shaft arched towards his chest. Once she was satisfied with her work Claudia pushed back her hair so that Carlo could see exactly what she was going to do to him. Then she slowly lowered her lips onto his cock. She could taste the salt of the sea upon him and the sensation of his pump, pink head rubbing against her cheeks, on her tongue and against the roof of her mouth, soon made her loose all sense of time and place. She entered a transcendental, meditative state where the only realities were Carlo’s body and her need to give it pleasure.
Carlo gripped the edge of the table as he felt Claudia’s saliva moisten his balls. His cock grew harder and harder as her mouth stimulated every last inch of it. In the pure morning light, he looked at her hair as it shook and shimmered with every bob of her head, he marveled at her long black lashes; like butterfly’s wings and he stared in awe at her face. She was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and the strange house she lived in somehow suited her. The one was as ethereal and mysterious as the other.
With one last, long thrust of her mouth Claudia looked up, she smiled and stood. She then pushed Carlo gently back against the table and put her foot up on the edge of the chair. His lips were now inches away from her already slick and dripping pussy. Wasting no time, Carlo put his hands on her hips and brought his lips up to her pussy. His tongue flicked over her labia; tasting her rich, heady aroma and the salty sweetness that he loved. He parted her lips with his tongue and licked her with long, lazy strokes, then in zigzags; increasing the pressure each time. Claudia, as always, was swift to respond; gripping his hair and pressing his tongue between the folds of her pussy as though she were pressing a violet between the pages of a book. This too was to her a precious keepsake; a memento to remember him by – the luxurious sensation of his mouth on her pussy.
Carlo now parted her lips with both his hands and found the object of his deepest desires. Claudia’s clit was the epicenter of his world at that very moment and he devoted his full attention to it. Up, down, in tight circles and slow meanders, he tickled and savoured its smooth silkiness for what seemed like a blissful eternity. The effect on Claudia was intense; she moaned and sighed then called his name so loudly that the birds upon the trees outside took note. All the time she ground her pussy against his lips and tongue; wetting his cheeks and chin with her salty dew. Carlo now spread her pussy wide open; letting his tongue darted in as far as it could venture. Her aroma and the superb, smoothness of her skin made his mouth tingle and he licked her with relish. Soon Claudia arched her back and swept her hair aside. Her long nails dug into the flesh of Carlo’s shoulder and her palms pressed his muscles. She came in wave after wave of the most exquisite pleasure; mouth open and watering, eyes rolled back and her entire body bathed in euphoric bliss.
She melted into his arms; sitting on his lap with his cock nested snugly between her thighs. His eyes followed the long sensuous lines of her legs; from her delicately round hips to long, tanned thighs and muscular calves and finally, to her delicate feet. In his mind he heard music again but this time it was a rondo of the sumptuous symphony that was Claudia Incarnata.
Still breathing deeply, she turned and kissed him delicately; rubbing his shoulders and pressing her breasts against his chest. With her head on his shoulder, she kissed his ear and ran her tongue down his neck. After a moment he held her and stood up. She smiled and lay down upon the table. Carlo quickly removed the remains of their breakfast as Claudia lay down on the wood. She liked lying on a hard surface; there was something primal about it and she loved the idea of fucking whenever and wherever the mood suited.
She looked up at Carlo and licked her lips; raising her legs as he approached her and resting them on his shoulders. He was still more than hard enough, and now he gripped his cock and rubbed its head teasingly up and down Claudia’s slit.