Tarot Card Anthology: Synchronicity Volume 1

by Tina Bendoni, Michelle Hasker

  He ignored her pleas for mercy as one hand worked its way to her pussy and he pushed a finger into her tight vagina. Eagerly her body sucked it in, as well as the two that followed it. Michael rolled his head back, watching her as he wiggled his fingers inside her, turning, twisting and thrusting his hand, her hips once again answering his movements.

  "You sure you want me to stop, beautiful? ‘Cause I don't want to stop. I'm not finished with you. Not by a long shot.” He turned his hand so his palm faced upward and made a ‘come here’ gesture with two of the fingers inside her.

  The tension began to build again at his gentle strokes. Slowly this time, but somehow sharper, deeper. Linda felt her whole body prepare for the release he was about to give her. Her breathing came in short, excited gasps, already ragged from her previous orgasm.

  "Mi-Mi-Micheal.” She couldn't get his name out in one breath. “Oh. My. God!"

  He dove his head down back to her clit sucking it sharply and hard as with one last stroke he sent her over the edge again, and again, and yet again. Her entire body thrashed, rising off the bed as she came harder than the last time, before crashing down into oblivion.

  Linda opened her eyes to Michael's head resting on her stomach, his face turned to her with a smile.

  "Welcome back."

  "Oh my God. Did I really pass out?"

  "Only for a few seconds."

  She brought her hands up to her face. “Oh, God. I am so sorry."

  Michael laughed. “Sorry? Woman, that was the best compliment I have ever received. Thank you."

  A giggle escaped her lips as she thought about what he said. “I think I should be the one saying thank you."

  He turned his head to lay one more kiss on her mound before moving up to pull her hands away from her face and bend down slowly to lay a kiss on her lips. “My pleasure."

  The kiss started out gentle but quickly grew in intensity, the flame, temporarily banked, roared back to life with a vengeance.

  She probed his mouth this time, her tongue begging for admittance. His tongue met hers, stroking it as his hands once again moved to stroke her body.

  She wanted him inside her, deep inside her. Reaching for his hips, she pulled at him, telling him without words where she wanted him.

  "Are you sure you're ready?"

  "If I was any more ready, I would pass out again, now dammit, finish the job."

  The beautiful sound of his laughter met her as he kissed her once again before getting off the bed to search for his suit coat. After ripping open the foil package, he climbed back on the bed and positioned himself between her legs. He reached down with one hand to stroke her once, twice more, separating her lips as he slowly pushed his way inside.

  She was tight. Very tight, and he was big, but felt so good. He stopped with little but the tip inside and she moved, her hands grabbing his hips to pull him forward.

  "Hold on, beautiful. I want to do this right."

  Right? He wanted to do it right? How the hell could he do it wrong?

  He took a deep breath and bent down to hold her, hooking his arms under and around her shoulders as he pushed forward, sliding slowly into her, until there wasn't anywhere else to go.

  God, he is big. She could feel him inside her, filling her completely, stretching her body. And he felt so good.

  He lay there, holding her tight, leaning on his elbows, not moving. She realized she could happily fall asleep with him seated inside her like this. She felt complete.

  Slowly he started to move. Linda had thought she was finished for the night. She'd never had such intense orgasms, or so many in one night. Apparently, she was wrong.

  The tension started to build immediately as he moved inside her, speeding up, thrusting harder into her, pushing her closer and closer.

  "Oh, beautiful, I'm not gonna last long. You are so tight, and still pulsing."

  He was right, she could feel her vaginal walls contracting and releasing rapidly around him. Despite everything, her body still hadn't come down from her last set of climaxes, and now was climbing back up. Forget her kegels, she didn't need them tonight.

  He held her closer, pulling himself tighter, deeper into her, faster. Her legs lifted up, her hips meeting his every thrust. Oh God. It wasn't possible, but she could feel it coming again, another one. Quickly, before she could even tell him, once again, her body exploded as fireworks went off in her brain.

  "Oh, yes. Beautiful, yes!” With one final thrust, he pushed himself as far into her as he could go, and he, too found his release.

  * * * *

  "Good morning."

  "Morning."

  "How are you feeling?” Linda asked hesitantly. She couldn't believe what had happened last night and was afraid he would regret it. Although it hadn't been a one-time event. She thought they'd finally passed out after the third time of the night.

  "Wonderful. Thank you. Last night was incredible."

  She turned away, blushing. His hand snaked around her chin to pull her to face him again.

  "How can you doubt me after last night?"

  Her eyes downcast, she answered softly, “It's not that I doubt you."

  "You doubt yourself."

  She nodded, unsure how to answer him.

  "I guess I'll just have to try to work my hardest to convince you how I feel.” He kissed her hard before she could respond or even think about feelings. Everything was moving too quickly. It was too scary.

  "Now I have some shopping to do today. Would you like to join me?"

  "Shopping? Isn't that my line?"

  "Please tell me you aren't one of those females who hate shopping?"

  "Are you one of those men who love to shop?"

  "I actually have been known to enjoy the day at a shopping center. How about you? Up for joining me?"

  Linda laughed. “That depends, what are you shopping for?"

  "Mostly souvenirs for my mother and sister. My niece and nephew, too."

  "Anywhere in particular?"

  "Probably here at the Forum shops. I know my nephew Jack would get a kick out of a sword, and I can either find one downstairs in the Roman type kid stuff or over at Excalibur. Everyone else, I know I can find something for them here."

  "Okay. Sounds like fun."

  "Great. Let me head back to my room, and I will meet you back here in about an hour? We can go get a late breakfast before we start hitting the pavement."

  * * * *

  "What do you think?” Michael asked as he help up a light blue t-shirt with “Goddess in Training” emblazoned across the front of it in glitter.

  "How old is she again?"

  "Twelve."

  "And her mother won't be offended?"

  "Oh, heck, no."

  "Then I think it's perfect."

  As Michael went to pay for the shirt, Linda's attention was pulled by a dress in a window across the way.

  A dark shimmery purple gown draped the mannequin in the window.

  "Come on.” She felt Michael tug at her hand. Turning, she pulled her attention from the dress only to realize he was pulling her toward the shop.

  "Where are we going?"

  "I want to see that on you.” He gestured with his chin toward the dress she'd been admiring.

  "What are you talking about?” She was not going to try on a dress in front of him. He may have seen her naked, but he wasn't going to see that.

  "That color will go perfectly with your skin tone and hair."

  "Michael, I can't wear that."

  "Yes, you can. And you will."

  She tried to drag her heels, to keep him from pulling her into the dress shop, but he wouldn't give in and managed to get her in the door.

  Immediately upon their walking in, a saleswoman approached them, preventing Linda from turning and walking right out.

  "Good afternoon. How can I help you?” She was bright and cheerful, eager to please.

  "We want to see that purple dress in the window, please."

 
; Linda pulled Michael to her, whispering, “Michael, they probably don't even have my size."

  The saleslady's smile never wavered as she looked Linda over. “If the lady would follow me, I would love to help her."

  Michael pushed Linda forward with a kiss after taking the packages she held in her hand. Unsure of what else she could do, Linda followed the clerk, sure that once they got back to the fitting area they would realize there was no way in hell she would fit into a dress sold at this store.

  * * * *

  "Well?” Linda stood in front of Michael, who was sitting in a chair in the fitting area of the upscale shop. He wasn't saying anything, and she became nervous.

  She had been surprised when the saleslady had assured her that they did indeed carry Linda's size, and even suggested she go down one after trying the first one on. Linda thought the dress absolutely perfect. It draped her body like a dream. It hid everything she would want it to hide, and accentuated everything she was proud to show off.

  The fabric fell in folds down her body, leaving her back bare and presenting a plunged neckline with a modified halter-style top. There was a bra built in that provided just the right amount of support, allowing her to go braless in a formal gown for the first time in her life. It gave her a sense of liberation that was unexpected. She felt free and extra pretty in it. She decided that no matter what the dress cost, she would buy it, even if she had to wear it to every formal gathering she went to for the next ten years.

  The saleslady had given her a pair of heels to wear that were made for the dress, and together, they were perfect.

  "We'll take it.” Michael's voice was husky as he rose gracefully from his chair and approached her. His eyes shone with unmistakable desire. “I knew you were beautiful, but you look exquisite in this dress. Would you please wear it to dinner for me tonight?"

  Linda was speechless and just nodded her head.

  His eyes never left hers as he brought her hands up to kiss first one, then the other before meeting her lips with his in a kiss that made her toes curl. Energy shot through her body, centering on her pussy as she instantly moistened in remembrance of the loving of last night. Her limbs tingled as tiny goose bumps formed over her skin.

  He released her and whispered, “Thank you."

  By the time Linda was out of the changing room, Michael was waiting for her at the register. The saleslady had already put the dress and shoes into a garment bag for purchase.

  "I'll make sure this is sent to your room immediately, ma'am."

  Linda paused in her attempt to get her credit card out of her purse. “But how...” Her voice trailed off as the woman turned away to hand the dress to a delivery person waiting. Suspicious, Linda turned to Michael.

  "I wanted to get it for you,” he said as he reached for her, and started to lead her out of the shop.

  "No.” She stopped short.

  "Sorry, it's already done, and the dress is gone.” He continued walking, his arm around her waist. She had two options: either walk with him, or be pulled along like a child. She chose the former.

  "Michael, you are not going to buy me that dress."

  "Linda, I already did."

  The dress cost a small fortune. There was no way in hell she would let him pay for it. It just wasn't right.

  "Look.” Michael stopped outside the shop to turn and addressed her gently. “I am the one who made you try it on. I am the one who thinks it looks gorgeous on you. And I am the one who wants to take you to dinner and dancing tonight with you wearing it."

  She opened her mouth to protest further, but he lay a finger across her lips before she could say anything.

  "No, I do not think you incapable of paying for it. No, I have no ulterior motive for buying it. And no, you are not going to bring it back. Please, Linda, let me do this for you. It isn't a big deal, and it brings both of us pleasure."

  He wrapped his arms around her with that and pulled her tight into him. “I want to give you pleasure any way I can. And if convincing you to wear a dress that gets me hard just thinking about what you looked like in the dressing room,” he pulled her hips against his, leaving her in no doubt about his reaction, “brings you pleasure, then I want you, no, I need you to have it."

  Linda wanted to protest. That dress cost too much for someone else to buy, never mind tossing in the shoes. And it wasn't like she couldn't afford it. It would have been a stretch, but that's what credit cards were for, right?

  Does he think he can buy my sexual favors with it? Linda snorted silently at herself. One, she wasn't someone anyone had ever made an effort to buy sexual favors from. And two, she'd already given him that if sex was all he was interested in. He didn't have to drape her with lavish gifts.

  Just take the gift, Linda. Take it and enjoy it. You know you want it, so stop being a prissy fool and take it. Hell, dinner last night practically cost more than the dress did. Resigned, Linda jerked her head in a nod. “Okay. But no more gifts."

  Michael made a noncommittal sound deep in his throat, then he bestowed a peck on her lips before moving back to hold her waist as they continued walking down the faux ancient street.

  * * * *

  Once again, dinner was at one of the exquisite restaurants that had popped up in Vegas over the last fifteen years. But Linda couldn't remember what she ate for the life of her. All she remembered was Michael. The way his eyes burned with desire every time they met hers.

  She'd never felt so cherished or desired in her life. She barely remembered agreeing to his suggestion they hit a lounge for some dancing afterwards, just that he said he wanted to hold her tonight.

  The heat of his hand against her bare back sent sparks through her body, heating her to boiling. She wanted him so badly she could taste it. Enough dancing, what she wanted was something more private.

  He must have been feeling the same, because without a word, he took her hand and led her to the elevator. He turned to look at her before he pressed the floor button, and she nodded quickly, letting him know it was still what she wanted.

  Last night they had made love in her room, tonight he was taking her to his suite. It fit in with her plans. She wanted tonight to be perfect.

  He opened the door to his suite and she preceded him in.

  "Wow. Pretty nice.” She walked through the main room of the suite to the large French doors leading out to the balcony. He had a perfect view of the strip. Bally's and Paris were across and down the street and she thought she could even see the Bellagio fountains from his window.

  She heard him close and lock the door, and take a few steps before stopping. Turning, she saw him leaning against a wall, eyeing her like a little boy would eye a lollipop.

  "Come here."

  Suddenly nervous, Linda shook her head, biting her lower lip.

  "Come here, beautiful.” His voice grew firmer and she felt herself moving toward him.

  He grasped her hands, and led her to another door. He opened it and she saw one of the bathrooms Caesar's was famous for. Marble, gold and mirrors. Lots of mirrors.

  After the mirrors her attention was immediately drawn to the large, oversized tub that looked like it could fit four.

  She watched in the mirror as Michael pulled her further into the bathroom, letting go of her hands as she stood in the middle of the floor. He walked over to the tub and turned the faucets on full, dumped some lotion into the tub, and then came back to her.

  "I want to bathe you like the goddess you are."

  "Michael—"

  "Shh. Please.” He reached for her, his hands cupping behind her neck and pulling her in for a searing kiss. His kisses always started so gentle, but wrought such passion in her that they never stayed that way for long. Before they could build more passion, he pulled back and turned her around.

  She saw herself in the mirror, Michael standing behind her. His eyes met hers in the mirror as he opened the fastening of her dress behind her neck. The halter-type top slid down the front of her body, his hands
following the material and catching her breasts as they were set free.

  He pulled her back into him, massaging her large breasts with his hands. The stark white of her untouched skin contrasted sharply with his suntanned fingers, and her nipples shone like beacons. Taking both nipples between thumbs and forefingers he gently twisted them until she gasped, liquid flooding between her legs.

  Her face was flushed with desire, her skin a rosier shade than normal, and her head was back against his shoulder. He made an appreciative sound in the back of his throat as his hands moved down to her hips to unzip the side closure that prevented the dress from falling to the floor.

  She moved her hands to cover herself, but he grabbed her arms and pulled them back down. “Unh uh. I didn't get to see last night. Tonight I do. No more hiding, my love."

  His hands moved back down to her zipper and slowly the dress slid to the floor. She was wearing nothing but black panties, thigh-high stockings and the four-inch heels that went with the dress. Her hair was still piled on top of her head with a few ringlets tumbling down.

  "Beautiful.” It was all he said after a few moments of gazing at her body through the mirror. And after the last couple days with him, she was finally beginning to believe that in his eyes, maybe she was.

  He turned her around to face him, and then knelt in front of her. Planting a kiss on her mound, he took her hands and placed them on his shoulders before slowly removing first one shoe, and then the other. Then he rolled the nylons down, one at a time, kissing and licking every inch of skin he bared.

  By the time he was done, her panties were soaked, and she was panting with need. He reached up for her panties, and slid them down, planting one gentle kiss on her pubic mound before stripping them off her entirely.

  "Into the tub, my love."

  Michael held her hand as she climbed into the tub. The temperature was perfect and the bubbles smelled like jasmine. She watched as he quickly stripped before joining her.

  Shutting the faucets off, he moved behind her, and sat down so she was straddled between his legs. He reached for a cloth, and soaped it up before bringing it to her shoulders.