Devin flipped her over, and she lay on her back as he slipped her feet over his shoulders. The position was the deepest one yet, and Adele couldn’t believe she could even take his length, let alone enjoy it. But enjoy it she did.
He fucked her slowly, letting her catch her breath, until he worked himself up into a rhythm.
“Oh, yes,” she panted, pinned under him, helpless to move at all. “Fuck me, big boy. Fuck me hard.”
He picked up the pace again and fucked her harder and faster. His cock slipped in and out of her wet pussy, juices dripping down her ass. He leaned back a bit and held her legs open and up as he pushed on her thighs with his hands. He stared down at where they were connected.
“You have a beautiful pussy,” he said, not missing a thrust.
“Thank you,” she said.
“I’m going to paint it one day. Adele’s tight, beautiful pussy.”
Adele giggled and let herself drift back into the pleasure zone.
Devin pulled his cock out, studying how her pussy gaped and slowly closed without him inside her. He pushed his cock in again, slowly, watching as her lips received him. He worked her firmly, then harder, until he was frantically fucking her once more. Adele couldn’t talk as she gasped and panted from his size and power. His cock was hitting her G-spot, and before she could help herself, a stream of come sprayed out from her. He held her pussy open wider with one hand, keeping her thighs pushed up with the other, working his cock on her G-spot until she squirted again.
“Oh,” she gasped in surprise. “Oh...”
“Oh,” Devin cried, staring intently at her pussy. “I’ve never seen that before. Not in real life.”
“More! Do it again,” she cried out. “Don’t change anything, just do it again.”
He kept fucking her, and she ejaculated some more. The bed sheets were dripping with her come, and she didn’t care. She was in another world, on another planet. Her body was just one continuous source of pleasure.
At last, she could come no more. She leaned back, her eyes shut. Devin apparently sensed the shift in her and put her legs down. He crawled up on the bed and lay down beside her, then tipped her to her side, holding one of her legs up as he slid into her.
“Mmmm,” she moaned as he fucked her gently at first. As his pace picked up, he sat up more, leaning on her leg, pounding into her pussy.
“Oh, baby, come in me,” she cried. “Come in my wet, hot pussy.”
He pushed again and again and finally he stiffened and cried out. “Yes,” he shouted. “Oh, Adele, oh my God.”
She could feel him pulsing inside her, his cock warm and twitching. His breath was heavy, and he pulled out of her, flopping onto his back.
“Oh, my God,” he sighed, catching his breath. Adele turned to face him, her own breath still coming in gasps.
She stroked his hair from his face, touching his glistening forehead and cheek. Gently she kissed him on the cheek. “You’re amazing, baby.”
He stared up at the ceiling, then turned his gaze toward her. “You are most amazing, Adele. I think I’m in love,” he sighed and closed his eyes. Adele stared at him, not quite believing the words she had just heard. His snores were light and gentle as she slipped from the bed to go clean herself up.
Once in the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. There was Adele, the face she had seen for forty years staring back her, bright-eyed and pink-cheeked. Adele, who had just heard for the first time in a very long time that someone might love her.
She splashed some water on her face and returned to the bedroom to curl up with her lover.
Chapter Six
Examine a situation fully before jumping into it.
Adele sat on the couch, staring at the TV while she munched on toast. The morning news was on, with dire information about her beloved town. The murders in Hermana were now being blasted all over CNN and the other national news networks.
Three bodies had now been found on the beach.
Adele watched the footage of Hermana with interest. The news crew had chosen to shoot the beach at dusk, giving the town a more mysterious feel. They had waded along the beach, explored the groves of trees, climbed the icy rocks, all the while pointing their cameras around as if they would offer up clues that countless investigators hadn’t turned up earlier.
The local authorities refused interviews, and a spokesperson for the town said not enough information was available to release to the public just yet.
One reporter, a young and nosy keener, was pulling at straws, trying to put a spin on a story that wasn’t spinning. She showed pictures of vampires, monsters, even one of an old-fashioned witch stirring a cauldron.
“The village of Hermana is steeped in magic and mystery,” she said. “Founded by twin witch sisters, there has always been something not quite right in Hermana. Now, these unexplained deaths show there might be more to Hermana than meets the eye. There haven’t been this many dead bodies in this short of a time frame in more than ten years in Hermana. Back then, after much speculation about vampires and werewolves and other inexplicable mythical creatures, the culprit turned out to be quite human. The last instance involved a serial killer, but he’s been locked away for a lifetime. But for hundreds of years, many deaths in Hermana—though not ruled as murders—have remained unexplained.”
Adele stood and turned off the news.
There had been many deaths in Hermana, even in the time she’d lived there, but most of them never made the news. Many were never even reported to authorities. Humans were a vehicle for other creatures, and for humans with ill intent. Creatures coveted human body parts, whether blood, brains, or flesh. Some people wanted a hand or an eye for a spell. Jealous lovers had taken hearts.
It was strange to see this spate of murders on CNN, though. She wondered how the information had slipped out so far and so fast.
Adele decided to check her horoscope before she headed out to work.
Be patient. Things aren’t what they seem, and you don’t have all the facts.
Well, wasn’t that true about most things most of the time? It seemed like almost every day lately, she had a similar horoscope. It didn’t matter which column she read. It seemed she was out of the loop, in a holding pattern.
At least meeting Devin had shaken things up a bit.
She was feeling so revitalized that if the weather hadn’t been so cold and the streets so slippery, she would have gone jogging. Instead, she figured maybe she would make an attempt to get back to the gym one day. Devin would no doubt appreciate her more if she shed a few pounds.
Devin...
After his last visit, he had left in the middle of the night. She remembered waking to his soft kiss as he said good-bye and let himself out. She wouldn’t have minded if he wanted to stay, but he had whispered that he needed to get back to his place, that he needed to paint.
Adele couldn’t have stopped him if she’d wanted to—and she didn’t want to. She knew the grip of the muse, how it would take hold and let her think of nothing else until it was done. She knew he was painting Harmoni once more. What visions had he had while they made love in her space?
She checked her e-mail and was pleased to see Devin had sent her little note, as he was growing into the habit of doing every morning.
I hope you have a wonderful day at the shop. I’m looking forward to class tonight. And I’m hoping you will come over so we can explore Harmoni a little bit more.
Love, Devin
Adele blinked.
Love, Devin
They had barely known each other two weeks and already he was signing his e-mails with “love.”
Taurus was ruled by the planet Venus, and some Taureans were hopeless romantics. She guessed Devin was one of them.
She went into her bedroom and dressed.
How could he be in love with her so soon? It wasn’t possible. They barely knew each other. They hadn’t even shared childhood stories yet. In fact, they knew very little about each oth
er at all, except that they liked to paint and fuck.
Adele slipped on a sweater.
What more did she really need in life from a man than to paint and fuck, really? She had her home and her store. She had a life. All she needed was a companion. And heck, Devin was not only a companion but a fellow artist. A peer. A lover. Someone who shared the same glorious sense of art and mystery.
She stared at her hands as if they weren’t her own. The flesh was tight and soft. Her fingers had lost the wrinkles and saggy skin that had been forming. Harmoni was some kind of fountain of youth. Or was it Devin himself?
She wondered how long it would last. Would her flesh stay firm until it naturally aged again, or was it only good for a short amount of time until her next trip to Harmoni?
My next trip.
She wasn’t a fool. She knew returning to a land like that would have consequences. Didn’t Brigadoon and Shangri-La? There was always a price. So far, everything seemed to be good. She was looking younger, but there was the growing nuisance of auras shining far too brightly. Maybe that was the price. Heightened senses to go with her youth.
Never mind, she thought.
Adele pulled on her jeans and found a scarf to wrap around her neck. She remembered to bring an extra sweater to wear for class. There was still time to quickly down another half cup of coffee, and then she was on her way.
* * *
The day passed with people coming and going and with talk of murders on the beach. Adele listened to each and every story, gazing at her merchandise to avoid the glare of excited auras. They had different spins on the same information. Some suspected foul play, others suggested suicide. One person even deemed the victims “not of this world” and decided that what looked like death to most people was in fact a form of transcendence.
Adele didn’t know what theory was the most plausible. She herself had only recently begun to entertain the notion that other worlds or planes existed. And she was almost positive they were true. If they weren’t, how did Devin have the same experiences?
But the dead bodies. This was something different. These were real, solid, perhaps flesh and blood, perhaps something else. She doubted there was something else. Someone would have leaked it somehow by now. The world was ready, hungry even, to have believable proof of the unbelievable.
The bodies were reportedly intact but somehow collapsed or hollowed out. There was no blood loss or wounds. If they’d drowned, wouldn’t the bodies have been bloated?
Since she herself had not seen the bodies, she could only share in the others’ speculative theories.
She found it hard to believe that all three people were unidentified. Maybe they were drifters. There certainly were enough of them in Hermana, but that was usually a summertime thing, not something that occurred in the winter months. Big cities such as Boston were better places for vagrants. There were warm doorways and more people willing to hand over money to those sitting on the streets.
At class, Adele’s mind was only partially on her lesson as she led the students through a meditation and talk about auras. The blinding lights of the students, coupled with her concern about the bodies, kept her distracted, and she had to keep backtracking her thoughts.
She told the students how to see the auras and what strokes to paint them with for this particular class. She was interested in how they would convey emotion through the use of their textures, not colors. But the fact was, she didn’t want to see paintings with color. The vibrancy of her students was enough for her eyes.
They seemed disappointed that they were to paint in black and white, but studiously set to work without a word. Adele wandered over to Madeleine and studied her work. Darkness upon more darkness sprawled across the canvas.
“This guy seems sad.”
Madeleine nodded. “Yes, I’m trying to show Jake when he’s distressed. I was remembering one of the times in the tunnels of the asylum.”
“And those are some ghosts?” Adele pointed.
“Yes, ghosts too,” Madeleine said. “With their own auras.”
“Very complex and good work.” Adele continued to the next student. One by one, she examined paintings of sadness and despair. Even Devin’s usually exuberant style was muted and somber.
“Why so sad?” Adele said.
“It is sad today,” Devin said. “Harmoni needs us.”
Adele raised an eyebrow at him and nodded around the class.
He shrugged. “Harmoni needs humans. I’m not sure why, but it does.”
“How do you know?” Adele asked.
“I feel it. Like I always feel it,” he said and continued to paint.
Adele watched him for a while, noticing his eyes were dark and cloudy. His concentration on his work created a duller aura around him than usual. Adele looked around the class and saw that almost everyone’s auras had dimmed a bit as they filled their canvases. It was a welcome relief to the glaring brightness she had witnessed earlier in the class.
By the time the class was over, her students seemed tired and depressed. It was normal to feel exhausted after working with dark and dim colors. Despite that, Adele was feeling great and could hardly wait to go to Devin’s house.
* * *
“Here we are again,” Adele said. “I’m beginning to feel a sense of déjà vu.”
“Or maybe it’s just routine. Sometimes I like routine,” Devin said.
“You would, you’re a Taurus. Me, my life is so ordered these days, you could set your clock by it. The store, the teaching, back and forth, same time, same place every day, every week.”
“And the beauty of it is, you know what to expect when you wake up,” he pointed out. “Me, I have no routine these days except for your classes. In the summer, I’m going to try to be a lifeguard, but right now I’m doing a lot of reading and painting. I keep trying to find out more about this whole idea of going into paintings.”
“Have you found anything?”
“Nothing we don’t really already know. We generate some kind of energy when it’s the two of us. And it has to be the two of us...” he said sheepishly, lowering his eyes.
“Oh, so you can’t go there alone,” Adele said.
“Not so far. And I’ve tried,” he said.
“You’d go without me?”
“I was just curious. To see if it would work,” he quickly said.
“Oh, I’m just kidding. You are free to go wherever you want. I have no hold over you.”
“I appreciate that,” Devin said as he leaned forward to kiss her lips. His flesh was warm and soft as his lips touched hers. “Although, you’re the only one I want to go there with.”
Adele took his face in her hands and kissed him long and hard. When she pulled back, she laughed. “You’re adorable.” She smiled.
“I’m not, but I’ll take your word for it for now,” Devin said.
Adele pushed him back on the couch and deftly unbuttoned his pants. She wiggled his jeans down, and before he could say a word, she had his cock in her mouth. She looked up at him slyly as she took him all the way. He grew firmer in just the first gulp. By the time she had sucked him a few times, he was much harder and bigger.
She stepped back from him and rubbed her hands along her sweater. She rolled and cupped her breasts, strutting sideways and bending over so he could appreciate her fullness from all angles.
With a slow wiggle, she pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it casually. She pranced around in her bra for a moment, then went over to him. As she straddled him on the couch, he tried to reach up for her breasts.
“Not yet,” she coyly said, pulling his face into her cleavage. “Mmm, can you appreciate my fullness now?”
His comments were muffled as she gyrated on him, smothering him with her breasts. At last, she leaned back, and he stared at her with a flushed face.
“God,” he said.
“You like?” she asked, arching her eyebrow. She slowly slipped one of the straps from her shoulder, holding her
breasts with her arm. She wriggled out of the other strap and shimmied a bit for him, kissing him teasingly on his nose.
“I like a lot,” he said as she slipped her bra away and let her naked breasts fall free. She leaned over him so they hung in his face. She raised herself so her nipple was dangling just slightly out of reach of his mouth. He leaned forward to grab it with his lips. He sucked her hard. She held her breast for better control, smiling at his sweet face.
“I love it when you play with my tits,” she said.
He sucked harder and pulled his head away slightly to tease her with his tongue. “I love your big tits,” he sighed between sucks. She moved around until her other breast was in his face. He pursed his lips out and suckled on it.
“Mmmm,” he sighed.
“Suck me, baby,” she cooed.
He licked and sucked her nipple until it was hard and sticking right out, then grabbed her breasts and squished them together. He licked from one nipple to the other and back again, slurping and suckling with hunger.
She stepped back from him, one last suck of her nipple making a loud suction noise. She turned around and slowly lowered her pants, wiggling her voluptuous bottom.
Adele looked back at him, winking, holding her pants just under her round, full bottom. His hand had found its way to his cock, and he grinned, his hand moving faster.
She leaned forward so her butt was sticking in his face and slowly lowered her pants to her knees.
He kissed one round apple cheek gently. She pressed back toward him, and he licked the full mound from the bottom to the top and back again. He did the same on the other side.
Before she could move, he was up and bending her forward until her hands were hanging on to the coffee table. He grabbed her by the hips and pushed his condom-wrapped cock into her moist pussy.
“Oh!” she said with surprise as he slammed into her.
“Yes,” he said, grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. He rode her quickly, pumping into her with growing excitement.
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