a novella by Mardi Ballou
from Changeling Press
an excerpt. Enjoy!
“Let me help you with that.” He steadied her hand with his, and electricity
sparked through her body with an extra large jolt to her clit. Somehow, though,
she managed to complete the complicated process of giving her guest a drink.
“To old times and new,” Dominic toasted.
Her mind went blank when she tried to think of a witty retort. They clinked
glasses and drank.
Dom got right to business. “Tell me everything you know about the tainted
product.” Good. Right now, she couldn’t have dealt with him bringing up personal
Clothilde put her glass down on the desk. “There’s not a whole lot more
to tell than you already know,” she said. “And it’s getting late. I’ll show
you to my guest room so you can settle in before dawn.”
“Guest room?” he echoed.
The way they’d been together, who’d have believed they’d ever stay in different
rooms? Goddess, she felt like a concierge in some hotel.
In a moment, he was holding her again. She had no conscious recollection
of how she ended up entwined around his body, with him cupping her chin and
raising her face for the kiss she craved. As his lips plundered hers, she’d
have sworn no time had passed since they’d last been together. His mouth on
hers felt as natural as the tides of the ocean battering a shore.
He laid claim to her with his lips, his tongue, his teeth, his arms and
the fierce erection she burned to wrap herself around.
“Til. Oh hell, it’s been an eternity. Let me be with you now.” His voice
fell harsh on her ears, and every nerve ending in her body went on full alert.
“I want you so.” His voice quivered on the last words, and her fate was sealed.
He scooped her up in his powerful arms and held her to his chest. Though
she’d thought she remembered everything about her lover, being with him now
she understood the poverty of her memory. “Come to my room.”
“Show me the way, my lady.”
In moments, she had him there, in the place where she’d often fantasized
him. Of course, in her fantasies, she hadn’t been forced to invite him because
of a crisis. But at this moment she’d take him any way she could get him.
“Fancy,” he observed, depositing her on the black silk sheets of her round
bed. Though she spent her days in her single coffin -- with a double in reserve
to share with a lover, should another one ever come along -- she fantasized
about making love in the luxury of the custom made round bed.
A flashback of the horrible video, the doomed lovers, ran through her mind,
and she withdrew from him, horrified by the obscenity of people dying in the
midst of lovemaking.
“Dawn will come soon,” she warned.
“The first time’s going to be fast,” he responded a tad sheepishly. She
blinked rapidly as she drank him in with her eyes, and she was lost. The
first time? Would it be the only time?
* * *
In a flash, they both had their clothes off. For once, his normally fastidious
Til flung her garments aside. He longed to feast his eyes on her beautiful
body, but the prospect of a more compelling feast cut short his visual appreciation.
She lay on the bed, her legs open in invitation. With a growl, he lowered
his head to her nether lips and tasted her musk.
Groaning provocatively, she moved her hips to give him full access. Her
clit, already swollen with desire when he positioned his lips for that first
seductive lick, tasted like paradise. Til’s long fingers ran through his
hair, holding him to her exactly where she wanted him. He’d always loved
her receptiveness to lovemaking, her readiness to show him exactly what she
wanted, how to pleasure her.
Her scent filled him with desire and with the impulse to do right by her.
In her surrender, he could feel her hurt, her confusion and her vulnerability.
His cock, hard from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, now felt near to exploding.
Her sweet musk turned him on fiercely, making him ache to be joined with her
for the release they’d both waited too long for.
“Dom,” Til begged, her voice rough with desire. “I want you in me.” She
moved her leg so she pressed against his cock, and the contact had him seeing
stars. He felt like a horny teenager who’d just scored a night with the prom
queen. He tried to move his cock away from her leg so he’d last longer, but
she wouldn’t let him.
“You have to come first,” he whispered.
“We come together,” she insisted. The determined way she pressed her leg
against him spoke even louder than her words. After a lick and a promise,
he drew his mouth away from her pussy and slid his dick up to the juncture
of her legs.
For just a moment, he lay on top of Til, the head of his cock poised at
her hot, wet opening. After all the lonely dreams, at last he was exactly
where he’d hoped to be. For just that moment, he fantasized staying exactly
where he was, on the brink of ecstasy, forever. But he couldn’t wait another
moment, and he sensed she couldn’t either.
With a gasp, he entered her. In moments, her hot sweetness surrounded him
and brought him home. But the erotic sensations were too delicious to last
for long. They moved together, him arching his hips so his cock slid in and
out of her intimate core. He lowered his face to hers, and she scraped her
teeth across his lower lip, drawing a thin trickle of blood, which she promptly
licked. He could tell that this preliminary taste fired up her appetite.
“God, I want you,” he growled as he plunged deep inside her.
His cock, stroked by the subtle movements of her intimate muscles, massaged
her tight sheath. Each point of contact brought him to an ecstatic edge, and
he held on by his fingertips.
“Oh, darling,” Til whimpered.
2006 Mardi Ballou