Mayan Afterglow (4 page)

Chapter Five

She seemed more like a little girl than a woman when she
emerged from the apartment. Her wet hair hung down past her waist. The fluffy
white robe enveloped her like a pastry around sweet filling. The thought of
tasting that filling shot blood between Ian’s legs and his cock immediately
came to attention.

He’d found a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and poured a glass. He
held up the glass and asked, “You want one?”

She inclined her head and sat down on the floor next to him.
Her back rested against the couch just as it had been earlier. The fire still
crackled and sizzled from the damp wood.

He handed her a glass. She downed it in one swallow and then
gagged and coughed.

“Easy there, champ. They call it sipping whiskey for a
reason.”

“I’m a little nervous,” she admitted.

He put his glass down and took hers away too. “I would never
hurt you. If you want to change your mind…” He paused and closed his eyes,
trying to push down his arousal. “It’s okay.”

Turning into him she brushed his hair off his forehead. “I
don’t want to change my mind, Ian. I want this night. I want you.”

Her words set fire to his groin and his chest tightened with
something he’d never felt before. Lust, yes, but he felt more than just a
desire to possess her body. He yearned for her. His heart ached with passion
for this woman. His preoccupation with body parts a couple of feet lower pushed
all those other ideas from his head.

He took her hand and kissed the palm before moving it down
to where she could feel his arousal. Her eyes opened like large blue saucers.
For a moment he thought she would run away but she tugged gently at the tie to
his robe until it fell open. Her small hand gripped his cock and stroked him
slowly from base to head. Her fingers were warm and soft and her featherlike
stroking rippled to every nerve ending in his body.

Try as he might he could only take so much of her gentle
ministrations. Moaning her name, he picked her up and placed her so she was
straddling his lap. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. Her tongue
was cool and fiercer than he had expected. Her hands continued to work on his
cock. Still kissing her he gripped her ass and gathered her closer.

She released him and pulled the tie on her own robe. Ian
stopped kissing her and watched as the giant robe loosened and exposed a strip
of milky white skin from her neck down. His eyes traveled down to the patch of
hair at her pussy.

He rubbed his knuckles over the soft hairs.

She gasped.

He looked up. The blue of her eyes was so bright they
disarmed him.

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” he said. “I hope I
don’t embarrass myself.”

She smiled brighter. “I think you’ll be okay.”

He moved his hands to her hips just inside the robe. Her
skin was soft and warm and she vibrated with his touch. Sliding his hands up to
her waist caused the robe to open farther. One breast exposed, he leaned
forward, took the perfect morsel into his mouth and moving his hands to just
under her arms gave the other breast the same treatment. His cock jumped in
response to the sound of his name on her lips. It sounded like a prayer.

It wasn’t enough. He wanted more of her. He was starving and
she was manna. Pushing the robe down her shoulders, he kissed her neck, her
collarbone and her chest between her breasts.

“Aileen, I’m sorry. I can’t wait.”

“Then don’t.”

Her voice rasped with the same desperation he felt.

Lifting her up, he moved down just slightly. Her hand
reached between them and she guided his shaft inside her as he lowered her onto
him.

He cried out so loudly that he had no idea if she also
called out. She tried to move up but he held her in place for a minute.

“Are you okay?” he heard her ask.

“You’re like heaven, Aileen. Wet and silky, and if you don’t
hold still for just a minute I’ll come before we even get started.”

She laughed. The sound was deep and full and he felt it
vibrate around his cock.

He groaned and then drew one perfect nipple into his mouth
and sucked hard. She cried out and rose up on her knees before plunging down
again around him. He reached between them and gently rubbed her clit as she
moved up and down.

“Ian.”

She rose again calling his name over and over again. His
gentle manipulations grew faster and more intense as did the pace of their
fucking. Her head thrown back, she rose and descended while screaming
unintelligibly and calling his name. He could feel his climax building with an
eroticism he’d never before experienced. She sank down one last time and
collapsed forward against his chest. His cock was deep in her pussy as her body
pulsed around him. She clutched him so tightly she might have bruised his
shoulders.

Without letting his cock slide from her gushing pussy he
moved her to lie on her back. His body covered her and he slid forward and back
in tiny strokes. They were both covered in sweat. Her round breasts rubbed
against his chest tantalizing him. Every inch of her body slid against his. He
wanted to hold back, make it last all night but she was too tight, too sweet.
Suddenly he lost control and pumped into her harder and faster until the orgasm
racked his body and he arched his back, pressing forward one last time. She
screamed and he felt her come again as his seed filled her.

Rising up on his elbows again, he gazed down at her. “Are
you okay?”

Her eyes opened and she smiled. “I’m good. You?”

He grinned down at her. “You’re a whole lot better than
good. You’re amazing.”

“Mmmmm,” she purred and eased him down on top of her again.

He rolled to one side wrapping his arms around her but
taking his weight off her slim body.

She shivered.

The fire was down to embers.

Ian got up, covered her with one of the robes and moved to
the hearth. He added several pieces of wood before stoking the flames back to
blazing. It only took him a couple of minutes but by the time he came back to
her she was asleep. He made a place for himself under the robe that covered her
and leaned her back against his chest. She wiggled her behind to perfectly fit
against him.

He smiled and wondered at his own happiness. He couldn’t
remember the last time he’d been so thoroughly satisfied, so content. The
tightness in his chest bordered on painful. Breathe, he told himself, but
exhaustion took care of his worries.

* * * * *

The lodge glared with the dark red of a new day when he woke
up and realized he was alone. His first instinct was to rush out and find her
but he knew she was near. Somehow, just as he’d known she was in danger the day
before, he knew she was still at the lodge.

The fire had gone to ash but with a little prodding, a flame
flickered to life and Ian added two logs. He yanked on his jeans, flannel shirt
and boots and walked out onto the porch.

It was warmer and the icicles hanging from the roof dripped
steadily. The snow covered the wheel wells of the Chevy. It was day but as expected
there was no sun so the melting snow did not glisten. She was sitting on a
bench swing, dressed and wrapped in the other bathrobe. Across her lap lay the
rifle.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked.

“Shhhhh.” She pointed to a spot just off the parking area where
the snow had drifted away and a patch of bare soil hosted a bright red
cardinal. The little bird pecked at the soil and then scratched with his
pronged feet and pecked again.

Ian stood perfectly still watching. Finally the bird plucked
a small worm from the ground, swallowed it and disappeared into the trees.

“I haven’t seen a bird other than crows in months,” he said
moving to sit next to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her
close against him.

She settled in like she belonged there and the pain in his
chest returned.

“Neither have I, but things are changing, Ian. I can feel
it.”

“What do you mean?”

She turned in his arms and peered up at him. Her eyes’
watery depths made his breath catch. In another time he would have liked to
keep her with him always. In another time she probably would not have given him
a second look.

“The house where you found me is the house where I was born.
It was where I lived my life. In fact before the End of Days I had not traveled
much farther than New York City in my life.”

He thought about the changes she had endured over the last
ten months but asked, “What does that have to do with this change?”

“After December I was pursued by Mictlan almost immediately.
I ran, but he found me. He cannot come into this world without help. He tried
to use my gift to break through and would have succeeded if you hadn’t come.”

“How did he capture you before?” Ian feared the answer but
asked nonetheless.

“Somehow he can track me. He has help like that creature
yesterday. All of his minions don’t look so hideous but the smell is always
there. They fester because they should not live in our world. One of them
trapped me and brought me to him.”

“When was that?”

Her eyes filled with tears. She shook her head. “May, maybe
June.”

He tightened his hold on her. “And where did he keep you all
these months?”

She shrugged. “The place is not solid so it’s hard to
describe.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“Almost constantly.”

He cradled her head in his hand and held her to his chest.
Kissing her hair, he said, “I’m so sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry about, Ian? None of this is
your fault.”

“Yet I feel as if I should have come for you much sooner. I
know it sounds nuts. I didn’t even know you existed until a few days ago, but I
should have come to you.”

She pushed away enough so that she could look him in the
eye. “It’s all part of the journey, Ian. I have to go to Mexico, stand on the
Pyramid of the Sun, look down the Avenue of the Dead and face Mictlan on the
Pyramid of the Moon.”

“And what will happen?” he asked, frowning.

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

He moved away from her completely and stood up from the
bench so fast that it swung back and forth and she had to grip the arm to keep
in place.

“You don’t know, but you’re willing to travel thousands of
miles to stand on some ruin. Are you some kind of virgin sacrifice? I can
assure the ‘powers that be’ that you are no virgin.” His anger flooded out with
the words.

When he turned back he expected to see hurt or anger in her
eyes, but she just smiled sadly.

He turned away.

“Ian, look at me,” she said, more like his mother than his
lover.

He obeyed.

“Why did you come to Lake George?”

He threw his arms out to the side. “I told you already. I
don’t know. It was a coincidence.”

“How did you know that I needed you yesterday in the
bedroom?”

His mind reeled thinking about how his heart had begun to
race while he built a fire. She was still upstairs when he’d known she was in
trouble and he had to get to her. “I just knew,” he said.

Amused, she asked, “And this morning, did you search the
entire house for me or come directly here?”

“I knew you were here,” he admitted in a voice barely above
a whisper.

She stood up and crossed the porch. Her head on his chest,
she wrapped her arms around him. “I have to go to Mexico, but you don’t. You
will be safe if you stay away from me, and I want you to be safe.

“I have no idea what will happen. I could very well be some
kind of human sacrifice. I only know that I have to go.”

He kissed her hair and lifted her until she wrapped her legs
around his waist. She was smiling and looking down at him. He shrugged. “It
should be warmer in Mexico. I’m getting a bit tired of the cold,” he said, his
gaze never leaving hers.

He thought she would be happy but her sorrow was palpable.

He leaned against the house feeling stricken. “You don’t
want me to come with you.” It was not a question.

She took his face in her hands and kissed his lips. “I need
you but at the same time if you left me I would know you were safe. I want you
with me, but I fear that staying with me will mean your death. I don’t want to
watch you die, Ian.”

“I’m not that easy to kill.” He grinned and she couldn’t
help smiling, too. He continued, “But if you wanted to try screwing me to
death, I’m willing to risk it.”

She giggled and the vibration against his chest made him
think of her laughing while he was inside her and he was instantly hard.

He backed into the house with her still wrapped around him.
He didn’t put her down until they were inside, and then he sat her on the
reception desk and pushed the robe from her shoulders. He kissed her breasts
through the cotton tunic she wore and then blew on the moistened material.

She groaned and arched her back giving him better access.
She hadn’t tied her boots and they fell to the floor. Ian tugged at her
leggings until they slid over her legs and feet.

Cupping her ass in his hands he lifted her slightly. She
leaned back on her elbows as his mouth came down between her legs.

Her screams and moans echoed through the house. The closer
she came to completion the harder he was. His cock pressed painfully against
the fly of his jeans but he wanted her pleasure, needed it. The taste of her
was like nectar. He licked the inner tissue and sucked that tiny bud until she
screamed out in satisfaction.

Slowly she came back to herself. He picked her up and walked
to the couch where the fire was still burning. He undid the buttons of his fly,
releasing himself from confinement. Before he could climb on top of her his
cock was wrapped in her delicate hands. She leaned forward and took him in her
mouth. He cried out with delight.