still asleep when Sebastian arrived with a breakfast tray: scrambled eggs, bacon, hot coffee, a bowl of preserved peaches, a stack of buttered toast. He awakened her with a brief kiss on the cheek, arranged the tray and then, dropping his robe, carefully slipped into bed next to her.
He poured the coffee, hers black, his half coffee and half hot milk.
Eden watched how adroitly he managed the two liquids at the same time: the stream of black and white as they merged in the bottom of the cup. ‘I’d forgotten that you take your breakfast coffee like a Frenchman,’ she told him.
‘But I had not forgotten you take yours black. Why would you remember? It’s not as if we had that many breakfasts together. You were always afraid to stay the night. I never could understand that. An adventurer in all things erotic with me but unable to walk from my house in daylight.’
‘Quite simple. I didn’t want the island to know I was another sexual notch on your belt.’
‘But that wasn’t the case with Garfield.’
‘No. Well, he and I were in love. That’s quite a different thing,’ Eden told Sebastian as she forked scrambled egg into her mouth.
‘I was in lust for you and that’s another kind of love. My “in lust” is in its way as powerful as the love you sought with Garfield. Just different. Last night is a case in point. While we were in the throes of intense erotic pleasure, you were the only woman in the world for me. At that moment we shared a love as pure as any youever had with another man. I have no doubt about that whether you want to admit it or not. It’s true.
‘For a few hours, I was the only man, the only love, you wanted. The kind of sex we had is everything because I know how to reach down to the basic instinct in a woman where it all begins and ends. For a few hours together we made the entire world, with all its goodness, its badness, its emotional domination of our lives, fall away. What other act can do that and also give such pleasure, transform the here and now into another dimension where one can live in pure ecstasy, sheer bliss, with no strings attached?’
Eden watched Sebastian raise his coffee cup to his lips and sip as he looked over its rim into her eyes. He was right, of course, and his words and the fact that she believed them quite surprised her. For all the years she had known him she had never given him credit for understanding his own voracious appetite for sex, the compulsive need to fuck every desirable woman who appeared before him. Had she been such a hypocrite as to believe she had not used him as a stud herself? Most of the women she knew who had been to bed with Sebastian had done the same after all. But what of the many who’d labelled their lust for him love?
A question ran through Eden’s mind as she accepted a peach half off the silver spoon Sebastian was feeding her from. The flavour burst like a sparkling firework in her mouth and her taste buds ran wild with pleasure, distracting her from wondering if it was possible that all those years with Garfield had been spent in love as justification for lust, for her own need to love and be loved at any price? It didn’t bear thinking of. Whatever it was, it was in the past and no longer mattered. Eden was in search of life and the present. As Sebastian caressed her breasts and offered her her cup of coffee, she was aware that he was never going to be a part of her life in any way other than a source of sex when she was available and he wanted her. Sebastian did wonders for her ego and her invisibility but he was not what she was looking for, though he made a good beginning.
It was as if he’d been reading her mind when he asked, ‘What are you looking for, Eden? Why are you here?’
Sebastian had never been the sort of man Eden would confidein and so it surprised her when she told him about the crisis she was going through. She followed it up with her story of the stranger in the tea room. Sebastian’s reaction
He poured the coffee, hers black, his half coffee and half hot milk.
Eden watched how adroitly he managed the two liquids at the same time: the stream of black and white as they merged in the bottom of the cup. ‘I’d forgotten that you take your breakfast coffee like a Frenchman,’ she told him.
‘But I had not forgotten you take yours black. Why would you remember? It’s not as if we had that many breakfasts together. You were always afraid to stay the night. I never could understand that. An adventurer in all things erotic with me but unable to walk from my house in daylight.’
‘Quite simple. I didn’t want the island to know I was another sexual notch on your belt.’
‘But that wasn’t the case with Garfield.’
‘No. Well, he and I were in love. That’s quite a different thing,’ Eden told Sebastian as she forked scrambled egg into her mouth.
‘I was in lust for you and that’s another kind of love. My “in lust” is in its way as powerful as the love you sought with Garfield. Just different. Last night is a case in point. While we were in the throes of intense erotic pleasure, you were the only woman in the world for me. At that moment we shared a love as pure as any youever had with another man. I have no doubt about that whether you want to admit it or not. It’s true.
‘For a few hours, I was the only man, the only love, you wanted. The kind of sex we had is everything because I know how to reach down to the basic instinct in a woman where it all begins and ends. For a few hours together we made the entire world, with all its goodness, its badness, its emotional domination of our lives, fall away. What other act can do that and also give such pleasure, transform the here and now into another dimension where one can live in pure ecstasy, sheer bliss, with no strings attached?’
Eden watched Sebastian raise his coffee cup to his lips and sip as he looked over its rim into her eyes. He was right, of course, and his words and the fact that she believed them quite surprised her. For all the years she had known him she had never given him credit for understanding his own voracious appetite for sex, the compulsive need to fuck every desirable woman who appeared before him. Had she been such a hypocrite as to believe she had not used him as a stud herself? Most of the women she knew who had been to bed with Sebastian had done the same after all. But what of the many who’d labelled their lust for him love?
A question ran through Eden’s mind as she accepted a peach half off the silver spoon Sebastian was feeding her from. The flavour burst like a sparkling firework in her mouth and her taste buds ran wild with pleasure, distracting her from wondering if it was possible that all those years with Garfield had been spent in love as justification for lust, for her own need to love and be loved at any price? It didn’t bear thinking of. Whatever it was, it was in the past and no longer mattered. Eden was in search of life and the present. As Sebastian caressed her breasts and offered her her cup of coffee, she was aware that he was never going to be a part of her life in any way other than a source of sex when she was available and he wanted her. Sebastian did wonders for her ego and her invisibility but he was not what she was looking for, though he made a good beginning.
It was as if he’d been reading her mind when he asked, ‘What are you looking for, Eden? Why are you here?’
Sebastian had never been the sort of man Eden would confidein and so it surprised her when she told him about the crisis she was going through. She followed it up with her story of the stranger in the tea room. Sebastian’s reaction
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