I opened my legs to him, but still he hesitated. I placed my hand over his, “Touch me, Elliot. I want to feel your hands all over my body. While we have the chance. Please. Do this for me. Now.”
“You’re so perfect, Cassie. How can I resist when you ask me to do something like this?”
His breath shuddered. His thumb picked the side of my underwear and he drew them down my legs. His hand returned to my thigh, then dipped to the centre of me, rubbing so softly into my cleft.
I cried out as nerve endings fired. Golden light exploded in my mind. I opened my eyes but didn’t see a thing. I just was. His clever touch became my pleasure and God, he was good. So very, very good. My abdomen sucked in and lurched as his hand worked me. I closed my eyes, flying with the pleasure of his fingers. There was heat at my breast and his mouth once again claimed my nipple at the same time as his fingers entered my core.
The internal waves crashed through me, raising me to new heights. I was writhing beneath his hands, almost sobbing with need, “Please, Elliot…” I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t want this to end either.
He shifted from my side and it was all I could do but watch him settled between my thighs. He parted my legs, and my lethargic muscles let him move me how he wanted. Our gazes connected as he lowered his head. Soft heat and then pure, wet heat on my clitoris.
My fingers dug into his hair and my whole body tensed. I didn’t think I could go any higher, but I was wrong. I was aware of nothing else but his mouth and tongue, licking, sucking, devouring. His fingers worked me in time with his tongue. He sucked at my pleasure centre and entered me with his fingers.
My back arched as pleasure rocketed through me and I screamed his name. Again and again, my orgasm washed through me. I panted his name deliriously, my arms falling to my sides. He moved from between my legs as I drifted. He stood over me, watching and undressing, my body floating on a cloud.
I saw his wound on his side and I gasped. I’d totally forgotten about it. His brows raised and he looked at me with a wry expression, “I’ll survive, don’t worry.”
He untangled his pants then his underwear and his erection bounced free. It was long and thick. He dropped to his knees, then crawled up over my body. The heat of his skin like silk against mine. I pulled him into my arms without hesitation, sliding my fingers over his skin, touching him like it was the last thing I would feel.
His erection bumped against my thigh, hot and heavy and hard and I opened my legs so that he fit snugly within my tender folds. He moved and the head of his penis nudged at my entrance. He kissed me again, his lips hot and sweet, commanding and tender. I wanted him in my mouth, in my body. There was no more waiting. I wanted him here and now. Golden light encased us in a beautiful, glowing cocoon. This was our world. Just the two of us, merging mind and body, craving, yearning, needing. There was no more waiting. I burnt for him, my insides quivered, my skin heated, my mind desperate. He felt the same way. There was no denying, no hiding, just an aching for completion. I was hot and wet and so, so ready.
I manoeuvred my hips and he surged forwards, sipping right into me. I groaned into his kiss, feeling full and stretched. My insides tingled, accepting, wanting, needing.
“Is this good for you, Cassie? I’m not hurting you?”
“God, Elliot. You are so not hurting me. You’ll never hurt me. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Please.” I was nearly sobbing, but I didn’t care. This was the most beautiful thing that had happened between us, and he still was worried how I felt.
I reached for his face and placed a deliberate, deep, lingering kiss on his mouth, “Don’t doubt that this is completely wonderful for me. I want you here, like this. I love feeling you inside me. Just don’t stop.”
His answer was the most breathtaking kiss. He poured everything into it. The light danced through us and I let it weave through my soul. My heart ached at his tenderness at which he held me, even with this most carnal of embraces.
Elliot retracted until the head of his penis was almost out of me, then thrust into me, more forcefully this time. My body groaned with pure delight, grew with that undefinable release. He slipped in and out if me, his mouth hot and hungry. I wrapped my legs about his waist, opening myself more, guiding him more fully into me.
He rocked against me and the pressure inside me built until I rode the crest of a golden wave. I cried out as my abdomen clenched fiercely, every muscle in my body went rigid as I rode my blinding orgasm. The golden light filled my body, extending, and heightening my orgasm and I split into a thousand glowing pieces until I was nothing and everything at the same time. I was emotion, I was feeling, I was mind, I was physical. Elliot’s essence of who he was, was with me every step of the way.
Elliot groaned, muscles corded his neck as he slammed into me in one final thrust. His penis throbbed as hot wetness exploded inside me. His face found the space between my neck and shoulder as he panted against my skin. I wound my legs and arms around him and buried my face against his shoulder. We were one and the same, merging mind and soul just as light merged with light and grew brighter. His orgasm was mine. Mine was his. We exploded.
Eventually the light grew darker, and I drifted back into my physical form. I felt the heaviness of my limbs, the lethargy, the afterglow. Elliot’s body still on top of mine. Still inside me.
He stirred, leveraging himself so that he wasn’t lying so heavily on me, “Oh my God. That was…”
I managed to nod my head, “Yes,” I breathed. I understood what he meant. There were no words to describe what we’d just felt, what we’d just been. There was no denying that this was so right. As right as it possibly could ever be.
We were meant to be together, and as unlikely and as hard as that could be, I knew there was no way I was going to give up trying to find a way.
We lay like that, as one body until our breathing came back to normal and our heartbeats slowed. He gently withdrew from me, then tucked me against his body. I lay my head on his arm, our legs entangled, bellies pressed together, his other arm securely around my waist, our bodies limp and lethargic. The golden light settled around us like a blanket, calming and warm, binding us together irrevocably.
Chapter Seven
I must have drifted as I roused to a warm back, cool front, and fingertips skimming my waist. I smiled, then I turned over and slung my arms around Elliot’s neck, “I see you’re not much of a sleeper,” I said.
“Not when I have an opportunity like this.” He kissed me long and slow and sensuously. It didn’t take long for his hands to find my erogenous places, or mine to find his. We made love, slower this time, but not any less passionately. The golden light flowed around and through us and I once again melted into the bliss of our joined bodies and minds.
We stirred after a while, Elliot took my hand and stood me next to him. Fully naked, he pulled me close and kissed me longer. “Any idea what that golden light was?”
“I thought you might know. It feels as though it binds us together. I can feel how you feel. It makes everything more…intense,” I said.
“And I know how you feel. Me too. Cassie, this attraction…it’s so strong. Stronger than anything I’ve felt before.”
“I feel the same way. It’s like this...between us…was always meant to be.”
He answered with a kiss, deep, and passionate and had me responding like lightning. We broke the kiss, panting with the craving we’d ignited so quickly and easily.
“Would you like a shower? I think I need water. Cold water.”
I laughed and swatted his arm playfully, “I feel how you feel, and vice versa, remember? You’re not the only one who needs cold water.”
“So, we’ll skip the shower?”
“No. I want the shower. Definitely need the shower.” After running through the gritty streets of Melbourne I’d die for one. Besides, hot water was the next best thing after great sex. We went into the bathroom and to my delighted surprise, Elliot stepped under the warm flow of wat
er behind me. He took the soap and kissed my shoulder, and pressed his front to my back. I leaned against the hard leanness of his chest and rested my head on his shoulder, “You know if you keep this up, I’m likely to keep you here for eternity,” I said.
“Hmmm. I’d like that. Especially if I can do things like this to you.” He washed my stomach and breasts with the soap. His slick palms slipped over my skin, massaging and stroking. I tipped my head back and wrapped my arms over my head, locking my fingers onto his shoulders.
“And I can do this.” His hand dipped lower, fingers sliding into my cleft. I moaned and spread my legs so he could touch me more intimately. The sound of splashing water was loud in my ears as his hand played with magic on the intimate part of my body. He steadied me with a splayed hand over my abdomen while for worked me lower. A golden glow quickly spread through my body. I sucked in air and bit my lower lip.
“I love those little noises you make. So sexy.” His lips tickled my ear before he sucked the lobe between his teeth. The only response I could utter was another groan.
I leaned heavily against him, revelling in the growing wave that built inside me. I dropped my hands, reaching behind me to his rigid erection. I gripped his length and gently tugged my hand all the way to his tip. He shuddered and bit my neck. I smiled. This was going to be his undoing. What’s good for the goose and all that.
I traced the tip of his penis with my finger, gently sliding it over the ridge and the eye before sliding back down and cupping his balls. His breathing became more laboured, his fingers sought my entrance before plunging into me.
I rose on my toes while his fingers entered me and his thumb played with my clitoris. His hand rose from my stomach, cupped my breast, and pulled at my hardened nipple. He moaned and the vibration reverberated through my skin. So he liked that.
I put both my hands behind me. One played with him, the other I rolled around and up and down his penis. He rocked his hips against me with the movement of my hand. I raised my behind and slotted his penis into the fold of my bottom.
His hands went to my shoulders and he positioned me against the tiled wall. He held me there while he guided his penis with the other hand to my entrance and plunged inside me. I gasped, feeling so full and complete. He slid out and I felt every heated ridge of his penis as he moved.
My flesh quivered and tightened. He rocked in me, taking me to my toes. This wasn’t gentle. This was primal and God I adored him for it. His hand found my clitoris and he gently worked me as he slammed into me from behind.
I spread my hands on the wall, consumed by the power of my growing orgasm. Golden light embraced me and took me away. This was the sex of a powerful male to his lover. The hardness of male muscle against the softness of my womanly body. He grabbed my hip with his spare hand and guided me into him as he thrust. His penis touched me high inside and I screamed. My cheek pressed to the tiles as he rode me from behind. He moaned and shuddered as I found my release and shattered around him at the same time. His heat spilled into me, hot and wet as he leaned over me, his corded chest pressing into my back. He branded me with his mind and body but I was already his to take. Anyway. Anyhow. Anytime.
“Could every shower be like this?” I panted, eventually.
He huffed an exhausted laugh as his hands gently skimmed my sides, “You’ll be the death of me if it is.”
“Too late,” I smiled.
He disengaged himself from me then continued to gently scrub me down from top to toe. I wouldn’t have found the energy to clean myself if he hadn’t done it for me. He turned the water off and wrapped me in a large fluffy towel. He rubbed my body dry before drying off my hair.
He pressed a kiss to my cheek, “You don’t have to, but if you want something clean to wear, you can try the dresses in the bedroom. You’re about the same size as Marie.”
I acknowledged the upset in his eyes, “Thank you for offering them to me.”
He took my hand a kissed my palm, “You really are the light of my life. If it wasn’t for you, I might still be lost in the Grey- Mists. I don’t even want to think about the fact that you might never have seen me if not for that accident to your head.”
“There’s too many ‘what if’s’ to worry about. Let’s just concentrate on the here and now and the fact that we have found each other despite everything.” I sighed, feeling the weight of the world once again settling on my shoulders, “This has been…beyond lovely...but we need to find Laura.”
“We do. I understand how you feel. Let’s get dressed.”
Regret sat like a heavy brick in the pit of my stomach. Regret that this wasn’t real. That we had no time. That this fantasy would end and I wouldn’t be able to do what we’d just shared ever again. I concentrated on my breath, hoping against hope, that the hurt would lessen. But it didn’t and I didn’t know what to do about it. I had to forget that I hurt so much and get my head back to my sister. This wasn’t the time for self-pity. There would be time enough for that later. Our reprieve was over.
I tried not to let the weight bury me, but I couldn’t shake it. We needed to get Laura back to her body. The more time that passed, the harder it would be.
Plus, we didn’t know anything about Black John’s world, let alone why he’d created it. As for Elliot’s part in it…I wouldn’t believe the story Black John told us. There was no way a man such as Elliot would ever take part in such a scheme. There was a larger story to learn and I was going to uncover it.
I opened the door of the dresser in the main bedroom. The dresses there were well looked after and very pretty. They were of soft shades, some with tiny floral patterns, others with crisp, clever darts made from complicated patterns. I took out a pale pink dress that cinched it at the waist and fell to mid-calf length. The material draped over my body as though it were made just for me.
I found clean undergarments and then put on the dress. I smoothed my thighs over the material. It was cool and fresh against my skin. I sat at the dresser, my hand finding the brush and set to work on my hair.
There was something comfortable about sitting here, brushing my hair. I watched my reflection in the mirror, feeling as though I’d done this very same thing a thousand times over. The soft bristles made short work of my hair and I finished by brushing the strands down my back.
Marie’s jewellery box was within arm’s distance. I hesitated for a moment, not knowing if I was intruding, but this world wasn’t real. This was what Elliot remembered about his wife and I was curious to know what would have been evoked here. Tentatively, I lifted the lid and saw neat pockets of beautiful jewellery. There was a pair of marquisette ear-rings, a cameo brooch, and a set of rosette beads. There was a beautiful pendant on a golden chainset with a blood red ruby. The ruby was set in what looked like a bird-cage of delicate golden lines. I picked it up and the ruby tilted within the cage so that it was balanced right in the middle. The intricate cut of the gem reflected a myriad of twinkles from the light coming through the window. The centre of the ruby glowed, as though it collected the sunlight filtering in through the window and stored it inside itself.
It was warm in my mind and, it was ridiculous to think it, but it felt as though it liked me, that it was purring like a cat in the palm of my hand. I went to put it back inside the case, but some primal instinct in my gut held me back. Instead, I wrapped the chain around my hand, cupped the ruby and went to find Elliot in the lounge room rifling through an open desk. It was one of those old-style, compact desks that folds open and the lid becomes the table top. I’d seen many in various antique shops. This one, however, was original and gleamed with newness.
“What are you looking for?” I breezed up to him and kissed the top of his head and wrapped my arms around his shoulders so I could look at what he studied. I drank in the smell of his freshly washed hair and the scent of clean, male skin.
“I thought I might find something that can shed some light on what Black John wants from me. What am I meant to know, Cassie? Ther
e are so many holes in my memory. I can’t piece anything together. What could he be so desperate for me to remember?”
“What have you found in there?”
“Not sure. This paper stood out to me, but there’s not much information on it. It was mixed in with general correspondence.”
There were five lines of hand-written letters and numbers, three letters, a number, letter, number, a space then four numbers. “A code.”
“But it doesn’t mean anything to me. I can’t decipher it. Somewhere in here, I know how, but nothing’s coming to me. When I try and concentrate there’s…nothing.” He flicked the paper to the desktop with a frustrated twist of his fingers.
I picked it and a grey lead pencil up, “Do you remember doing this as a kid? Rubbing the paper to see the imprint of the paper that was on top of it?”
Elliot straightened, eyes lighting, “Of course. Good thinking. Give it a go.”
I placed the grey-lead on its side and lightly coloured over the paper. My scribbling revealed the indents of roughly scrawled words. I worked the area carefully, picking up the paper and holding it in front of the light so we could see the markings clearly. I looked at Elliot blankly. “The Crystalline Grid. Does that mean anything to you?”
He focussed on the words, “A grid of some sorts. The letters and numbers. Something that relates to a map. But if we don’t have a map, a reference to a grid is useless.”
“Do you have a map maybe somewhere in your house?” I asked.
We looked in every nook and cranny in every room and came up short. I sat on the arm of the couch, looking over the mess we’d made. Elliot stood in the middle of the room, hand on hips as he surveyed the papers scattered across his floor, “I can’t believe we didn’t find anything.”
“Whatever it relates to, you’ve gone to great lengths to hide,” I remarked.
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