Shards of Ecstasy

by TJ Michaels

  Whoa, what the hell was that? Hmm. Faison silently regarded the dark, almost smoky push against his mind. And not smoky as in “bar room smoky”, but more like “walking downhill in a pitch black sulfur and smoke filled tunnel with no light and no map” smoky.

  Enough. This was too freaky. Time to go. The gut-deep instinct to protect Dee from this guy almost overwhelmed him and Faison found himself acting on it without hesitation.

  “Well, how about I walk you to your car?” Faison asked.

  Relief didn’t begin to describe how he felt at Dee’s simple reply of, “Sure.”

  As they left the man behind arm in arm, a cloud of malintent seemed to accompany them, practically peeking over Faison’s shoulder to see what he and Dee were up to. It faded after a while and Dee’s warmth replaced the unease and sank through the fabric of Faison’s shirt and down into his pores. God it felt so right, as if she were supposed to be on his arm, supposed to be his. Just as it did whenever he was in her presence.

  Interesting. It wasn’t until they were down the block from the amphitheater that he realized his crystal had settled down to a comfortable warmth that seemed to reflect Dee’s mood, rather than the scalding surge of lust-inducing energy he’d experienced before. No doubt the lust was still there, but he was at least able to leash it a little bit.

  “So what about all the people expecting you at the after party?” she asked quietly, looking away from him and out toward the Sound. But she didn’t need to face him. The smile on her face was evident in her voice. Damn, she was beautiful.

  “It’s a PR thing. As long as the paparazzi get a few good pics of the goings-on, the marketing and public relations folks can handle it. I don’t have to be there.”

  “Oh.”

  “So, that walk to your car?”

  “Sure. Of course. But I actually didn’t drive. I live just up the beach a ways, remember? I was simply going to walk home but I didn’t want Devon to know that.”

  “Devon? Yeah I can see why. So, tell me a bit more about yourself. I hate to admit it but when I’m with you all I can think about is wrapping myself around you. Can’t quite do that while we’re walking down the street, so this is a good time to talk some more.”

  Dee lowered her head and there appeared that endearing blush visible underneath her dark skin, even in the moonlight. Made him think of sinnamon, uh, cinnamon. Amazing how the woman could be such a mix, a major firebrand who could skin and grin with the best executive, then be demanding in the bedroom, yet still a bit of a shy thing with the grace to blush when he spoke so boldly. He found himself eagerly anticipating which version of Dee would come out to play next. It was quite refreshing and no less endearing.

  Faison released her hand and instead pulled her in close to his body as they walked past the closed coffee shops with their muted neon signs. The evening was quiet except for the occasional scratch of sand in tires as cars left the venue and the quiet ripple of vinyl volleyball nets as the breeze passed through them.

  “So, spill,” Faison teased. “Tell me more about yourself.”

  “Well, I have three sisters. Not by blood but our bond is just as close.”

  “I remember you mentioned them. They called that first time I came by your house. You were wearing that cute little blue summer yukata, fresh out of the shower and—”

  “Anyway,” she interrupted with a chuckle and a blush, “my sisters are awesome.”

  “Did you grow up in the same household?”

  “Yep. We were in the same orphanage since as far back as I can remember.”

  “You grew up in an orphanage? For some reason I thought you were in a foster place?”

  “Yep. And I’m not offended that you sound so amazed. Most people don’t hear about orphanages these days. But at least we were in a private institution rather than shuffled from foster home to foster home as part of the State system. If that had happened I probably never would have met my sisters.”

  “No doubt. So do they live near here?”

  “No, unfortunately. Mem lives in North Carolina. She’s the oldest. I’m second in line. After me is Charlotte in North Carolina too, but further out in the sticks than Memory. The baby, McKenna, lives in Misery.”

  “Misery?”

  “Missouri.” Dee smiled again.

  Faison listened intently. The way she glowed when she spoke of her sisters, the love in every word warmed him. He didn’t have any siblings, but the way Dee spoke of hers made him long for that kind of connection with someone. With her. And that one notion of having an emotional tie to Dee led to another thought…one of a physical nature.

  By the time the two of them reached her house a mere fifteen minute walk away, Faison crackled with the need to touch Dee. That, combined with the easy systemic flow of building heat sent through his body by his crystal, had Faison hovering on the edge of self-control.

  Dee’s house was visible from nearly a block away. Each floor of the place was lit up. When asked about it she simply said she didn’t like to enter a dark house. Faison found himself hoping he could be her shining light to chase the darkness away rather than the lamps she left turned on.

  He’d only been here once and that was during early daylight hours. It had been beautiful then, but at night the place was absolutely breathtaking. Many of the original cottages of Alki Beach had been razed to make room for new high-rise condos. But Dee’s place, though built on the plot of an older cottage, was mostly glass and shiny hardwood siding, two stories of contemporary luxury mixed with old-style charm.

  The walkway was lined with pruned evergreen shrubs and creamy white azaleas. The night was warm and the light breeze blowing in off the Sound sent the fragrance of the blooms swirling about them. Once up the steps they stood in silence in the entryway and watched the gleam of the silvery moon play across the rolling surf across the road.

  Unable to resist touching her a moment longer, Faison wrapped his arms around the fascinating woman next to him and eased her back against his chest. He settled his chin into the muscle of her shoulder and gently worked the knots away.

  “Mmmm, that’s nice,” Dee sighed, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

  Faison nuzzled her ear. “So, can I come in?”

  “Sure.” But he could tell that she wasn’t sure at all.

  “Dee, I don’t want to push you. I just hoped that after our last few times together that I could…”

  “What? Make me cream my panties again?”

  Snark.

  “Well, no. I mean, yes, but that’s not what I meant.” Her chuckle encouraged him to continue. “I mean, I’d hoped that you and I could see each other. Maybe even be together.”

  “You mean as a couple?”

  “Yes, as a couple. You open to the possibility?” His hands replaced his chin gently massaging the apprehension away.

  “Why?”

  Okay, so she wanted to play hard to get, eh? No problem. Any woman worth her salt would make him work for it as least a little.

  “Because,” he said as he slowly turned her around to face him. “I like your smile.” He placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “And your spunk.” Another kiss on her brow. “I like your eyes, your personality.” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “And damn if I don’t love the way you taste.” And with that he pressed his mouth to hers with a single-minded purpose—to drive her out of her cool, calm, determined mind.

  As she spoke she turned her head just enough to cause the light of the bright moon overhead to gleam off her necklace. She usually wore a cute little coin purse thing. But tonight she sported a crystal that looked eerily familiar. Whoa, was that what he thought it was? Damn it, he couldn’t see now as she’d switched off the light in the foyer the moment they were through the door. The only light that shone through the glass windows on either side of the door was the moon. Too dim to see much of anything.

  Then she kissed him in that all-consuming way of hers and all Faison knew was that she wore way too many clothes.

  Chap
ter Four

  His movements were controlled, giving the appearance of taking his time. His eyes told a different story. The man was as eager to get her out of her classic cut little black dress as she was to take it off. And the things he said to her as he removed her clothes.

  In the foyer Faison stopped her with a gentle grasp of her upper arm. Turning her toward him, he knelt and removed her strappy sandals. Still on his knees his hands eased up and down her silk stockings. As his fingers moved closer to the vee of her thighs Dee instinctively widened her stance on a happy sigh.

  Faison’s forehead rested on against her pelvic bone.

  “God, baby, your skin is so soft and smooth. And you smell so good it’s like you’ve bottled up the fragrance of your sweet cunt and waved the bottle under my nose. Damn.”

  Yeah. Damn. Amazing what words could do to a heart rate.

  “And this ass,” he whispered against her skin as he raised the hem of her dress to her waist.

  Dee chuckled.

  “Your ass is no laughing matter. It’s a spankable work of art that I can’t wait to get my hands on.”

  Wow. Perhaps she’d just lay down right here and spread ‘em.

  Once her dress was up around her stomach, Dee buried her fingers in his hair as he lightly nibbled the mound of her pussy through her barely there underwear.

  “Who’d you wear these sexy assed panties for, Dee?”

  “For you,” she breathed. And it was the truth.

  Up on his feet now, Faison slowly eased the dress over her head and off letting his fingers traipse over her skin as he went, from her waist to her fingertips. Palms touched and teased across her forearms, passed her biceps to skim over her smooth-shaven underarms.

  Dee giggled again and pulled her arms in close. God it tickled.

  Faison smiled and slipped the straps of her bra down over her shoulders and eased it down around her waist. And then he was on his knees again working her bra and panties off at the same time.

  Dee had been undressed before, but it hadn’t been such an all encompassing experience. Faison engaged her completely. He spoke to her, painted pictures in her mind with his voice. Touched her, incited a response from her body, including her trembling ass and jumping stomach muscles. Tasted her, licked paths across her skin causing the heat of her body to compete with cooling flesh from the wetness his tongue left behind as he explored. He worked himself up and down her body until almost every stitch lay in a neat pile on the floor.

  And he did all this while she stood in her foyer.

  “I need to be inside you like I need to breathe,” he said. “I want you so bad I swear I could come just from kissing you some more.” Faison leaned in and took her mouth with a ferocity that underscored his words. The man was burning alive.

  Good. So was she.

  Unable to keep still, Dee wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back for all she was worth. He tasted of lust and light.

  “Oh, that’s it, baby. Move against me.”

  As if she needed instruction on that front. Hell, it was impossible to keep still. Her breasts were heavy and swollen. The engorged nipples crackled from the pulsing current that flowed between them as she rubbed against the front of his shirt. She ground against his swollen cock and almost wept at the delicious pressure created against her hooded clit.

  With a slight bend, he took a thigh in each hand and lifted Dee off her feet. Her ankles instinctively crossed behind his back and he continued to kiss her.

  “God, I need to fuck you, baby. Do you want me?”

  “Mmm, yes. I want you.” He slipped his hands up to hold her more securely. His fingers dipped ever so slightly into the entrance of her drenched pussy.

  Dee’s head fell back as she inhaled deeply. “Ssssss. Aaah, yes.”

  “You’re wet for me. Slick and ready. Which way, Dee?”

  Not bothering to open her eyes, she tilted her head left and simply said, “That way.”

  In her bedroom, stripped bare and eager, Dee did her best to be patient as Faison removed her last piece of clothing—a garter wrapped snugly around her left thigh. Her crystal no longer crackled and burned, as if it had acclimated to his presence. However, the hum beneath her skin hadn’t lessened one whit. And she had a feeling that as long as Faison was in her life it never would.

  Sex with Faison made her think of all the different water rides available at the local amusement park. She had her own loop-the-loop right here in her bedroom, though she was surprised they’d made it out of the foyer at all.

  “Lay back on the bed and turn over on your stomach.”

  Oh how she loved a take charge kind of guy, especially if he knew what he was doing.

  The fluffy down comforter gave beneath her, the fabric cool and soft against her skin. A deep breath filled her lungs. Dee released it slowly and allowed herself to completely relax. The rustle of clothing sounded just beyond her vision. The quiet swish of silk followed by the thunk of a belt buckle on the hard wood gave her a mental picture of what was going on just out of sight.

  “Scoot closer to the edge of the bed, Dee, and close your eyes.”

  She complied and was immediately rewarded with the warmth of Faison’s skin as her shoulder made contact with his thigh. She couldn’t help taking a peek. After all, that thigh was only inches below the current focus of her affection—a thick, perfectly sized, pole-hard cock. Typically Dee was an intellect-loving kinda gal but right now her pussy was wetter than a spring day in Florida and just as hot. Faison could be smart later. Right now, she needed some raunchy, no-holds-barred sex.

  “Arms above your head and spread your legs.”

  This was going to be good. Happy sigh.

  Dee heard the faint flip of a plastic cap and knew her man had spotted the small bottle of almond oil on her nightstand. She usually rubbed it on her feet before bed to keep them soft, but she had a feeling Faison had another use for it. Yay!

  Faison rubbed his palms together then put his fingers to work on the curve just above her butt. His touch was warm and slick, just like the cream running down between her thighs.

  “Owww!”

  Damn. She hadn’t realized her lower back was so tense and tight. Faison hit a spot that sent a so-not-good zing down her left cheek. He took his time, worked the tenseness from her back and then moved on to her butt. Oil slick fingers worked magic on the muscles there until her “Ow” became a “Mmm”.

  “Did you know that you carry the majority of your stress in your shoulders and your butt?”

  He didn’t actually expect her to answer that question, did he? Hell, she was caught somewhere between horny and jelly limbed. No way was she going to form a coherent sentence. So she simply said, “Uhn, huhnn.”

  When strong fingertips began to explore the area between butt and thigh, then dipped down to tease the outskirts of her perineum just shy of her lower lips Dee’s temperature began to rise once again.

  Breathing deepened, arms stretched to their limit as hands reached for the headboard of the bed and hips slowly swayed from left to right. Unable to suppress the needy moan pushing against her throat, Dee just went ahead and let it fly. Loudly.

  And Faison got the message loud and clear. Dee’s back arched and her hips raised from the bed as a lone finger eased into her ready channel and began to work her mercilessly. Faison’s other hand kneaded her ass, slipped up her back and around to tease the swell of her breasts.

  “Dee, you’re so beautiful. I love the way your body moves, letting me know that you like what I’m doing to you.”

  “Yes, yes, I like it. More.”

  Another finger joined the first and Dee unconsciously pushed back on her knees until her chest was on the bed and her ass was up in the air. And then the man went to work. Two fingers, then three plunged into her pussy with a slick swishing sound. Dee panted, moaned and held a conversation all at the same time, telling Faison how good he made her feel. But when his thumb tapped her clit it added a level of se
nsation that brought her so close to the edge she was surprised she didn’t just tumble right over.

  All she needed was a little bit more. Just a touch.

  She almost cried out when her man’s fingers left their place between her legs, but a scream came instead when Faison tucked the fat head of his cock against her opening, plowed home and kept right on plowing.

  “Hooo!” she squealed. “Ho, ho, my god! Ho shit!”

  Okay, she was officially a doggy style girl from now on.

  She fit his cock like a custom-made glove. God, there was nothing like the slow slide of silky-hot skin wrapped around a pole of flesh, moving inside her and becoming slick with cream. And Faison made her so wet so fast Dee was sure she could drop her drawers in the middle of the street at any given time, take a running start, drop to the ground like she was on a Slip ‘N Slide and whirl down the pavement on her ass at warp speed.

  “Yes! Give it to me, Faze, yes. Just like that. Oh my god!”

  Okay, she was a doggy style girl and a talker. Guess the man just brought it out of her. One hand anchored her hip in place for his deep thrusts, the other reached around and gently twisted the hard berries of a breast.

  “Touch your pussy, Dee. Make yourself come around my dick.”

  Yes, sir.

  Balanced on her shoulders, Dee spread herself and went to work, moving her fingers over the swollen bundle of nerves at her core. Four, five, six strokes. Oh lord, she was going to blow. Seven, eight, nine, ten. Faster. More. Now! Eleven, twelve…oh god! She was done, it was over. Hurricane Dee was blowing her top. And it was all Faison’s fault.

  “That’s it, Dee. Come on, baby. Come for me.”

  No problem there. She came and came hard. So hard the contractions of her uterus resonated out from her sex to sing down the backs of her legs.

  And he still moved inside of her, parting her sweet flesh with his cock. In seconds the need he’d just met was back and deeper than ever. The flared head of his cock re-inflamed the nerves deep inside and caused them to tighten and twitch.