Kendra's on the rumpled red bed, her body a convulsed comma. Ray's standing spraddle-legged above her, dripping wax from a black candle up her flanks and over the dragon emblazoned on her side. Huge breasts overflowing the corset, a ragged hard nipple grazing the sheet.
"Say the word," Ray says, "and it can all be over." Kendra turns her face up to him. Paint-brown eye shadow smudged on her cheek. A pillow line. A sly smile.
"No," she says.
"All right." He slaps her ass with one hand, and the sound reverberates in the quiet room.
"Be careful," Kendra says. "Shh." He can see the deep curve of her ass into her thigh. He drips wax there and she breathes deeply.
"Roll over," Ray says. Kendra does, and her breasts fall from the corset sideways. Ray drips wax first on one nipple, then the other. Kendra's touching herself now, legs spread. She shimmies out from her panties and Ray comes to her, holding himself up with one hand as he drips wax on her bare mound.
"Like that," she says. "Slower. Yes." Ray blows the candle out and puts it down on the floor. "That's right. Fuck that pussy." He has his hand at her throat now, cutting her air off just slightly. The bed begins to shake as Kendra thrusts against him, at their connection. Ray's not saying anything now, concentrating on her, looking into her eyes for something, but then Kendra closes them as if she doesn't want him to see, and their rhythm goes stronger.
"Oh baby," Ray says.
"Yeah," Kendra grunts back at him, "yeah" she says, and slaps him in the face as he's fucking her. Ray closes his eyes for a moment then comes back. He can hear the beginnings of a sound from Kendra, that sound. The room seems to fill with it. "Oh shit," Kendra says. She pushes Ray off her. He flops to the side of the bed, breathing heavily, and Kendra walks to the corner of the room, picking wax from her breasts, walks to a small crib. The cry gets stronger, and Kendra picks up her baby, flicks another bit of wax from her nipple, holds the baby to her breast with one arm and pushes her sweat-thick hair from her face with the other. "Oh," she says. "Is the baby hungry?" Ray watches the whir of the ceiling fan, and the baby eats and eats as if she's never eaten before and never will again.