Ravish: The Awakening of Sleeping Beauty - By Cathy Yardley Page 0,51
him in her mouth.
When she released him, she felt his hands, wet with something, massaging her breasts, her stomach. Then, his hot, searching mouth devoured every inch of her skin. She gasped and writhed beneath his thorough tasting. Then, she felt him part the lips of her labia, then stroke her most delicate skin with something cool, juicy, and fuzzy. The peach slice, she realized.
When he replaced the slice with his mouth, drinking in its juices, she came like a gunshot.
“This is the best flavor of them all,” he said, his breath warming her thighs.
“Jacob,” she said, in a hitching breath. “Jacob…”
She altered their angle, shifting so that she could feel his cock, positioned at her head while his head remained between her thighs.
“Wait,” Mahjani’s voice interrupted.
Rory didn’t want to wait. She made an impatient, hoarse sound in the back of her throat.
The blindfold came off, and for a moment, Rory was blind, adjusting to the light. Then she looked around her.
The platters of food were moved off to the side. The cave was drenched in the warm candlelight of hundreds of votive candles, each in a holder of a semi-precious stone, glistening in rich jewel tones. The incense wafted in a looping cloud, and there was a music box playing delicately. Mahjani stood in the shadows, her eyes dark yet luminous. She was only wearing a filmy nightgown, and her breasts were erect, as well.
Rory looked at Jacob. His cock was presented in all its huge, erect glory, right in front of her face. She glanced down. He was staring at her pussy like it was the best gift he’d ever received. He licked his lips. They were both sticky and slick with food: she was wet with orgasm. For a second, she felt a moment’s apprehension.
What am I doing?
“Just feel,” Mahjani’s voice drifted over to her.
Rory reached out for Jacob’s reassuring warmth. He leaned forward, his fingers reaching for her clit, massaging it back to its prior erect state. She shivered and moaned softly, her muscles pliable as clay. She opened her mouth, sucking on the tip of his cock as she felt the rough-soft texture of his balls in the palm of her hand.
He replaced his fingertips with his mouth, sucking on her clit, roughing it with the edges of his teeth. She gasped, suckling more intently. He pressed one finger inside her pussy, and she took him deep enough into her mouth to gag.
Suddenly, their lovemaking moved like rushing water: she could feel him writhing against her, tasted his salty, smooth cock as he lapped at her clit, smelled the rich scent of their lovemaking as her skin tingled with strange, overwhelming waves of desire. He came in her mouth as she orgasmed, and she tasted the tangy shot of his come, lapping it up eagerly, tracing the fissure of his cock with her tongue as he shuddered and moaned against her wet cunt.
They rolled away from each other, on their backs, staring at the candlelit cave ceiling. The world seemed brighter, more intensely colored. Rory took a deep breath.
Suddenly Mahjani appeared from the shadows.
“I think,” she murmured thoughtfully, “that you’re ready.”
Chapter Nine
Mahjani sat in the office attached to her classroom at NYU, poring over some old texts she’d purchased in Haiti. The handwriting was barely legible. She carefully transcribed a step into her computer.
“Light the black candle, put out the raw rum mixed with sugarcane,” she muttered as she typed. Then she rubbed at her pounding temples. She’d been working on this ritual for the past few hours, since her last class was dismissed. It was already dark out: the ceremonial masks and paintings she’d gathered, as well as her small altar, looked ominous in the fading light. She’d stay here till midnight or later, if she had to. Jacob wanted to perform the ritual tonight, but there was simply too much to prepare: the right herbs, the drawings, how they were going to handle the animal sacrifice. The fact that she would have to write everything out for Jacob to do by himself only made things harder. If he missed a step…if anything went wrong…
She frowned, her fingers hitting the keyboard with more force than necessary. Nothing would go wrong. The girl’s life, and Jacob’s, depended on it.
She barely registered footsteps entering her classroom. When her office door shut, she jumped, her heart pounding. Her hand reached reflexively for a long, curved ceremonial knife.
Aaron stood at the doorway, in the heavy shadows made by