Echoes in Eternity (The Pella Series Book 1) (26 page)

Her sex tightens up around me like a snug glove, and I thrust into her more. Her eyes roll back in her head, her hands tangled in my hair pulling hard. Her lips desperately seek mine to be fucked at both ends. Her incoherent shouts of my name are lost, and I swallow all her pleasure while giving her all I’ve got. Her legs clasp around my torso to spread the waves of orgasm going through her body. I thrust into her three more times, before I lose myself in a mind and body shuttering orgasm only she can give me; I come copiously, in thick spurts. 

Her legs are finally limp, her arms lax, and her head lulled onto my shoulders; I carry her by my bed, reluctantly pull out of her and stand her up on the floor. My cock is covered with the evidence of her lost virginity and our sex. The drips of semen run on her inner thigh and two large drops land on the floor.
 I raise an amused eyebrow at her and she blushes crimson. 

“I’ll clean us up,” I whisper, and scoop her off the floor carrying her in my arms into the bathroom.
 I turn the shower on, and start cleaning her legs up gently. 

“Shower?”
 I ask raising my eyebrows. 

“Oh...” she replies, “I don’t think I have any strength left to stand up,” she whispers in a chagrined tone, going red to her hairline. I lift her chin up with my index finger. “Oh angel, there is also a horizontal shower in there,”
 I point in the direction of the large Roman bath with my head. I lift her up and walk her into the shower. The lights are dim, and soothing. I lay her on the long shower bench raised off the floor about three feet with the warmed up stone on its basin. Walking to the docked iPod in a waterproof casing, I turn on Mozart’s “Duettino Sull’aria” from the Marriage of Figaro. 

The shower water is just the right temperature, spraying on her from six different trays with gyrating nozzles, and rains on her back gently, relaxing her completely.
 I had this shower built akin to the ancient Roman and Greek baths I have missed. I squirt body wash over a large sea sponge and gently start rubbing circles on her shoulders, around her neck, slowly going down her spine and her buttocks. A relaxed moan escapes her lips. She’s lying on her front; her arms folded under her head, her eyes closed in the most relaxed state. I set the flow of water with just enough pressure to stimulate her skin but low enough pressure so that I can take as long as I want with the process. I soap her back all over and it is slowly washed off. 

I bend her
 left leg back on the knee and soap it as well. Abandoning the sea sponge, I pour bath oil in my palm, then I place her foot on my shoulder and slowly as her leg still bends at the knee, I slide my biceps and triceps over her calves sensually, massage her leg. I lower her leg on the basin and pay the same attention to her ankle, heel and instep with only the tips of my fingers and thumb. I massage the pads of each of her toes. I repeat the process on her right leg, molding her under my licentious touch. After letting the water wash the oil off her feet, I take her big toe into my mouth, and suck it slowly and sensually. Her core tightens immediately, and a lustful sigh escapes her lips. I graze her instep with my teeth and put it down. She groans her protest when I put her foot down, making me grin. 

I walk to the middle of the basin, I turn Elissa over. I soap my hands and lather her neck, massaging her shoulders, wash under her arms,
 and her sides. When my fingers reach her belly button, my breath hitches. It’s so damn sexy, semi-deep, oval, and has a crescent on one side. What I would love to do to it right now! But I swallow, and only run my thumbs around her navel, and deep in her belly button; knowingly stimulating her ovaries directly below and sending pleasures to her core directly. Then my fingers glide to her thighs, purposefully avoiding her breasts and her sex. Involuntarily she arches her back off the basin; her gesture begging for some attention to her breasts. Her eyes follow my movements, pleading. I want her to want me with the same fathomless ferocity that I crave her. I’m starved for her; I want her to tell me that she wants me explicitly.

“Am I neglecting you in some way Ellie?”
 I murmur, sensually. She blushes, and closes her eyes, embarrassed to still crave me after all of the loving, last night and this morning. Her index finger flies to her mouth chewing the side of her index fingernail. She closes her eyes, blushing. I slowly saunter to the side of her beautiful head like a predator. 

My lips hover barely above her ear, and I whisper without touching her, “Ellie, don’t be embarrassed. Least of all with me... I want you to tell me what you want, where, and how you want it,” I command her. Her body shudders, and she closes her eyes tighter, covering her face with her arms. 

“Don’t hide from me,
angel. Look at me...” I coax her softly. I hold her arms, and gently pull them away from her eyes. She slowly opens her sapphire eyes shaded by thick dark lashes. 

“What do you want, baby?”

“Wash me...” she whispers.

“I thought I was,” I say giving her a lopsided smile.
 Then I fix the intensity of my darkened gaze on her face, my voice, a caressing whisper:

“Where exactly do you want me to wash you, Ellie?” I
 ask deliberately. 

“Wash my breasts, and my sex,”
 she murmurs swallowing, and my cock rises into full salute. 

“Yes, ma’am!” I reply. I soap my hands and place them under the swooping curve
 of her breasts. Then slowly I move my hands towards her outward pointing, perky nipples; I cup her well-toned breasts and knead them achingly slow. The gently raining shower water slowly washes the suds off her breasts in rivulets. My hands move down her body lazily and teasingly towards her sex. Lathering my hands with body wash again, I slowly palm her sex. My fingers glide over her bloom. I tease the small patch of hair over her pubic bone. She arches her hips up into my palm. I skate one finger over her inviting slit. Her hip angulate hungrily. Two fingers... A moan escapes her lips; my palm teases her clitoris until all the suds run out of her sex. 

“All clean...” I say. She scrambles trying to sit up.
 

“What?
 No! I mean... I mean... what?” she asks completely stunned. 

“You asked me to wash your breasts, and sex. I’ve done just that. Is it not to your satisfaction, Ellie?” I ask seductively with smoldering eyes. The shower water lazily rains on her hair and body running
to beads, trailing over her breasts, dropping from her nipples, and slowly running off her body. She parts her wet hair, and pushes it back with both her hands in exasperation, looks at me with pleading eyes. Then covering her face with her hands she whispers.

“Are you going to leave me like this?” she asks softly.

I stroll towards her standing only a few inches away from her.

“Like...how...
 Ellie?” I ask slowly, each word a caress. My breath is on her, but I don’t touch. Her eyes fly open, chest heaving, lips parted. 

“Craving you... your touch on me...”
 

“Tell me how you want to be touched, angel. Tell me your desire,” I say.

“Alex...” she says, with longing. “I’ve never had, or experienced any of these feelings until yesterday,” she says as she looks down at my wet, bare feet. “I don’t know how to be touched. Surely, it’s not normal...” she says covering her face with her hands. I slowly hold her hands, bringing them up to my lips, kissing each of her knuckles tenderly. 

“Talk to me, angel...” I encourage her.

“I’m scared...” she says swallowing, searching my eyes. “I’m scared that it’s wrong to desire someone... You,” she says
 visibly swallowing as she holds her gaze on my face, “with this intensity... with this... this ferocious hunger,” she says slowly. “It can’t be healthy or good...for me, or for you. I’ve known you for all of one day, and...” she shakes her head, looks down onto the floor.

“Angel,” I whisper tipping her chin up, keeping her eye contact with me. “You can’t
 be expected to follow the same norms set for humans any more than they are expected to follow norms of any other species... We are only half human. We live longer. We are stronger. Much...” I say kissing her lips, “much...” I whisper into her mouth, “much stronger.”

“That means more stamina,” I say wrapping her legs around my torso as my erection folds over her belly, “and
 we don’t always forge strong bonds, but the ones we do forge are...” I say biting her lower lip as she closes her eyes and gasps in shudders, “...permanent.” 

“Alex,” she whispers.
 

“Is it healthy to blend this and working for you as your assistant?”
 

“Yes. It can be done,” I murmur to her ear as I caress her back sensually.
 

“I don’t want you to think you’re obligated to me, or responsible for me in any way. So, don’t feel obligated if I’m not fit for the job you are offering, or, for this here...” she says indicating. “I’m okay with that.” She makes a move to get down.
 

“Hey...” I say, tilting her chin up, and capture her hand lowering it to my groin.

“Does that feel like you’re not fit for me to you?” I say making her grasp my full erection, thick veins throbbing under her palm. She gasps. 

“N...no...” she stutters.
 

“Then, trust me when I say that I want you, here,” I gesture with a swoop of my hand to indicate my house, “here,” I say taking her palm on my chest, “and here,” I say grasping her hand, making her stroke every inch of my cock. “And the job is yours. It’s always been yours,” I say softly. She blinks.
 

“No.
Let’s just do the trial like you intended. Only if you think I’m capable of doing it... If not, I’ll get another job,” she whispers. 

“Ellie...” I whisper. “What we have here,” I say, my gaze solemn searching hers, “is beyond words. I want you with the same ferocity... maybe more than you desire me.
Is that something bad for you to be around?”

She hugs me. Tight.
 

“Why? Why? Why do I feel this way? Why do you feel that way?” she asks softly.

I want to tell her about us. But I can’t; not without harming her. Marcus made sure that no one had the ability to tell her about the past. She had to remember it on her own, when she was ready. She’s still human and the weight of her past, of what is waiting for her is too much for one young woman to handle. How could she when humans most often are buried under the burden of one single life let alone fifteen like Elissa has had? The burden is only mine to carry for now. How I long to tell her that she has been the last dream of my soul. Old voices in my head calling me to her; my soul seeking hers, our eternal love impelling me to seek her. The dark fear in me always creeps up to taunt me that our love would be silent forever. But this new beginning, this renewed sensuality, this touch, our connection gives me a new fight to conquer the world once again. She’s no longer just a dream that I wake up and somehow find myself empty, deep in the abyss. She is the one that gives purpose to my life. She’s my inspiration. She’s my love. She’s my life. 

“Why Alex?” she asks again seeking my face this time.
 

“When I say, what I have to say,” I say looking into her eyes unblinking, “hear me out first. Don’t judge. Don’t think with the norms of humans, of people, of what
 you've been taught as you grew up a human girl. Think in terms of a child of a human, and an immortal angel...” I say softly. I seek her face. She thinks for a minute, then nods solemnly. 

“You know what I’m going to say, don’t you angel?” I say cocking my head to the side. She blinks repeatedly. I want to tell her I love her, that I have always loved her since I first saw her image in my head. But I can’t tell her that just yet.
 

“We have forged a bond. You and I... It’s an unbreakable, unshakable bond. It’s soul deep. And men may use this expression towards the object of their affection and it may mean a lot for all they can feel, but, what I feel for you is this tremendous attraction towards you which
has overmastered me from the very first glance at your image. I can’t resist it. I can't resist 
you!
 You... and you alone have the power to draw me to good or evil, to the fire of Hades, to the fields of Elysium, to my own bottomless abyss, or to the heights of ecstasy, or to eternal torture. What I want is you. If you were to deprive me of you, it would ruin me...” I say baring my soul to her, my eyes dilated, fear surfacing. Her hands hold my face and she whispers. 

“I feel the same for you... But I don’t understand why, Alex. Surely, this
 isn't good. This is unhealthy...” 

“Remember, you promised to not to think like a human. We are only half human. We’re more
, capable of immortality. Our angel fathers had the same strength. There’s much you need to learn about who you are... I can show you the existence you are capable of living, take you to the peaks of pleasure no human man can show you... I want you Elissa Duncan!” I say leaning in seeking her gaze, our lips only a whisper away. 

She closes the breath of a distance, and our souls unite once again.