A Wishing Moon (23 page)

She came near to him, trying to remember what the physical therapist had told her. The bottle of oil sat on the bedside table and she retrieved it, pouring some in one palm and then rubbing her hands together, warming the oil. Taking a deep breath, she began working the muscles of his back, rubbing out the knots and kneading the hard, warm flesh. Arabella visualized healing blue light coming from her fingertips, using this opportunity to ply her traiteur skills. She moved her hands up his back and then down, paying careful attention to his spine. She drew her hands down both sides and settled on his lower back intensifying the pressure she was putting on his muscles. Despite the lack of wisdom in the act, she could not resist massaging his beautiful buttocks. She heard him groan at her fevered touch.

“
Arabella, I’m coming off this table, before I cum on this table.” Even though he meant the remark to be humorous, she did not feel like laughing.

She felt like losing her virginity.

She stepped back as he dismounted. His penis was already completely distended, full and heavy with need.

“
You look like a virgin bride in this gown,” he whispered.

She swallowed hard and answered him carefully.

“
I am a virgin.” He knew that secret. What would he say if she told him she longed to be his bride?

“
Not for long.” He pulled the robe off her shoulders and the gown over her head.

“
I don’t think we finished your massage.”

“
You can touch me anytime you want to, sweetheart, but right now I am dying to touch you—all over.” He drew her down onto the bed and then covered her with his body.

“
Be careful with your back,” she warned.

“
Don’t worry, I plan on following the doctor’s instructions, but right now I feel wonderful.”

* * * *

She hugged his neck and kissed his eyes and cheeks. “I am so glad you feel better. I want you to walk and run and do everything you used to do, and everything you ever wanted to do.” Her lips moved across his jaw and down his neck, her tongue darting out to taste his skin.

Jade endured her tiny kisses until they became unbearable. “Enough!” He pulled her arms from around his neck and pulled them over her head preventing her from moving an inch. She was completely at his mercy. “Remember how you teased me, ordered me not to move, and tormented me with your hands and mouth?”

“
Yes,” she gasped hoarsely.

“
It’s my turn, now,” he breathed.

And so the loving began. He kissed her face, her lips, and her neck—warm, gentle kisses that spoke words to her heart his lips had not uttered. He lowered himself on the bed, until his face was even with her full, round breasts. He put a hand on either side of her breasts and he pushed them together, his gaze scorching her skin. He rubbed his face over the soft mounds of flesh, and then began feasting on them with his mouth. He paid special attention to her nipples, he knew she loved having them kissed and suckled. As he paid homage to her breasts, taking as much of them into his mouth as possible, she began to moan.

She had promised to be still, but he felt the little movements begin. Despite her best efforts to be motionless, her hips undulated in small tight circles. “I don’t know if I can stand it, it feels so good.” Arabella keened her delight. Still he licked, nibbled, kissed and massaged her breasts with his tongue and lips, her nipples hardened. At his attention, her breasts swelled and grew proud with the love being lavished on them. Finally, he moved lower, kissing down her narrow waist and over her flaring hips. He pressed his lips on the very edge of her womanhood. Aroused beyond words, her hips lifted slightly, as if offering herself to him in soundless surrender.

“
Climb on top of me now, Bella.” He lay down and pulled himself back on the pillows so his head would be elevated.

“
Okay, you’ll have to tell me what to do.” Unaware of her actions, she touched her own breasts pulling slightly at the nipples.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She straddled his hips, waiting for him to give her further leeway to the wonders to come. “Raise up on your knees, sweetheart.” She did so and he cupped her vagina, massaging the labia and inserting his fingers deep inside her. He thrilled to find she was hot, wet and more than ready for him. Still, this was her first time and he would have died before he ever caused her any pain or discomfort. He continued to move his fingers rhythmically inside of her, and she began to tremble slightly.

“
Jade, please, please put him inside of me.”

He smiled at the ‘him’. She was the sweetest thing. “Oh love, you’re so responsive, aren’t you?” Even in the throes of passion, he could not help but compare her and Kate—and Kate came up way short. At her request, he took his own member in his hand and gently guided the head in to brush against her canal. In their dreams, this had been thrilling, but the reality rated ten thousand times better, because she was here in his arms and he could move and shout and buck and pleasure this woman to his heart‘s content. His penis probed her heat as she welcomed him into her body. “Now, baby began to lower yourself down and take as much of my shaft as you can stand. If it starts to hurt, tell me to stop. You’re in control now.”

* * * *

Arabella took a deep breath and began to lower herself on his huge sex. Initially, her muscles rebelled at the invasion, but gradually they grew accustomed to the new sensations and they began to relax and accommodate his throbbing cock. Joy began to bubble up inside of her. It was happening! She could feel herself stretching, easing down and accommodating more and more of him, until at last her hips settled on his groin and she was filled completely. A sense of power and an uncontrollable desire to move rushed through her.

He lifted up his hands and she weaved her fingers into his, using them to balance and support, as she began to rotate her hips in small circles. He caught his breath and closed his eyes. Then, she began to slowly rock back and forth, still rotating her hips. She marveled at the pleasure each movement brought. Arabella grew bolder, lifting herself, stroking his shaft from the top to the bottom with her sheath, the interior muscles contracting, grasping and squeezing. She brought his hands to her breasts, offering them as a sacrifice to his roughened fingertips and hungry palms. Over and over again, she slid up and down the thick pole, making sure he was loved to the full measure. Even though this was her first time, his desire, his pleasure and his need were never out of her mind. He threw his head back and the muscles in his neck corded with tension, he began to raise his hips as the heat began to build. Arabella couldn’t be sure, but she thought a volcanic eruption was imminent.

Closing her eyes—she just enjoyed. It felt amazing! The pleasure, the friction was so perfect she felt this was what she’d been born for—to accept and treasure each stroke and caress. His hands on her nipples pushed her over the edge—she lost herself, slamming down against him repeatedly.

The velvet caress of her impossibly tight sheath catapulted him into oblivion. He exploded inside her, shooting his seed deep within her womb. The pleasure was relentless as she massaged, convulsed, and clenched him in maddening, white-hot lava. Even after he’d come, her interior muscles kept involuntarily contracting around him, tenderly insuring he felt every ounce of ecstasy that was his to claim. At the very end, she ground her hips into his, allowing the pearl of her clitoris to spasm against the ridge of his pelvic bone.

Still cherishing him deep within her, she leaned down on him surrendering to his gentle embrace.

“
You are so passionate, precious. Nothing I’ve done in my life has prepared me for you.” His voice caught in his throat when he tried to speak. “Bella, loving you was perfect.” They slept still joined in the most intimate of ways.

Chapter Eleven

The time with Detective Garrison had meant more to Elizabeth than she would ever admit. She could tell he was interested in her. Her feelings weren’t so easy to define. Despite her brashness, Elizabeth felt things very deeply. After Tom, she had sworn to never let her heart become so bound to another person. Her husband’s death had been a near fatal blow to her heart. Now she felt torn between the possibility of a new beginning and the safe haven of her present life.

The time had arrived, however, to read Lyle Sessions’ garment. She held the old shirt in her hands, the closeness of something that had touched his body made her skin crawl. Despite her revulsion, she ran her fingers over the fibers. Then the blinding visions came. She saw Kathy and Lea cowering on the ground at Lyle Sessions’ feet. The crazed man, heaving with excitement, drew back a weapon and began to club Kathy Townsend over the head. Their terrified screams pierced Elizabeth’s heart. After three or four blows, Kathy quit screaming. The little girl cried pitifully ‘
Mommy, Mommy, Mommy’
over and over again. The last glimpse of horror Elizabeth gleaned from the killer’s shirt was one final blow to the little girl’s skull. At that moment, she saw the weapon was undeniably, a boat oar drenched in blood.

Elizabeth shuddered with the confirmation that Lyle Sessions killed their neighbors. Cold chills ran down her back as she remembered Evangeline’s encounter in the woods and the close proximity both of them had to the psycho just yesterday. She dialed Tyler on her cell and he answered after two rings.

“
Detective Garrison.”

“
Tyler, its Elizabeth.”

“
Hey, it’s good to hear your voice. Last night was fun, but next time I’d like to be alone with you.”

“
I think that could be arranged,” she said, worry in her voice.

“
What’s wrong Elizabeth? You don’t seem like your usual smartass self.”

“
I told you last night I took one of Session’s shirts from the clothesline in order to see if I could get any psychic information from it.”

Tyler let out a long breath. “Yes, I’ve been expecting him to come in and file a complaint on you all morning.”

“
He won’t be that stupid,” She replied emphatically.

“
Why not, did you put a spell on him?” he teased.

“
No, he’s guilty of murder and he won’t risk getting close to you or any police officer.”

“
What did you see, Elizabeth?”

“
I saw Sessions club Kathy and Lea to death with a wooden boat paddle.”

“
Elizabeth, as much as I would like to go over and search every inch of Sessions’ property, I can’t get a warrant based on a vision. I need more.” She could tell by his voice he wanted to act on her revelation, but his hands were tied. She understood.

“
Well, he’s insane. He tortures animals, I found dozens of cat hides nailed to his house and shed. So, I trust he will slip up and give you some concrete reason to search his property. I just hope no one else has to die before that happens.”

“
I know you’re disappointed—but trust me,” Tyler promised her. “I will not let you down.”

* * * *

The morning had been so busy Arabella and Jade could not find a moment to be alone. She had slipped out of bed while he was still asleep to get some orders in the mail. Her intentions had been to return to bed and wake him with a tender kiss, but the physical therapist had called and said she needed to move his appointment up from ten to eight.

A little later, Arabella received a call from Rachel Townsend. The coroner had finally released the bodies of her family and Rachel had the heartbreaking task of making funeral arrangements. Arabella’s heart bled for her.

“
Let me help you, Rachel.”

“
I don’t even know what to ask for,” Rachel confessed.

“
Let us bring food over for your visiting relatives, and please, let us come over and give your house a good cleaning for you. I know you don’t feel like doing that and it would mean a lot to me to be able to do something for you.”

The gesture of friendship seemed to touch Rachel and she told her where a key was hidden. She had been staying at her sister’s house in San Antonio, since the investigation began. The house just had too many memories for her to be able to endure staying alone. Kathy’s ex-husband and other relatives would be coming in for the wake and funeral, so the Wimberley house was the logical place for them to stay and it needed sprucing up before they arrived.