by Sahara Kelly
And until she stopped upchucking her guts and got her cute little ass over to his Temple, he couldn’t do a damn thing.
He nearly growled at Ronnil when the unfortunate Priest dared to poke his head in Kyle’s chamber.
“Lord?”
“What?” snapped Kyle.
Ronnil backed up a step.
“Sorry Ron. I’m a bit on edge right now. Any news from Enshilla?”
Ronnil’s new relationship was turning out to be a blessing for them both. Ronnil was in a state of permanent and joyful arousal the entire time, and Kyle could get regular bulletins on Annie’s condition. His right hand man was only too happy to toddle over to the Moon Goddess’ temple and grope up his beloved while fishing for information.
In fact, Ronnil was turning into a sex-obsessed, lust-minded, maniac. Kyle recognized the pattern. He was going through the same thing himself, although with less happy conclusions.
He didn’t have anyone to grope, right now. He had to wait until his beloved had stopped throwing up. He hadn’t even gotten inside her hot and silky cunt yet. He was getting pissed.
Ronnil permitted himself a small grin. “Enshilla informs me that Lady Annilin will be permitted to return here tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” exploded Kyle. “I have to wait another day?”
“Enshilla has explained that Annilin’s reaction was quite severe. Her body is aching and suffering the after effects of her illness, and her mind is still a little blurry. Apparently she keeps muttering about seafood and children’s toys?” Ronnil looked baffled.
Kyle shrugged, busy dealing with his disappointment.
“Very well, Ronnil. Tell Enshilla I hope to see the High Priestess here tomorrow. In fact I shall expect to see the High Priestess here tomorrow. No wait, tell her that I want to see the…no, never mind. Just tell her to hurry up and get Annie back on her feet…” so that I can get her flat on her back.
Kyle colored, and gave up trying to find the right words. Ronnil would take care of it.
The sky darkened as Kyle stood in the window of his strangely empty room. For the first time in five years, the sight of the evening creeping over Kushuk was not enough to keep Kyle’s attention focused on the ancient mysteries before his eyes.
He burned. He burned for a woman with white hair and violet eyes. A woman whose smile warmed his toes and caressed his balls. A woman whose breasts were marked “Kyle, size perfect”, and whose cunt smelled of heaven and rained honey.
A woman made for his tongue and his fingers and his cock. His woman.
It was a scary kind of thought, only in a good way.
Kyle laughed at himself for mooning around like a lovesick teenager. He was getting uncomfortably hard, too.
“Sure buddy, why don’t you give me some grief too,” said Kyle addressing his hard-on. “We’re out of luck here tonight. Looks like it’s just you and me.”
He turned and walked into his bathing chamber. There was a small bowl on one low table near the sunken tub, and Kyle dipped his fingertips into it.
The liquid retained the heat of the day and felt silky to his touch. It was puru-oil, a special oil that contained a couple of gently abrasive additives. It was designed especially for guys with his problem.
He stood at the edge of the tub and smoothed his oily hand over his cock. The grains in the oil tugged slightly on his sensitive skin and he closed his eyes. Keeping his movements slow and easy, he moved his fist up and down the length of his cock, enjoying his own touch with unashamed pleasure.
He kept his other hand free and with the thought of Annie’s lips in the back of his mind, used it to fondle his balls.
His pleasure intensified. Trying to prolong the moment, he stopped and opened his eyes, but the urge was too strong and the image of Annie’s body had imprinted itself in his imagination.
A drop of pre-cum bubbled from the tiny hole at the tip of his cock and he mixed it with the oil that slid over the hard flesh.
His muscles started to throb and he felt hot and shivery inside his gut. His teeth clenched and his lips curled back in a feral growl of sexual delight. He couldn’t have stopped his fist from moving now if his life depended on it.
He felt the thrill of the lightning bolt that preceded his orgasm as it streaked across every neuron in his brain, and he groaned loudly as he came, spurting his cum in a milky arc.
His movements slowed, his cock became super sensitive to his touch, and his hand fell to his side.
His chest heaved as he rode through the aftermath of his climax.
Exhausted, the High Priest of the Sun God clambered completely into his bathtub and relaxed against the side with head thrown back and eyes closed.
He had two major problems.
He was falling in love with the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess.
He also thought he might have stumbled on a way to get them home.
Chapter 14
“You look just fine to me,” said Kyle accusingly to the woman who had finally made an appearance in his chamber the following evening.
Annie frowned at him. “No thanks to you. I could be a doped out drug addict for all the help you were.”
“Why didn’t you come back here when you felt better?”
“Because I didn’t feel better until this morning, you idiot. Do you have any idea what it’s like to throw your guts up for hours on end? To feel that awful urge to retch when someone even thinks about food in your presence?”
Kyle still glared at her. “We could have taken care of you here.”
“Yeah sure. Like you took care of me by warning me I was about to get hit with a major drug scene.”
“Now look here, I had no idea that they were going to use Huk Gil in that ceremony. And even if I had, what was I supposed to say? Oh, by the way, Annie, don’t breathe for the next couple of hours, because there may be some opium in the incense?” He tossed the words angrily across the room.
“Well, that would have done for a start.”
“I suppose I should have said it right after the bit where I told you we were going to get fucked but not by each other. Or wait, no, maybe it should have been before.”
“Does it matter? You took a chance with my health, Kyle. My lungs, my body. Opium, for chrissake!! Sheesh. What the hell are you people thinking?”
She stalked across the room and poked him in the chest, hard.
“Did you hallucinate too? Do you realize that I’ll probably be scarred for the rest of my life by that experience? I may never ever learn to scuba dive, let alone eat calamari again. And you have no idea what kind of trauma I’m going to suffer the next time I have to go to a toy store.”
Kyle’s face flushed.
“Hallucinate? Hah. You don’t know the half of it. When I think of what Joe Montana did…” He broke off sheepishly.
“What? What’s with Joe Montana?” said Annie, diverted momentarily.
“Nothing. Never mind. The point is that I had no idea you’d react the way you did, and it certainly wasn’t my idea to put high grade dope in the incense burners.”
“Oh yeah? Well whose brilliant notion was it then?”
“If you must know, it was your great friend Enshilla. Apparently she was trying to do you a favor, seeing as you’re so uptight about fucking.”
“Me?” squeaked Annie.
“Yes, you.” Kyle towered over her, angry lights glinting in his narrowed green eyes.
“I’m uptight?”
“Well, aren’t you?”
“Listen buster.” The finger poked into a wall of hot solid flesh. “I’m the woman who got her ass warped four thousand years into the past. Since then I’ve been told I can have sex with a statue and it’s okay for a bunch of people I don’t know to make me come. But I also can’t fuck the one man I do want, although it’s all right to do a Sumerian version of a porno flick so that two other folks can get it on. In addition…” she stepped forward, pushing Kyle back against the wall. “In addition, I’m proba
bly going to be stuck here for the rest of my natural life. My sexual experience doesn’t apply here. I don’t know your rules, Kyle and it’s confusing. God knows I’ve tried.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?” snapped back Kyle, at the end of his tether. “I’ve been here for five years. Five long, hard years. Each and every day of those five years I’ve worked like hell on trying to find a way to get back to my own time. I can’t figure out the sex stuff either, so I go along for the ride. That doesn’t mean I like it. Now finally a woman comes along who understands that and guess what? I can’t fuck her when I want to, and when it’s okay to fuck her she’s mad as hell at me for something I didn’t do or upchucking in another temple. Do you know how to spell frustration, Annie? I sure as hell do, and if I looked it up in the dictionary, your picture would be right underneath the definition.”
Green eyes clashed with violet ones for a long heated moment.
Then with a groan, Kyle seized Annie and smashed her body into his, crushing her lips with his own.
His passion was answered in kind by the woman in his arms.
* * * * *
Annie’s head swam. Still a little woozy from her experiences with Huk Gil, she’d let her temper run away with her and look where it had gotten her. Into a clinch to end all clinches with Kyle Pendrake. She should definitely do the temper thing more often.
His lips were devouring her, warm and insistent, and his tongue was frantically stabbing, twining and soothing hers. He was pulling her closer and closer and his hands seemed to be everywhere at once.
Warm on her buttocks, they quickly slid up her sides to her armpits and back down again to her hips. He pulled her even more tightly against him, his cock digging painfully into her abdomen.
She felt his heat and the tremble in his limbs and let her own hands do some exploring.
A little tug and his skirt fell, held up only by his cock and the fact that their bodies were plastered against each other. Now at last she could get a handful of those world-class buns.
Firm and smooth, they filled her cupped hands and she squeezed and kneaded them to her heart’s content, bringing grunts to Kyle’s throat. She felt the muscles flex beneath her hands as his hips thrust forward.
Pulling apart from her briefly, Kyle ripped her clothing away and let it all fall into a pile unheeded at their feet. Bringing her back against him, she gasped as his heat met her skin from shoulder to knee.
“The one woman…” muttered Kyle as his kisses moved to her jaw line and down her neck. “You have no idea how much I need to fuck you.”
His lips fastened around her breast and he groaned with pleasure.
Her knees started to buckle and she tried to pull away.
“Oh no, not this time,” he hissed, swinging her around and backing her into the wall.
She knew she was running with moisture and her clit was aching for him. Her teeth grazed his earlobe and her hands ran up and down his back, ending at the base of his spine and just teasing the darkness of his cleft.
Rigid as marble, his cock rammed into her belly and she felt herself growing increasingly more frantic as his hands and lips aroused her beyond anything she could imagine.
His hands settled on her waist and with ease he raised her off the floor.
“Put your legs around me, Annie, for god’s sake, now…”
Annie obeyed with alacrity, loving the feel of his flesh against her thighs.
With a huge moan, Kyle thrust his cock into her waiting cunt.
They froze.
Eyes met, breaths mingled, for a few moments time itself stood still.
Annie knew this was something she’d remember for the rest of her days. Kyle was deep inside her, deeper than she could ever remember anyone ever being. She was full, matched to a cock that seemed made for her alone. Her juices bathed him, her eyes told him of her desire, and her hands clutched at his shoulders as he began to move.
Gently he slid down and up again, being careful not to slip out of her pulsating heat.
His body brushed hers as he thrust upwards and she whimpered as her flesh responded.
“Hold tight, Annie,” he murmured, lowering his eyes and watching their bodies join.
Annie’s gaze fell too and she was amazed at the sight.
Kyle’s cock was gleaming, almost purple towards the tip, and it slid in and out of her swollen cunt with ease. Her lips were spread to welcome him inside, and the crescent moon of her pubic hair was shining with her own moisture.
Her back was against the smooth marble, and the sensation of the cool stone behind her and the hot man in front of her was wreaking havoc on her body.
He raised his eyes again. “Annie, my Annie…” he breathed, watching her face.
“Kyle…oh god, Kyle…” she gasped, aware of every centimeter of his cock as it slid back and forth inside her, arousing her, entrancing her, making her his wanton slave.
His lips thinned as his eyelids lowered and his thrusts increased in intensity. She found herself panting in time to his movements, and her whole groin started to throb.
“Kyle… I’m…it’s…”
“I know, Annie…yes…” said Kyle harshly.
He slid a hand between them as he rammed himself deep into her in a pounding frantic rhythm. His fingers found her clit.
The combined assault was too much.
“God…” she cried.
“Annieeee…” he yelled.
Together, they came.
* * * * *
What had he done?
He’d fucked her up against a wall like some kind of rabid pervert.
Kyle bent and rested his forehead against Annie’s as he felt his cock drain itself into her silkiness. He was more physically satisfied than he could ever remember being in his entire life.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
He jerked his head up and stared straight into her worried eyes. “For what, Annie?”
“I had intended to—to seduce you, this evening. To make you want me in your bed. I didn’t mean to lose my temper with you, or make you fuck me just because you felt sorry for me.”
Kyle shivered as his cock slid gently away from her ruffled folds and into the cool night air. He tightened his grasp on Annie, holding her more like a child now, cuddling her against him. He was pleased that her ankles remained locked behind his back.
“Annie, it’s me who should be sorry. I took you against the wall like a…like a…”
“Like a romance novel hero?”
He could hear the smile in her voice. “I really should read some of your books when we get home.”
“Nah, you don’t need any help.”
He grinned from ear to ear. “How about you just hang on and we get more comfortable?”
He crossed the room to his bed, still holding a clutching Annie in his arms. Gently he lowered her onto the cool silky sheets and followed her down. She unclasped her legs and he felt lost for a moment as their warmth left his flesh.
Raising himself on one arm over her, he stroked her hair back from her face. “Annie, I couldn’t wait to get inside you. The more we argued the harder I got until all I could think of was sinking into your fire.” His finger traced her eyebrow and followed the line of her cheek down to her chin.
“I knew you were special. The second I saw you at the symposium all those years ago, you became imprinted on my mind. I’ve seen you in the clouds of dawn here in Sumer. In the waters of the two rivers. In my dreams. Oh yes, Annie, in my dreams. That’s where you were the best of all.”
“Tell me, Kyle,” she whispered, as if afraid to look away and break the spell his words were weaving around them.
“Tell you? What shall I tell you? That in my dreams we’d love and we’d fuck each other, and take our pleasures together? That you’d tremble when I did this…” he lowered his mouth and sucked her nipple, tugging it upwards and relishing her little shiver.
“Or this?” His tongue moved on and traced lazy pa
tterns over her skin, ending up circling her navel.
She squirmed.
“Or that you’d spread your white thighs for me and let me play, like this…”
Gently he eased her legs apart and settled himself comfortably. She was fragrant with the scent of sex and Annie, her lips swollen and shining. She was beautiful.
“God you’re lovely,” he breathed, unable to keep the words inside. He ran his finger along the side of her folds, knowing she was ultra-sensitive right now. She moaned.
He grinned.
Spreading her thighs wider he went deeper into her cleft.
“Kyle…” she hissed as his fingers found a very delicate place and circled the tight little ring of muscles.
“You like this in my dreams, Annie,” he whispered as he continued to touch her anus gently with his fingertip. “Do you like it for real?”
He dropped his head and gently kissed her mound, accompanying it with a little flick of his tongue as his finger pressed her a little more firmly.
She gasped and wriggled.
“Kyle, I haven’t…I mean I’m not used to…”
“Ssshh…let me worry about it. I’ll never hurt you, Annie.”
Kyle ran his lips along the sensitive inner skin of her thigh as he continued his teasing touches. Annie started to pant.
He could feel her muscles clenching as her arousal began to climb. Incredibly, his cock was getting hard again just from watching her, smelling her, licking and touching her.
He moved his face back to her mound and sought out her clit with little flicks of his tongue while keeping up the pressure of his fingers in her cleft.
Her moans told him of her pleasure and her juices told him of her increased arousal. He knew what he wanted.
With an amazingly athletic turn, Kyle rolled onto his back and brought Annie up over him, never losing touch with her sensitive anus. He eased her into position, and saw her staring at his cock, which had amazingly hardened back into prominence and was now begging for attention.
“Take me again, Annie, bury me inside you. Fuck me, Annie…” he whispered, all the while watching her violet eyes as wave after wave of desire swept through them.
