Читать книгу Reborn - Vin Ph.D. Jackson - Страница 21

It was dark, pitch black. Yet she could see. Weird - like a reverse Void.

Nothing can exist without its opposite.

She could feel something too. No place in particular. Just around, everywhere. An ambient nervous sensation more than anything. Like.... the tingle of an approaching orgasm! She felt warm within it. All-over warm. Inside-warm. And she felt weightless as if she was floating.

She wasn't, though. She was sitting on the ground. Or at least something that supported her weight. Something soft. It seemed to move beneath her, rippling sensually. She giggled. The sound left her mouth, went nowhere, was stunned in mid-flight.

Now she knew how it was to be deaf. Just as well she hadn't lost her other senses. She could see, sort-of. And taste - the flavour of rancid fat. She could also feel more acutely than ever before. Her nerve-endings were alive with sensations, growing hungry for more.

The clothes were a hindrance, so she began to strip, revelled in the excitement as the pungent, humid air found her naked flesh and caressed it. Wow! Was this slick, or what?

Then she seemed to be drifting. Forward, back; within time and without. A neat experience. She was young, and everything was new, untried. Yet her memories were those of countless seasons. The fresh chill of early-morning dew sprinkled her feet as she ran through fields of gold stretching to eternity. There she loved, laughed, belonged. Where or when was a mystery. Her own special place, though. Had been once, perhaps? Or would be one day soon.

"Where am I? What am I doing here?" she whispered. The intangible ambience devoured her voice, sighed in answer to it. "Am I dead, or what?"

"So many questions." Another voice! "So little time."

Thoughts should have been confused under the circumstances, yet were as clear as those halcyon days she knew so well. "LaRoche." No surprise. She'd been expecting him, took his outstretched hands. "Is this why we came to Lonfay - for this moment alone?"

LaRoche crooned softly: "And more. Whatever is meant for us, we will do."

She moved into his arms, pressed herself against him, felt the charge as their bodies moulded together. "Yes," she hissed. "Destiny shouldn't be ignored."

His lips enveloped hers, kissed gently, broke away. "Neither will it be."

The strength of his hands was sliding down her back, over her buttocks. She tensed. He gripped her thighs and lifted her. Curling her legs behind him, she tipped sideways slightly, reached down and felt beneath her to position him. He lowered her gently, gently until she had taken him completely.

Then he began to raise and lower her. She held him close, kissed him, murmured to him. And, needing to be a part of this wonderful act, she rode his hips with her thighs. Each time she tensed, he sighed. Each time she relaxed, he thrust deeper.

Her head was starting to swim. Ecstasy spiralled inside her. She hugged him closer, kissed more passionately, rode him harder. And he thrust deeper. Faster.

Soon they were beyond control. Senses took over, a million years of evolution too strong to resist. Panting, squeezing, moaning, thrusting, crying out. Almost.... almost....

They climaxed in a sudden surge of emotion, held each other tightly, afraid to let go. Not wanting to. Never.

Then they were coming down, the involuntary spasms decreasing in intensity. That magical tingle was fading, but there. She continued to work her muscles around him, caressing him hungrily, hoping that maybe he might....? But that was being greedy, selfish. It was too soon for him. She knew it was because she'd felt the same. When she'd been a man....?

He started to lift her. She clamped herself tight, wouldn't release him. "Just a moment longer. A few more seconds, please." He relaxed. She relaxed. "Thank you," she whispered.