by Marilyn Lee
She swam underwater for half the length of the pool. As her head broke the surface of the water, a pleasant tingle danced down her back. She looked up.
A tall, well-built man with dark skin and the most incredibly piercing and compelling hazel eyes stared at her from the other side of the Olympic-sized pool. She gave him a quick, furtive look. Unlike most of the other men present, he wore a pair of modest swimming trunks that provided no hint to the size of his cock. But talk about eye candy. He was big and muscular with broad shoulders, a deep chest, and long, athletic-looking legs. Physically he was as impressive as Aleksander.
Meeting his gaze, she experienced a sensation of tumbling head over heels within their bottomless depth. Strangely enough, the fall felt familiar, as if she’d willingly taken the tumble on previous occasions. Why did staring into his eyes feel like arriving home after a long, dangerous journey?
He smiled, revealing even, white teeth. A powerful swell of heat rushing through her left her feeling almost feverish. Primordial passions assailed her senses. A need to totally surrender herself to him in an intimate and joyful dance of love and desire overwhelmed her. They had shared the mating dance many times in the past. Finally they would do so again.
Moving with the grace of a big predatory cat, he stalked toward her.
Still in the water, she gazed up at him, lost in a wondrous feeling of rediscovery she couldn’t explain or deny. They’d never met, yet she’d waited several lifetimes to meet him again.
He extended both hands.
The long wait had ended. The pain and heartache were over. They were together again at last.
“Finally,” Erin said with a smile. “Hello.” She extended her arms.
“At last, my love…my sheenea…my reason for existing.” He leaned down and lifted her out of the pool as easily as Aleksander had picked her up earlier that day. At least she thought that scene with Aleksander had happened earlier that day.
He hugged her close.
She felt the strong beat of his heart against her body. That too felt familiar.
“I’ve waited such a long time to see you again like this, my lovely one.”
He spoke in a deep, warm baritone that touched the endless, aching pain she’d striven to bury deep inside. She felt it loosen and slowly unravel, freeing a part of her emotions and passions she had kept a tight rein on for far too long.
She nodded. “We’re together again. I knew we would be one day.”
“Yes, my lovely one.” He tightened his arms. “But our time together is limited. So we must not waste it.”
She reminded herself that they’d never met. She wouldn’t have forgotten this handsome, breathtaking male. Like Aleksander, he was the kind of man that, once seen, was never forgotten.
She wasn’t sure whom he was mistaking her for, but she planned to take advantage of his mistake.
“There’s no mistake.”
She looked up at him. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Share the drink of love and desire with me again.” He released her and lifted his left hand.
She blinked, staring at the tall, frosted glass he held. Where had that come from?
“Does it matter? Does anything matter except that we’re together again?”
She responded from a well of emotion. “No.”
He took a long sip from the glass before he pressed it confidently against her lips. “Share the drink of love and desire with me.”
The drink of love and desire? She’d never wanted to be desired or loved more. She parted her lips and shivered with pleasure and anticipation as the cool, sweet nectar kissed her lips and tickled her tongue before sliding down to caress her throat with all the allure of a long-lost lover.
A hot, lusty ache gripped her.
“Dance with me, my lovely one.”
He spoke with the assurance of a man with the right to expect her immediate acquiescence.
She eagerly gave it. “Yes. Oh, yes.”
When he took her hand in his, she melted against him.
He embraced her.
Yes. Oh, yes. She closed her eyes and leaned closer.
Suddenly, the beat and tempo of the music playing in the background changed from a rather harsh sound that grated on her ears to a soft, sexy rhythm she felt from the top of her head down to her toes.
He slid his hands down to her waist.
She slipped her arms around his neck and moved her lower body against his in time to the music. Feeling the beat of the music in the pit of her belly, she sensuously thrust her hips from side to side, feeling her body come alive as her breasts brushed against his chest.
The last remnants of the inhibitions, which had shielded her most carnal needs and desires from all but her African prince and Aleksander, vanished. She ground herself against his groin, moaning softly in time with the music as she felt his cock awakening.
He slid his big hands down from her waist and back to cup over her nearly bare ass. Staring down into her eyes with flames of longing burning in his deep gaze, he rotated his powerful hips, grinding slowly against her.
She felt the hard contours of his cock taking shape against her body. Liquid need surged through her. The muscles in her stomach tightened. The ultimate dance of love and need was about to begin again.
He slipped a hand between their bodies.
She parted her legs.
He quickly and skillfully bared their genitals.
Erin bit her lip, thrusting her hips forward. She kept her eyes closed, in wanton anticipation of the delights to come.
Moments later, the feel of his long, hard, thick cock pressing against her body awakened long-buried memories of the sweet satisfaction of physical intimacy with him. She had to have him. She wiggled her body in an effort to maneuver his cock between her trembling thighs and into her body.
When she had managed to accomplish her goal, uncaring of the people surrounding them, she widened her stance. Closing her fingers over his tight buns, she thrust her hips forward.
Her wet folds were forced apart as she slowly impaled herself on him. Nice. So damned nice. She sighed softly. Each inch of his hot, slick shaft generated a level of exquisite pleasure she knew would soon consume them both, as it always had.
He allowed her to control his entry into her body.
She kept her slide along him slow so she could prolong the ecstatic joy until his pubic hair brushed against hers. She rotated her hips to force the last inch of him deep inside her pussy. No, not her pussy. His pussy. Every part of her body belonged to him—just as it always had.
She felt a moment of confusion as a picture of Aleksander imposed itself on her closed lids. She dismissed it. This was her time with him. Thoughts of Aleksander were inappropriate.
“Yes, my lovely one. Think only of me and the bliss we are about to enjoy and share.”
“Take me,” she whispered.
When he didn’t immediately begin moving inside her, she nibbled at his shoulder and greedily began to fuck herself on his dark, silken flesh. The pleasure that radiated out from her pussy as she rode his big cock was profoundly intense. She suspected her long-held feelings for him were largely responsible for the increased intensity of her physical and emotional response to sex with him.
For a delicious few moments, he allowed her to control the momentum of their dance of love. Then he groaned suddenly and lifted her off her feet. Maintaining the sweet, addictive rhythm of their joined genitals, she wrapped her legs and arms around his body. Waves of pleasure buffeted and then surrounded her.
Cupping her ass in his big palms, he began rapidly walking away from the party toward the surrounding woods. Afraid Erica would object and interrupt them, Erin glanced around his shoulder.
Erica and Terrale danced slow and close together, gazing into each other’s eyes. Strangely enough, neither of them or anyone else seemed to think it strange that Erin and the handsome stranger were having sex in public.
Sighing with pleasure, Erin laid her
cheek against his shoulder and resumed her greedy assault on his wonderful shaft. Every time she slid her pussy over his hard, thick length so that her pubic hair meshed with his, a feeling of great joy and homecoming washed over her. Somewhere…somehow, they had danced this sensual and erotic dance of love many times before.
It seemed appropriate that no one else at the party should be able to intrude on their blissful reunion.
He carried her into the woods several hundred yards from the pool. The sound of their hearts beating as one intoxicated her senses until she felt lost in a tangle of wondrous emotions.
He knelt, still buried deep inside her aching, bucking body. Settling them on their butts so that they faced each other, with his hard legs between her thighs, he slowly removed her bikini top.
At the sight of her bare breasts, he released a soft sigh. “You are even more lovely than I remembered.” He tenderly caressed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers until they pebbled. “So dark…so lush and so lovely. Seeing you like this again makes me very thankful. I’m not sure if this is real…if you’re really here.”
She wasn’t sure it was real either, but it felt real. “I’m yours…only yours.”
“Only mine?” He frowned, his hands stilling on her breasts.
She dismissed a guilty thought of the emotions Aleksander had evoked. “Only yours,” she promised.
“Think only of me.”
“Only of you.” She rocked herself on him in time to the inner music burning in her soul. Feeling fire spread through her, she fucked him long and hard, driving his thick cock, glistening with her lustful juices, deep into her hot, quivering pussy again and again. The pleasure built inside her as the crescendo of her soul music soared. She rose with it, fucking harder and deeper with a desperate hunger she could no longer control. She arched into him, gasping as a powerful, blissful orgasm washed over her with the force of a sensual tidal wave. Trembling with delight, she sobbed against his chest.
He held her close, stroking her shoulders and back.
She slumped against him as she savored the last delicious embers of her climax.
Still hard and hot, his cock rested in her drenched channel. He tipped up her chin with a long, caressing finger. “Open your eyes, my love, and watch as I fill you with my healing seed.”
She opened her eyes and looked up into the warm gaze she had long missed.
He smiled down at her. “Hold me in your arms and your pussy as I come.”
“Gladly.” Trailing the tips of her nails over his chest to his shoulders, she held him. She uttered a soft sigh of pleasure when he began to move deep inside her.
He shoved his hips forward forcefully, shooting his burning shaft into the depths of the pussy that welcomed it and him joyfully home. His eyes blazing like twin flames, he pulled his cock out of her, allowing only the big head to linger at the mouth of her vagina, and then he shot his hips forward, impaling her again on his entire length with one delicious thrust.
She shuddered and cried out.
Holding her ass in his palms, he repeated the luscious movement time and time again while staring down into her eyes.
Her passion ignited anew. She ached for him. Her belly tightened; her pussy burned. She cried out and came again. This climax was sweeter, because the emotional connection she felt with him did as much to trigger it as did the physical stimulation he provided.
As her second climax thundered through her, he eased her onto her back, rose above her, and propelled his cock roughly into her.
“Oh…oh. Oh, God!” She shuddered and tightened her vaginal muscles around him.
He called out her name, emptying his seed into her.
Still joined with her, he collapsed on top of her. His big body shook. His dark gaze glistened with tears that streamed down his face onto her body.
Clearly, he was as moved as she was. She held him. He whispered soft words of love and encouragement that she only half understood.
“It is all right, my love. You’ve found me and reclaimed me. We are together again at long last.”
“At long last?” He lifted his head and looked down at her. “Then you remember, my lovely one?”
Since she didn’t fully remember him, she hesitated. The words had felt right and had sprung from some wellspring of deep-seated need. She met his gaze. Seeing his need for her to remember, she nodded, unable to deny him anything he wanted.
A look of contentment settled over his handsome features. “Then it was all worth it—even for this short time together, my love.” Sighing, he buried his face against her neck.
She slipped her arms around him, feeling as if she’d finally located a beloved part of herself she’d thought lost forever.
Then, with him still inside her, she dozed…
Chapter Nine
Erin lay with her eyes closed, a smile curving her lips upward. A big, warm palm stroked downward from her breasts, over her belly, to cup between her thighs. She squeezed her legs tight, while slowly grinding herself against his hand.
The hand moved until she felt fingers slipping between her wet folds.
“Hmmm. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” she murmured. While she wasn’t sure she had the stamina to make love again, she savored the intimacy of his touch.
“Do you still want me, my sheenea?”
She frowned, uncertain why he felt driven to ask such a question. “Yes. Of course I do. I’ll always want you.”
“Even after you’ve been with him again?”
Even after you’ve been with him again? She knew Aleksander was the him in question. She couldn’t ignore the urgency of the question or the implications. She snapped open her eyes and bolted into a sitting position.
The wooded area had disappeared. She sat on a big bed that appeared to be located within a large white tent. Furnished much like a lush bedroom, the tent included a vanity and cream-colored furniture trimmed in gold with matching gold-shaded lamps on either side of the bed. Through the open bottom corners of the tent flaps, she could see what appeared to be an afternoon sun shining down on what looked like familiar blue sands.
Elusive memories of long nights spent lying on the cool sands, cradled in her lover’s arms teased her. She frowned. Which lover? And how did she know she was once again in the vast, ever-evolving Blue Desert?
“It’s been a long time since we were together here. Are you glad to be back?”
She dragged her gaze from the allure of the sands.
A nude Aleksander stood by the bed, staring down at her with a weary look in his silver eyes. “Sheenea?”
She blinked up at him, shaking her head. “What have you done, Aleksander? Why are we in the Blue Desert?”
“Doesn’t this place…our place…hold special memories for you as it does for me?”
The energy required to still the impulsive yes struggling for release strained her vocal cords. She swallowed and spoke quickly before her courage deserted her. “Send me back to him now. Please.”
She jumped as a sudden clap of thunder, accompanied by a flash of lightning, shattered the stillness of the quiet afternoon. Rain poured down in torrents.
He narrowed his gaze, which seemed to mirror the abrupt violence of the storm.
Certain he was the source of the storm, she shivered. “Stop the storm, Aleksander.”
“You want to go back to him?”
She hesitated. Part of her definitely wanted to go back to her lover at the pool party. Another part wanted to stay where she was with Aleksander.
He sat on the side of the bed, cupping a hand over her cheek. “Sheenea?”
She lowered her lids, her heart racing as she listened to the rain lashing the tent.
He slipped a hand under her chin and lifted it. “Did our time together mean nothing to you?”
The pain in his voice filled her with guilt. She kept her lids lowered, unable to meet the condemnation she knew she’d see in his gaze. She was certain he was but moments away from accus
ing her of betraying him. “You don’t understand,” she whispered.
“Explain it to me.”
How could she explain something she didn’t fully understand herself? Her conflicted feelings confused her. Her hunger for him was older and more enduring than her feelings for Aleksander. “Send me back to him now. Please.”
Aleksander sucked in a breath.
The fury of the storm increased. Bolts of lightning flashed; thunderclaps sounded with a deafening roar.
“Quiet the storm and send me back,” she pleaded.
He shot to his feet and silently crossed the tent. He ripped the flap back and walked out into the violent storm.
Erin closed her eyes and fell back against the bed. Tears welled in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Aleksander! Don’t leave angry with me. Please try to understand how I feel.
“There’s no need for tears, my love.”
The deep, comforting voice sounding over the elements didn’t belong to Aleksander.
Erin opened her eyes and sat up quickly. Her heart raced with joy and excitement as he, gloriously nude and aroused, his skin beaded with rain, strolled into the tent.
She gave a happy scream, scrambled off the bed, and rushed across the tent toward him.
He enclosed her in his embrace, and lifting her off her feet, he swung her around.
She slipped her arms around his body and clung to him tightly. “Don’t leave me again,” she pleaded.
When he didn’t respond, she lifted her head and met his dark gaze.
“Promise?”
He sighed and sat her on her feet.
“What’s wrong?”
He cast a quick glance over his shoulder out onto the desert where the storm still raged. “That’s not a promise I can keep.”
She parted her lips.
He shook his head and lifted her into his arms. “Let’s not waste too much time talking.”
She swallowed her protest as he carried her across the tent to the bed. He stretched her out on her back and joined her.
