Authors: Stacie Simpson
After a moment I realized he was subtly changing the angle
of his hips while he searched my face for my reactions. I’d never had a man
care enough about my pleasure to even think of doing that. The men I’d been
with had just shuttled in and out of my body with the hopes that I came before
they did, and if I hadn’t, they certainly hadn’t lost any sleep over it. But
not Rook, no, he would never take what he needed from me and leave me wanting,
needing. The desire I felt for him in that moment burned through me like
wildfire, consuming my thoughts, leaving only the need for more of him behind.
He must have seen something in my face because he ramped up
his efforts even more, and just when I thought it couldn’t get much better it
did. A harsh cry escaped me when his erection stroked over a particularly
sensitive spot. He did it again, then again. A moan of pure ecstasy fell from
my lips, the pleasure his movements brought me shattering through my nerve
endings. He quickened his pace, sliding his hard flesh over that spot with
unerring accuracy. Waves of pleasure spread through my body, churning and swirling
into a maelstrom of sensation. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of
my chest as my breaths came in agonizing gasps. I’d never felt so out of
control, so lost in my own body.
That hum of energy that always surrounded him pulsed between
us erotically adding to the sensations bombarding my senses. The intensity of
the pulsating energy grew as his movements became frantic, pounding, his hips
urgently slamming into mine. His demanding thrusts set off an eruption of
ecstasy deep inside of me that burst out of me uncontrollably as my body
seized.
The silver in Rook’s eyes swirled faster than ever,
mesmerizing me as the pleasure overwhelmed him. The energy that had been
building exploded like a bomb being detonated and I felt the shockwaves
reverberating in my soul. The ecstatic feeling so intense, like nothing I’d
ever felt before. We cried out together giving one voice to our passion as Rook
shuddered above me and we were overcome by rapture.
Rook rolled us to the side wrapping his arms around me and
pressing me against his chest while we took deep breaths and our hearts slowed
to safer rhythms. After several moments his hand stroked over my hair and he
kissed the top of my head.
“What did you do to me Rook?” My voice was hoarse and I had
to clear my throat. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.”
“That’s not an easy question to answer, but basically we
tapped into the River of Time,” he responded quietly, still running his fingers
through my hair.
I pulled back so I could look at him. “What is the River of
Time?”
He brushed his fingertips over my jaw, his eyes searching my
face for what I didn’t know. “The River of Time was once a source of power for
any time demon strong enough to access it.”
“Why do I get the feeling there’s a lot more to it than
that?”
He brushed my bangs off my face and kissed my forehead. “Because
you’re a police detective. It’s in your nature to be suspicious and you’re very
intuitive and perceptive.”
I chuckled and asked him, “Does that worry you, when you
think about all the things you won’t be able to get away with if we stay
together?”
“There is no
if
,” he growled and rolled me to my back
with him positioned between my legs. “We aren’t yet bound as
anai
, but I’ve
seen into your soul. You are mine as much as I am yours, and nothing will ever
take you away from me again.”
I tried to find a way to laugh off what he said, but the
fierce determination in his gaze brooked no arguments. The possessiveness should
have worried me more, but with the same sentiments brewing inside me it was
hard to complain. Instead, I reached up and brushed his hair behind his ear as
I whispered, “Kiss me Rook, show me what I mean to you.”
He did as I asked, kissing me with deliberate slowness as he
made love to me again, then again, and I decided that being completely alone
with Rook was something I would crave on a soul deep level until my last breath
left my body.
* * * * *
“Would you like that Rook,” I heard her ask.
“Mmm...” I murmured, not sure what I was agreeing to but the
husky tone of her voice let me know whatever it was I’d enjoy it.
A light scrape of nails from my hip bones down my thighs had
my cock jerking to attention. Warm air skated over its head followed by the wet
slide of a tongue from root to tip. Was I still dreaming? I’d made love to
Angela so many times last night that when we finally collapsed into sleep I
couldn’t stop thinking about the pleasure we’d given each over. My dreams had
been filled with erotic scenes from the night before and I couldn’t wait to
relive them in the waking world.
Delicate fingers closed around the base of my shaft, lifting
it up so that she could swirl her tongue around my rigid flesh like it was her
favorite lollipop. It had to be a dream; nothing in reality could possibly feel
that good.
Her lips closed over my erection and her mouth slid over it
spreading her saliva down its length. Up and down her mouth moved with her
fingers squeezing with alternating pressure just below it. All the while her
tongue teased me, sliding up and down my shaft, swirling around its tip while
she sucked me in again and again.
My hands grabbed fistfuls of her hair holding her head in
place as my hips started thrusting upward. Not too hard but faster than she’d
gone on her own. The moan that vibrated around my aching cock sent tremors up
my spine and I realized that this couldn’t be a dream, because fantasies with
Angela never felt this good. No, this amount of pleasure only came from the
real life Angela.
My eyes snapped open and the sight of her devouring me
pushed me over the edge. The orgasm rolled over me and I exploded into her
mouth with a blinding rush of ecstasy that had me shouting her name as the
pleasure burned through me. My whole body went rigid with the effort it took
not to slam myself into her hot mouth hard and deep. Her hands clamped down on
my hips but she didn’t pull back, she sucked harder, drinking me in as my
release pulsed down her throat.
When the waves of pleasure receded she released me from her
mouth and crawled up my body. Straddling my hips she pressed her warm, wet
center against me as she leaned down to gently kiss my lips.
“Good morning,” she whispered seductively.
A startled laugh escaped me and I shook myself, not entirely
sure I wasn’t still dreaming. “I think I could get used to waking up like this,”
I told her as my hands caressed her hips, urging her to slide her wet heat
along my cock. It was already hardening again and it would only be a matter of
moments before I could bury myself inside her again.
“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” she purred. She was moving
her hips in earnest now, stroking my shaft with the wetness dripping from her
sex. “I like the way you responded when I pleasured you like that. Do you think
you’d like it if I took you inside me like this?” she asked me in that quietly
seductive voice she’d greeted me with a moment ago.
I was speechless, unable to complete whole thoughts with her
playing the seductress. This was a new side of Angela that I hadn’t really
expected to see this early in our relationship. Given her reluctance to come to
me in the first place, I’d thought it would take her much longer to work up to
this level of confidence in bed.
Her husky laugh came with a knowing smile. “Would you like
me to ride you Rook?” She continued torturing me. “To pleasure myself with your
cock while you watch. Can’t you just imagine me sliding up and down while my
inner muscles squeeze you? Do you feel how wet I am just thinking about it
Rook?”
She moaned as she gave a little twist of her hips that had
my eyes rolling to the back of my head and a growl slipping through my lips. I
couldn’t take anymore, my fingers tightened on her hips with almost bruising strength.
Her eyes widened but I felt another rush of liquid heat pour over my throbbing
erection so I knew it wasn’t from pain. “Put me inside you Angela, now, or I’m
going to flip you over and fuck you until you forget your name.”
Satisfaction filled her features as she guided me to her
tight entrance and lowered herself with a moan. She began moving, her hips
rising and falling, rotating like she was dancing to the rhythm of erotic music
only she could hear. Her eyelids fluttered then closed as she abandoned herself
to the sensations she was creating in both of us.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her petite breasts
swayed ever so slightly with her movements, the tips hard, begging for my lips.
But I resisted the temptation. There were too many other things for my senses
to feast on. The way her lips parted with a gasp when she found just the right
angle, and how my flesh disappeared as she took me inside her. The incredible
feeling of her tight sheath squeezing me as she rose back up revealing my
raging hard-on, slick with her wetness. The wild disarray of her hair falling
over one side of her face and around her shoulders. I’d never seen anything so
stimulating in all my life.
Her movements quickened, her breath coming in quiet pants
and whimpering moans. Her hands caressed her thighs and hips then travelled up
to her breasts, massaging then pinching while I watched her spiral out of
control. Every sight, every sound, every sensation heightened my pleasure as
she brought herself closer to release on top of me. My heart was thundering, my
blood rushing through my veins with anticipation.
Planting my feet on the mattress I thrust upward, hard,
fast. Her head fell back and she screamed my name as her back bowed and her
nails clawed at my chest. Never had a woman been more beautiful than Angela
when she was in the throes of passion. My orgasm shot up my shaft forcefully,
violently, and I convulsed while her quivering sex milked every drop of my
release from my body.
Angela collapsed on my chest and I curled my arms around her
and kissed the top of her head. We were both slick with sweat and breathing
hard.
“That was unexpected,” I murmured, still twitching with the
aftershocks of my orgasm.
“I woke up and there you were naked, and ready. You must
have been having one hell of a dream. Anyway, I just couldn’t resist giving you
something back after all the pleasure you gave me last night. Then I remembered
the mirrors Camila showed me and I thought you might enjoy a little bit of a
show.”
“I’d been worried that you might have thought my sessions
with Camila were a bit obsessive.”
“Don’t worry Rook,” she said rolling to the side so her head
was on my chest but her leg was still draped over me. “If I had known about
Camila I probably would’ve been to see her a long time ago. That session with
her was a lot more fulfilling than any of the sex toys I’ve used while imaging
it was you between my legs.”
I chuckled, then I imagined her lying in bed thinking of me
while she pleasured herself and my arms tightened around her reflexively. The
image was definitely groan worthy but it would have to wait for another time. “We
should start getting ready to head out. Dragon told me to take some time off,
but I’d like to check in and make sure everything is under control.”
“I’m not going anywhere without a shower. I’d invite you to
join me, but honestly, I don’t think we’d both fit in my shower together. It’s
small just like my bed. I hope you weren’t too uncomfortable last night.” She
tilted her head up to look at me.
Stroking my hand over her hair I assured her, “As long as I
have you in my arms I will never have trouble sleeping again. I don’t care how
short the bed is. And as far as the shower goes, we’ll have plenty of
opportunities to shower together in the future, you can go first this time.”
She rose up enough to kiss me and when she did the evidence
of our lovemaking seeped out of her body onto my hip. We both froze, then our
lips parted and we looked into each other’s eyes. I didn’t feel the panic I would’ve
expected to feel knowing we’d just made love without a condom. Instead I felt
great satisfaction. My only regret was that any child that could come of this
would not inherit my time travel abilities because we were not yet bound as
anai
.
But how did Angela feel about what we’d just done?
Her eyes looked frightened when she said, “I’m so sorry
Rook. I don’t know what came over me... Why I didn’t even think about getting a
condom first.”
She started to pull away but I pulled her on top of me
instead. “I’m not upset Angela, I loved being inside of you without the condom
between us. If you want me to, I’ll set time back, but I honestly don’t mind
what we just did.”
She stared into my face for a moment with her brows drawn
together. Finally she whispered, “I don’t want you to take back what we did. I
want fate to decide our consequences.”
I felt the side of my mouth curl up in a grin then I pulled
her down for a long, lingering kiss.
When she pulled back she asked, “Have you used your
abilities for birth control often?”
“A few times, but not many. I generally like for the women I’ve
been with to remember me when it’s over, and none of the other women I’ve ever
met would have been able to if I set time back after I had sex with them. Their
bodies wouldn’t even remember.”
“So if you had sex with a virgin then set time back she
wouldn’t remember a thing and she would still be a virgin, hymen and all?”
I nodded.
“Does your body remember everything that happened to it when
you set time back?”
“Yes. If I’m injured, using my abilities to set time back
will heal most of my injuries, but if they were severe enough they will not be
completely healed. Likewise, if I have sex then set time back, my body will
still feel the after effects of what I’d done.”
The way Angela was looking at me was worrisome. I reached up
to smooth her hair away from her face and push it behind her ear. “What is it?”
“Rook, when you set time back after the first detonation of
the bomb at The Gateway I could still feel aches and pains from when I hit the
wall. Then, when you set time back on Dragon’s terrace I could still feel the
spasms of orgasm when I found myself standing in front of Dragon again. If my
mind remembers as your does, and my body remembers as your does, how can you be
sure that setting time back would erase the chance of me being pregnant?”
I was stunned and murmured, “I can’t.”
She gave a nervous laugh. “I guess it’s a good thing we both
just agreed we wouldn’t mind if fate deals us that particular hand to play.”
“A very good thing,” I said as I pulled her down for another
kiss.
Angela went into the bathroom and I got out of bed to do a
security sweep. Her house was clean and neat, small but not tiny, just the
right size for a single woman and a teenager. She didn’t have a lot of
knick-knacks or clutter and her furniture was in good shape if not a little
mismatched. It was a relief to know she wasn’t one of those women who felt the
need to decorate obsessively or collect material objects either for their
monetary value or simply for their sentimental value to the owner.
Everything seemed to be where it belonged and a glance out
the window told me her lieutenant still had her under surveillance. The
betrayal made my blood boil with rage when I thought about it. After everything
Angela had given that department you’d think the people there could show her a
little more trust and loyalty.
When Angela finished her shower I jumped in to clean up and
she said she’d get something started for breakfast. I hurried through my shower
then dried my hair the best I could with the towel and ran one of her brushes
through it. I’d managed to put my pants on but nothing else when I heard voices
rising heatedly from the kitchen and I went to investigate.
As I crept silently down the hallway I listened to what was
being said in the other room.
“You shouldn’t have come back. This isn’t your home any
more. If you want to see Rachel we can arrange something, but honestly, she’s
pretty upset that you haven’t contacted her in so long,” Angela told the
intruder that I guessed was Jimmy, Rachel’s father.
“You haven’t changed the locks yet Angie,” came his smooth
reply. “If this wasn’t my home, you would’ve changed the locks on me. I think
you always knew I’d come back to you again.”
“I didn’t change the locks because I figured you were dead
by now,” Angela snapped. “I mean, if you were still alive wouldn’t you have
called your daughter, or I don’t know; sent me a child support check once in a
while?”
“Now don’t be like that Angie, you know I would’ve sent you
money if I’d had any.”
“It’s been six years Jimmy. What about Rachel? How could you
just leave her like that? And now you think either of us would just open our arms
and welcome you back into our lives? That’s crazy Jimmy. You need to go.” I
could hear the tension in Angela’s voice but I wasn’t sure if she would welcome
any help from me or if she’d want to handle this on her own.
“Just let me stay for breakfast Angie and we can talk about
this. You can sit down and I’ll finish cooking for you,” Jimmy cajoled.
“Don’t come any closer to me Jimmy.” Angela’s voice turned
arctic and I couldn’t stay out of it any longer. I could not stand by and let
that man touch her knowing what he’d done to her in the past. It was hard
enough letting him continue to breathe.
I came around the corner and leaned my shoulder against the
doorjamb with my arms crossed over my chest. Jimmy was near the back door. He
was about six foot, heavily muscled, forty something, with short, medium brown
hair. Angela was standing in front of the stove keeping an eye on the bacon she
had cooking in a frying pan.
“Would you like to introduce me to your friend Angela?” I
was going for calm but even I could hear the anger vibrating behind the polite
words. By the way Angela’s eyes widened I’d say mine were probably turning
silver right about then.