Truth Behind the Mask

by Lesley Davis

  Pagan came off the bed, nearly bucking Erith from her. She moaned softly, trying to catch her breath and not miss a minute of what Erith was doing to her. A hand held her back down and then those small fingers began to reach inside Pagan where she had never been touched before. There was a slight discomfort, but Erith’s fingers moving in and out soon dispelled the ache and created a pressure that was all pleasure. Pagan began to pant, her head full of sensation, her body no longer her own. She couldn’t form words; instead her moans told Erith what she needed to hear. She could feel Erith pushing inside her, felt the muscles inside stretch to accommodate the fingers that mastered her body so forcefully.

  Erith shifted position and Pagan felt a hot tongue massaging her clitoris. She marveled at the rising ache that threatened to burst from her. Fingers tugged at a nipple and Pagan gasped as she was flooded with sensations spiraling out of control. She was climbing toward something that engulfed her entire being. She gripped at the sheets to hang on for the ride. Her sudden climax filled her head with bright lights, a kaleidoscope of colors that blinded her in their intensity and then soothed her as she finally came back down. She could still feel Erith inside her, held in place by her pulsating walls, but Erith’s head was now resting on Pagan’s heaving stomach and she was laying tiny kisses on Pagan’s belly, her hand splayed over her breast in comfort. The look in Erith’s eyes spoke of such love and devotion that Pagan felt a tear spill from her.

  Gently, Erith withdrew and crawled up Pagan’s body to lie on top of her. “I love you,” she said against Pagan’s neck, then moved so Pagan could read the words again from her lips.

  “That was amazing.” Pagan finally found her voice, her heart still pounding wildly. Her body was vibrating with the sensations that washed over her, sweet aftershocks causing her body to twitch.

  “Was it better than flying from buildings with only wires to keep you up?” Erith teased, her eyes drawn to her hand covered with Pagan’s juices. She licked at the wetness, savoring the taste and smiling at the sharp intake of breath from Pagan at the erotic sight.

  “Infinitely better. And I got to do it with you, which was the best thing of all.” Pagan delighted in the feel of Erith in her arms as she snuggled into her and spread her body over as much of Pagan’s as she could. She could feel Erith’s breath against her neck, and it warmed her all over again. She brushed her hands over Erith’s back and down to cup her buttocks. She squeezed them. “I knew you had a cute butt hidden in those baggy jeans you wear,” she said, smoothing a hand over the soft curves.

  “Have you been checking out my ass?” Erith asked, lifting her upper body from Pagan’s chest to stare down at her.

  “I’ve been checking all of you out. But I never dreamed you’d be as beautiful as you are here in my arms.” Pagan ran her hand over Erith’s breasts, trapping the tips between her spread fingers. She rubbed at Erith, then spread her hands down across Erith’s stomach and down over her thighs. “You’re so tiny, yet amazingly strong.” Pagan dipped a finger into Erith’s small belly button and smiled as she wriggled at the tease. “You’re gorgeous. I just can’t touch you enough.” Erith was still straddling Pagan, and Pagan could feel the heat from Erith burn through her. The scent of her arousal made Pagan want to seek out more, and she brushed at Erith’s patch of red pubic hair.

  “Natural red, all the way.” Erith just managed to breathe as she watched with glazed eyes Pagan’s adoration of her body. She shifted as Pagan’s fingers slipped into her wetness and fondled her with such sweetness that Erith cried out.

  Pagan studied Erith’s face intently as she felt the textures that greeted her exploration. She was in awe at the moisture that flowed over her fingers, and loved the feel of Erith’s intimate flesh against her blunt fingertips. She withdrew her hand, noting the look of instant disappointment on Erith’s face. Pagan brought her hand to her face and sniffed the scent she found there, then ran her tongue over the moisture that clung to her finger like honey.

  Erith never took her eyes from Pagan’s face as she watched the sensual performance. Pagan licked her lips, then returned her fingers to where they wanted to be the most. She sat up a little in the bed, bringing Erith up her body so she straddled her waist. From where she now sat, Pagan could suck Erith’s breasts while she pressed farther inside Erith’s treasures. Erith held her arms for leverage while Pagan began to tease at her breasts, licking the hard tips, running her tongue around the areolas and then sucking in as much pebbled flesh as she could. Pagan angled her finger into Erith and pushed through the swollen heat.

  “Oh God, yes,” Erith breathed, her body greedily welcoming Pagan’s intrusion. Her nails dug into the skin of Pagan’s arms as she gripped her closer.

  Pagan waited for Erith to welcome her in more fully, then pressed until she was in as far as she could reach. The vision of Erith impaled on her finger, moving to a rhythm only the two of them knew, was the sexiest thing Pagan had ever witnessed. She could feel Erith’s walls tighten to keep her inside, watched her face as the friction they caused together sent her climbing higher still. When Pagan’s thumb brushed over Erith’s protruding clitoris, Pagan didn’t have to hear to know that Erith released a scream to shake the walls. She watched in rapt fascination as Erith shook and shivered as she pumped inside her, all the time touching the sensitive nub between Erith’s legs. With one last flick of her tongue over an overly sensitive nipple, Pagan pushed hard into Erith’s softness with an extra finger and watched as she exploded on her hand. Erith shivered, and Pagan devoured the sight of the woman she loved finding release at her touch. She relished the feel of Erith’s nails digging into her arms as she rode out her climax.

  Erith collapsed into Pagan’s chest and Pagan tried to carefully remove her hand so that Erith could lie down. Erith’s hand quickly clutched at hers, holding it in place.

  “No, don’t go yet. Let me keep you in there for a moment longer.” Erith placed herself at Pagan’s side, leaving her fingers still firmly inside, Erith’s leg thrown over Pagan’s thighs. “It’s a good thing you can’t hear, because I think I may have just shattered all the glass in the lighthouse.”

  Pagan chuckled and gathered Erith closer to kiss her tenderly on her forehead. She rubbed her free hand over Erith’s bare leg that rested on her stomach. “I saw your tattoo finally,” Pagan said, trailing her fingers up Erith’s thigh. “You have angel wings on your belly.”

  “My guardian angel watches over me in my most private places.” Erith slowly, almost reluctantly, drew herself off Pagan’s fingers. She cupped Pagan’s hand over her mound to not lose the feeling of her. “You’re my first and last port in a storm, Pagan Osborne, do you know that?” Erith leaned up and traced Pagan’s face. “You were my light in the dark that drew me away from the danger that I was slipping into. You got me to safety and became the one that lit my way to something so much better.” She kissed Pagan softly. “Lighting up a future with you by my side, holding me close, loving me.”

  Pagan smiled. “I feel so different. I feel like I left the old Pagan on the roof of the August Dawn Bank tonight and came home as someone wiser. I faced my past head-on and watched a man intent on killing me die because he wouldn’t let me save him. Against all I ever thought I wanted to have happen to him for revenge’s sake, I just couldn’t kill him. It’s not in me.” She brushed at Erith’s face with her fingertips.

  “I’ve seen my future as well, and it’s here in your arms. For all I did tonight, for all that being a Sentinel means to me, my greatest moment was here with you, just sharing our love. Watching you experience pleasure at my touch was the greatest thing I have ever seen. And after tonight, it was my shining light at the end of what has been a very long, dark tunnel.” Pagan stroked at Erith’s bright hair lovingly. “I love you, Erith, and we will guide each other home.”

  “You’re my angel,” Erith whispered and pressed a sweet kiss on Pagan’s waiting lips.

  They snuggled down together, finally giving in to the ex
haustion of the day’s events and their own more intimate excursions.

  Pagan slept soundly, safe in the knowledge that the lighthouse’s beam touched upon a city finally free of one of its biggest night terrors. She slumbered dreamlessly, comforted by Erith’s warmth beside her and knowing that Erith slept secure in her protective arms, having found the peace she too had been searching for.

  About the Author

  Lesley Davis lives with her American partner Cindy in the West Midlands of England. She is a die-hard science-fiction/fantasy fan in all its forms and an extremely passionate gamer. When her Nintendo DS is out of her grasp, Lesley is seated before the computer writing. She has been published in Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments and Road Games: Erotic Interludes 5 from Bold Strokes Books.