She closed her eyes against the assault of intense pleasure that swept over her. Her whole body vibrated ablaze with delight as she crested the waves of release.
“Open your eyes,” Alex groaned.
Anisa slowly opened them.
“I want you to watch me f**k you.”
He moved faster, sliding in and out with quick hard thrusts. Anisa gasped as her muscles tightened around him. She could feel her orgasm quicken and harden. Her breath hitched in her throat. She couldn’t handle it. It was too much.
She let her legs drop. “I can’t. I can’t handle it.” She panted.
Alex grabbed her legs and pushed them back toward the table, trapping her there. “Yes, you can.”
She moved her head side to side, groaning. “I can’t take it, Alex. You’re too much.”
He slid his c*ck out slowly then thrusted back in hard. Anisa gasped, almost losing her breath as jolts of pleasure radiated up her body. He slid out again and thrust in fast and hard. He dug his fingers into her legs and picked up his pace. He panted wildly as he pumped into her again and again. Sweat poured off his face and neck and dripped down on her belly.
Anisa let herself go. She stopped fighting the jolts and let them ripple over her unhindered. She cried out as her orgasm slammed into her, taking her over the edge into a free fall.
Alex grunted and groaned as he buried himself deep inside. He fell forward, grabbing onto her shoulders and burying his face in her br**sts, as he came. It felt like an extreme rush of power as he emptied himself in her. He could feel every pulse of his c*ck in every single muscle of his body. He saw white spots behind his eyes, and felt a ringing in his ears. Then he thought of nothing but the waves of intense pleasure that rolled over him, drowning him in its intensity.
They lay like that until they could both breathe again. The chiming of the clock brought Alex out of his stupor. It rang twelve times. He could feel Anisa stir beneath him. He felt the gentle touch of her hand on his head, softly stroking his hair. He took in a deep breath and lifted himself off her chest. He avoided her eyes and let his c*ck slip out of her.
He backed up and tucked himself back into his jeans. He couldn’t look at her. He felt very lost and confused. Never had he let go like that before. He had always been restrained even during sex, afraid of his insatiable appetite and his strength. He was always afraid of hurting someone. He couldn’t look her in the face and see that look of pain and hurt.
“You didn’t hurt me, Alex.”
Her voice broke into his thoughts almost as if she read his mind.
“Look at me.”
He looked up at her. She sat up on the table, her legs dangling over the edge, a playful smile on her lush mouth. Her br**sts still jutted up and out of her bra, the ni**les were red and erect. Her skin was flushed a soft pink. Her hair was in disarray around her face, and her eyes twinkled mischievously. He felt his c*ck twitch in his pants. Damn, if he didn’t want her all over again.
“You didn’t take what I didn’t offer.”
“I’ve never been like that before. So out of control.”
“Me either.”
Alex rubbed a hand over his face. “I didn’t even think of protection.”
She smiled. “It’s all right, I’m on the pill.”
He sighed in relief. God, he had been so reckless.
He always thought ahead of time, always prepared for the moments after. Now, as he stood there still vibrating with desire, he felt unsure of himself.
“I’m going to go. I’m sorry for coming here like this.”
Anisa chuckled. “Don’t be.” She raised her leg and touched him with her foot. She rubbed it sinuously up and down his thigh. “And stay.”
He could feel his c*ck begin to harden from her playful caress. He had never met a woman so sensual before. So blatantly sexual, and comfortable with herself.
“Why?”
She slid off the table and brushed past him. She shed the remnants of her torn dress and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him completely na**d except for her silver amulet, and unashamed in her beauty. Putting her hands on her hips, she cocked an eyebrow.
“Because I am not nearly done with you. You had your turn to be in control, now it’s mine.”
Alex was mesmerized. She looked like a warrior Goddess standing defiantly before him. He swore a wind blew through the room and rustled her hair around her. And her eyes flashed like diamonds. He was completely powerless against her. He had came here to conquer her, to conquer his obsessive thoughts about her, but instead he had been overcome and mastered.
He took a step toward her and her outstretched hand. He was a goner, plain and simple.
Chapter Five
Alex opened his eyes and turned his head. The Aclock’s red glowing numbers told him it was only three in the morning. He sighed and turned his head to the other side. Anisa laid curled on her side, her slender back to him. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. She was fast asleep.
He sat up carefully and swung his legs over the side. He glanced back at Anisa to make sure he had not disturbed her. She didn’t stir. He rubbed a hand over his face and hair. He couldn’t sleep. He felt too restless.
He stood and looked around for his jeans. He found them hanging off the arm of the reading chair in the corner of the room. He slipped them on, quietly tiptoed out of the bedroom, and found the bathroom down the hall.
He should be exhausted after the two-hour f**k-a-thon they had. His c*ck still throbbed painfully as he took a piss. The woman had been insatiable. They both had. He scratched his sagging balls and wondered if he even had any come left. Not likely, he thought. He had had her every which way they could think of. On top, from behind, in the behind, standing, sitting, crawling, on the bed, on the floor, on the chair, even on the bathroom counter where she could see every detail in the mirrors.
He chuckled to himself. He had never met a woman so liberated. He would never have to worry about their sex life getting stale and boring. He was sure that Anisa could keep them going for a lifetime.
A lifetime? Shit, where had thought come from?
Alex rubbed his face again and wandered down the hall back into the kitchen. He filled a glass full of water and guzzled it down. A lifetime? Damn, he didn’t even think that way when he got married to Valerie. He knew they would have a good run, but he never thought he would stay married forever. They had made it six years. Not too bad in this day and age of quickies and one-night stands.
Alex looked around the kitchen at the mess they had made. The pieces of the broken teacup were still scattered around the tiled floor. The other cup lay on its side on the table, tea splattered over the surface.
He grinned and turned back to the big pot on the stove. He looked in and took a whiff. The smell was familiar and went straight to his loins. His c*ck started to twitch. Alex backed away from the stove.
The last thing he needed was another hardon.
He backed up and wandered into the adjoining living room. A small but homey fireplace graced one wall; an antique sofa and chair sat before it. He sat down on the sofa and rummaged through the magazines on the coffee table. There was an assortment, ranging from fashion to psychology. He looked down under the table and spied a worn red-leather bound book.
He picked it up and looked it over. There was no title on it and looked very old and used. He flipped it open. On the first page, a poem written in an elegant and looping style graced the page. He read its flowery prose. This was Anisa’s spell book, her grimoire. He snapped it shut. He would not invade her like that.
He went to slide it back under the table when a news clipping fell out from between its pages.
Alex picked it up and read it. It was dated a year ago. There was a small grainy picture of a young, smiling man. Beside it was his obituary. Nick Hand, 23, died suddenly on October 31, 2003. Leaves behind his father, Nick Sr., his mother Tanya, and two siblings, Jordan, 20, and Ann Marie, 19.
Alex’s head jerked up. He heard a rap at the balcony doors. He looked over at the doors and thought he saw something in the window. He stood abruptly, dropping the news clipping, and ran to the door. He peered out into the night. The unseasonable sultry breeze swept over him from the opening. He opened the door wider and stepped out onto the deck.
He peered into the dark of the woods, straining to see something. He saw a flash of movement in the trees. It was definitely something glass, reflecting the light from the house. A telescope or a pair of binoculars could produce such a flash. Alex frowned.
Could someone be watching them? With the murder still so fresh, he knew he couldn’t take a chance. What if the murderer was in the trees watching him right now?
He didn’t have a weapon. He left his gun at his house. Alex glanced around at the deck. He spied a hand-held three-prong rake. He picked it up. It would have to do. He stepped off the deck into the back yard. He made his way quickly across the lawn and out the back fence toward the surrounding trees.
As he stepped into the foliage and onto a rock, he looked down and realized he had come out here with no shirt or shoes. What was he thinking? He wasn’t, that was the problem.
Something flashed again through the trees, luring him forward. Alex. He perked up as his name floated to him on a breeze. Alex. The whisper called to him seductively. He took another step into the woods. He walked through the trees without care or concern.
Branches scratched his arms and chest and rocks dug into the soles of his feet, but he did not feel it.
As he neared an opening out of the trees, he saw another flash. He walked toward it. As he stepped out of the woods and into he clearing, he saw a silver necklace hanging from a lower branch on a tree. He reached up and grabbed it. It was a necklace with a heavy amulet on it. An Egyptian anhk, exactly like the one Anisa wore.
He cradled it in his hand and wondered how it got here. She had been wearing it when they had had sex.
He remembered touching it reverently as she rode on top of him, hard and fierce and desperate.
He looked around the clearing. Could she have snuck out of the house and gotten here before him?
He didn’t think so. In the glow of the full moon, Alex spied the tree stump. It still had the red cloth over it.