Anew: The Epilogue (6 page)
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Authors: Josie Litton
Against my throat, Ian murmurs, “Later, I want to tongue
fuck you but this will do for now.” As he speaks, he increases the pressure,
driving me upward relentlessly.
I cry out as I’m seized by an orgasm so intense that it
feels as though I’m shattering into a thousand pieces. My legs give way. Only
Ian’s arm around my waist keeps me upright. I’m still shaking as he turns me to
face him, bending me backward. A gasp escapes me as he pulls down the top of my
dress. My bare breasts spill out. He groans at the sight of them and draws a
nipple into his mouth, sucking hard before biting just sharply enough to send a
bolt of pleasure-pain through me.
“Wicked girl,” he whispers, taking my mouth again before
lowering me slowly to the floor.
I settle on my knees, breasts bared and my dress bunched
around my waist, as he unfastens his jeans and frees his straining cock.
Holding it firmly in one hand, he stares down at me and says, “Suck me.” His
beautiful face lights with a breathtaking smile. “Please.”
I’m distantly aware that more people on the floor below have
noticed us. They continue writhing to the music as they watch the erotic show
we’re providing. A dark, illicit sense of excitement runs through me. Without
hesitation, I lean forward and take his hot, straining crest into my mouth. My
tongue flicks all around him, lingering on the underside, before I draw him
deeper.
Ian groans. He shoves both his hands into my hair, holding
me in place, and thrusts his hips forward slowly and carefully.
“More,” he murmurs.
I willingly oblige. The scent and taste of him fill me. A
heady sense of power courses through my veins. I love doing this to him, love the
effect I have on him, the way he comes undone for me.
But not this time, not yet. Too quickly, he pulls away.
Staring down at me, his gaze bright with love and lust, he yanks off his
T-shirt, then grabs hold of my shoulders and pulls me up.
“Turn around,” he says. “Put your hands on the supports.”
I do so, grasping the smooth metal rods that hold the skyway
suspended from the ceiling of the club.
With my breasts freed and my dress around my waist, I’m
fully exposed to the crowd below. They’re cheering, stomping their feet,
clapping, and--I can’t help noticing--more than a few are fucking right along
with us.
The tiny part of my brain that is still functioning is in
shock. I’ve never thought of sex--tender or rough, fast or slow, fucking or
making love, all of it--as anything other than intimate and private. But this--
This seemingly public display is so wicked, so wild. I can’t
believe it’s happening at the same time that I can’t bear for it to stop.
Ian leans over me, the soft hairs of his chest brushing my
bare back. His voice is a hot, rough rasp. “Don’t let go,” he warns. “This is
going to be intense.”
I’m dripping wet and so hot, my pussy empty and yearning. The
need to be filled by him is all consuming. All my desire and love for my
husband pours from me in a single gasp.
“Please!”
He drives into me with a long, hard thrust, his sack
slapping against my buttocks as he sets a swift, pounding rhythm. Sweat streaks
down his chest onto my back, mingling with my own. The metal rods are slick in my
palms. I cling to them as the frenetic tempo of the music rises to a crescendo.
The feel of his thick, long cock inside me is beyond bliss. Greedily,
I push back against him, drawing him even deeper.
“Oh, fuck!” he groans and grasps my breasts, squeezing,
kneading, tugging at my nipples, stretching them as he is stretching me inside,
demanding that I take all of him. I arch my hips and do so, my eyes closing on
a wave of ecstasy. So deep, so good!
I can feel his heart pounding along with mine. Both of us
are breathing harshly. Reaching between my legs, he rubs my clit as he
continues plunging into me. We move to a primal rhythm, borne along on it as
the rush to orgasm builds remorselessly.
“Come for me, baby,” he demands against my ear. “I want to
feel your hot, soaking pussy clenching all along my cock.”
His salacious words coupled with his blatant possession hurl
me over the edge. The entire skyway feels as though it is shaking, swaying to
the pulsing music and the fury of our passion alike. The orgasm that explodes
in me is, as he promised, intense but the powerful ripples of it have scarcely
begun to ebb before another builds, this one so ferocious that it frightens me.
My eyes fly open. The writhing crowd below is nothing more
than a blur. Blackness threatens at the edges of my vision but between them
hot, white lights are erupting. Thrusting deeper into me than I think he has
ever been, Ian shouts my name. His big, hard body jerks again and again with
the force of the release that seizes us both.
Hot jets of his come spurt into me over and over, washing
away every thought, every fear, leaving only the rawness of our passion and my
all-consuming love for him. Still in the grip of shared orgasm, we collapse
together onto the floor.
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Sometime later, I stir to the gentle touch of fingers
stroking my cheek. Opening my eyes, I find my husband gazing at me with
consummate tenderness shadowed by concern.
“Too much?” he asks, his brow furrowed.
Before I can stop myself, an unladylike snort escapes from
between lips swollen by his savage kisses. “Not for me but if it was for you--”
He throws back his head and laughs. “Are you kidding? Apart
from the fact that I’ll never be able to take you to a dance club without
getting a raging hard-on-- I probably couldn’t have done that anyway. But I
thought this was--” He breaks off, at a loss for words to adequately describe
what we’ve just experienced.
“Astounding?” I suggest. I can’t stop smiling. Being with
him like this--so honest, so free--fills me with joy and gratitude. “Mind
blowing? So good that it’s amazing it isn’t illegal?”
“All of that and more. You are--” I flush under the heat of
his gaze. He doesn’t have to tell me how utterly wanton I was. Nor do I have
any doubt how much he enjoys me this way.
“You are more than I could ever have dreamed of,” he says
and kisses me with tender passion.
When we finally draw apart, Ian sighs. “I suppose we should
at least try to get up.”
I burrow down more comfortably on the floor of the cage.
“You first.”
He laughs and gets to his feet with what I can only think is
remarkable stamina. Too sated to move, I stare appreciatively up the long
length of his superb body as he adjusts his jeans.
“If you’re trying to impress me,” I murmur, “you really
don’t need to bother. I’m a given where you’re concerned.”
His smile broadens. He bends down and sweeps me up into his
arms. “And I with you, sweetheart.” Cradling me close, he steps from the
simulator and carries me from the so-aptly-named Cabinet of Secret Delights. He
doesn’t pause until we reach the bathroom.
Having set me down on a padded bench, Ian presses a button
on the side of the large tub. It begins filling with steaming water scented
with citrus and eucalyptus. Swiftly, he strips us both. I wince a little as I
get into the bath, then laugh when he joins me and does the same.
“Do you think we may have overdone just a little?” I ask,
confident of his answer.
“Perish the thought, woman.” With a devilish grin, he
gathers me to him. “Besides, that was just the first scenario. From what I saw
on the controls, a couple of hundred more are pre-programmed in. Of course, we
can also add our own.”
My mind reels. “Of course--”
“Where would you like to go next?” asks the man who is at
once my dark prince of sensual delights and the husband with whom I have found
the truest and most fulfilling love.
Brushing my lips over the broad span of his shoulder and
down his sculpted chest, I come to rest over the strong, steady beat of his
heart. A deep, abiding sense of contentment fills me. Nothing in all the world will
ever make me happier than simply being with him.
Still, I ponder his question, considering the possibilities,
all that awaits us not merely in the hidden room but here in the palazzo where
we met, in the city to which we must inevitably return, and beyond, through all
the years to come.
I don’t underestimate the challenges that we will face but
far from being intimidating, they fill me with excitement and hope. My trust in
Ian is such that I have absolute faith in our ability to face anything
together. Where he goes, I will go, joyfully.
Gazing up at my husband, I see all the love and passion I
have for him returned in the tender heat of his gaze. Smiling, I touch my lips
to his and say, “Surprise me.”
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