ZenithRising

by Marilyn Campbell

  “More,” he ordered in a low, deep voice and went back to massaging her breasts.

  He moved his swollen erection against her bottom, proving just how excited he was by her masturbation and since exciting him was her goal she would give it her best effort.

  Though she hardly needed the lubrication, she put two fingers into her mouth and slid them out slowly before slipping them back between her cunt lips. She caught his gaze in the mirror and held it for several heartbeats before she fulfilled the rest of his request. Her eyes lowered and she watched her fingers toy with the tiny bundle of nerves, dip into her slit and massage herself into a heightened state of arousal.

  She wanted to stop. Wanted to force him to fuck her with his big, hot cock. But it was suddenly too late. A frenzy of need overtook her and it didn’t matter how she achieved her release. Her fingers frantically rubbed her clit as his hands lifted and squeezed her breasts. Seconds later her entire body trembled in his arms.

  One of his hands covered hers, holding it firmly on her cunt. Applying the slightest pressure, he rhythmically continued the massage until the quaking stopped. “That was even hotter than I imagined,” he murmured against her ear.

  She smiled softly into the mirror then turned around in his arms. Her fingers curled around his penis and tightened. “Hot, yes. Satisfying? Obviously not for you. There must be at least one more part to the scene you had in mind.” Her fingers drummed along the length of him.

  His mouth curved into a grin. “Hmmm. I think you might be right. There was one other image I had in my head while you’re still wearing this thing.” His fingers trailed over the lacy back of the garter belt and down the ribbons to the stockings below her bottom. Then he sighed aloud. “Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like our savior thought of leaving us condoms with the cash and clothes.”

  She smiled up at him and stroked his cheek. “Such a gentleman. But it’s not a problem. At least not on my part.”

  His hands immediately stopped roaming and settled on her waist as he sincerely said, “Nor mine. I never have unprotected sex. I swear. The truth is I’ve had more sex with you than I have in months. A lot of months. But whatever this is between us, well, let’s just say, when we’re not doing it, I’m thinking about doing it. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is…I’m clean. But pregnancy is still a possibility. Although, to be perfectly honest, I wouldn’t be sorry. It’s just that I’d want it to be your choice.”

  “Aww, that’s very sweet, Noah. But unnecessary. I can’t get pregnant. Because I have horribly painful periods, I get a quarterly injection that keeps the frequency and severity to a minimum. But as long as we’re being honest, I want you to know I have never experienced chemistry like we have. I told you long ago I was in no hurry to be in a relationship or have sex. When I finally did, it was too painful to repeat for a long time. Over the years I did try a few more times but it was always the same. I finally just gave up.”

  He ran his fingers through her hair. “I don’t hurt you, do I?”

  She smirked at him. “Believe me, you’d know. It’s completely different with you. Not only is there no pain, like you, I’d be happy if we never got out of bed. I thought it was just my fate to never know what great sex was supposed to feel like.” She gently kissed his lips. “Thank you for showing me.” She kissed him again. “And thank you for worrying about getting me pregnant.”

  “I wasn’t worried. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t either.” He pulled her snugly against his body. “Now that we’ve had the conversation, I think a little consummation is in order. However, it will require a slight change of venue for what I have in mind.” He guided her over to stand at the foot of the bed then he lay down on his back with his hands behind his head. “Now, as much as I’m enjoying the view, feel free to act on anything that comes to mind.”

  She giggled as she watched his upright cock bob for her benefit. He had been very specific about what he wanted before but his current position left the next move completely up to her. She took a moment to enjoy the power he was granting her. He was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen and, at least for the time being, he was all hers to do with as she pleased.

  With exaggerated slinkiness she crawled up onto the bed with both his legs between hers. Bending forward, she kissed the head of his penis, swirled her tongue around the tip and gave it a little suck. Instead of taking it fully into her mouth however, she cupped her breasts and molded them around his shaft. It flexed against her chest and she glanced up to see his eyes widen with appreciation. Once again, knowing she could arouse him with her body was more than enough to embolden her. Later, she would make him come with just her breasts but she had something else in mind at the moment.

  She slowly released his sex and straightened her back. By shifting her lower body, her cunt was poised directly over his cock. She was so slick with her own juices, all she had to do was part the labia and ease her hips downward. In one smooth slide, her vagina welcomed him home.

  It felt like the first time. Again. Noah didn’t know how that was possible but every time their bodies came together it seemed to him that he had never experienced anything so incredibly arousing or a fit so absolutely perfect. He watched her pretty pussy ease up his shaft, sucking like a little mouth then swallowing him whole once more. He could stare at the erotic disappearing act all day…if it wasn’t pushing his restraint to the limits. Unable to keep his hands behind his head once she started to increase the pace of her up-and-down movements, he grasped a tit in each hand and squeezed.

  He was rewarded with a gush of wetness all around his cock and he nearly lost it. His gaze roamed over her face, her breasts, her navel, the sexy garter belt, her cunt. There was nothing about her that didn’t turn him on. And yet he wanted to make this ecstasy last a little longer. He tried to think about where they were.

  It didn’t matter.

  He tried to think about when they were.

  It mattered even less.

  No matter how he tried to distract himself, every thought came right back to Maggie, the girl who got away. Maggie, the woman riding him like a wanton cowgirl on her favorite stallion.

  She pressed her hips hard against his then shifted back and forth, back and forth, rubbing her clit against him faster and faster. He felt her vagina begin clenching and unclenching as her breathing quickened.

  He didn’t have to hold back any longer. His hips bucked up and down, repeatedly thrusting as deeply as she could take him. When she cried out with her climax, he was right there with her, galloping blindly into oblivion.

  It took all his willpower not to simply fall asleep with her snuggled in his arms and she looked like that would be fine with her as well. But as his hand skimmed down her side he realized he should help her out of the trappings he had asked her to leave on.

  “Relax,” he told her when she started to rise with him. “Let me.” She let out a relieved sigh and lay back on the pillows. He unbuckled the ankle straps of her shoes and pulled them off. Her groan reminded him of how she had said her feet hurt. Since she’d only left them on to please him, he at least owed her a good foot massage. However, there was something else he had to do first.

  One garter at a time, he unhooked the catch then kissed and massaged the flesh it had been pressing against. A flash of an old movie reminded him how to roll each stocking down her leg. He kissed her inner thigh above the top of the first stocking then continued downward, planting soft kisses as he exposed each inch of skin. He was rewarded with giggles and squirms, which only made him work harder to tickle her as he went along.

  When her feet were finally bare, he kissed each toe then began the foot massage she deserved.

  “Oh my god, Noah. That feels sooo good. But I’m sure you’re as tired as I—”

  “Shush. This is not a completely unselfish act.” He rubbed a spot at the base of her middle toes that made her moan in pleasure and gave it a bit more attention before moving on. “I’ve never given much thought to a wom
an’s feet but there’s something about yours that I find terribly sexy.”

  “Really?” she asked slyly and grazed his thigh with the toes of the foot he wasn’t massaging. “That sounds like something we should look into.”

  He grinned and placed the wandering foot back on the bed. “Really. And I agree, but not tonight.” He serviced her oddly enticing feet for a few more minutes before rearranging the bedcovers so they were beneath instead of on top of them.

  Tucking her into the curve of his body, he kissed her ear and neck. She murmured but didn’t quite get her head turned enough to kiss his mouth. Within seconds she was asleep. Noah watched her for a few seconds more but then Morpheus overtook him as well.

  * * * * *

  “Maid service.”

  The words broke into Maggie’s dream first. Then she heard the light knocking. She opened her eyes a crack but the bright sunlight coming through the window made her squeeze them shut again. Her head felt as though someone were playing tennis inside it…or as if she had drunk a half bottle of champagne.

  The next sound she recognized was running water. Noah was in the bathroom. He had told her he didn’t need much sleep but she didn’t feel like they’d been in bed that long. She made herself open one eye enough to see the clock on the nightstand and was truly shocked to see it was already eleven. No wonder there was so much damn sunlight.

  “Oh! A thousand pardons, ma’am. When ye didn’t answer, I thought ye and the mister be out. I’ll come back later.”

  Maggie managed to get her eyes focused on the maid just before she whirled around with her stack of linens and disappeared from the bedroom doorway.

  Two things wormed their way into Maggie’s foggy consciousness. The maid was a very young woman with a long, reddish-blonde braid and an Irish brogue. And she was wearing a uniform exactly like the one Maggie had seen in her second bathroom mirror vision.

  “Wait!”

  Chapter Seven

  The fearful look on the maid’s face when she reappeared made Maggie soften her tone. “I was wondering if you might have some aspirin. My head is pounding.”

  Relief immediately replaced the girl’s worry and she quickly took a small bottle out of her uniform pocket without setting down the stack of linens. “There be quite a need for such remedy this morn,” she said, adding a smile to her pretty face as she approached the bedside. “I’ve heard some speak of the hair of the dog what bit ye.”

  Maggie noted how the girl kept her green eyes averted. The light smattering of freckles across her nose and cheekbones further confirmed her Irish heritage. Maggie pulled herself into a more upright position, holding the sheet up to her neck in an attempt at modesty. She forced a return smile. “I’ve heard about that dog but I prefer aspirin.” She held out her hand and the girl shook several white pills into it. “Thank you.”

  “I’ll fetch some water.”

  She watched the girl walk out and return with a glass of cloudy tap water. She figured whatever was in the water couldn’t make her feel any worse than she already did. As Maggie swallowed the pills and drained the glass, she wondered about the way the maid continued to clutch the linens in front of her. Surely it would have been easier to set the pile down…unless she was hiding something.

  Maggie heard the water turn off in the bathroom as she handed the empty glass to the maid. She wanted Noah to see this girl. “That was very thoughtful of you.” The girl smiled again, curtsied and hurried to the door. “Excuse me.” The maid glanced at the opening bathroom door and back to Maggie. “I was just wondering if you would tell me your name. I’d like to let management know how helpful you were.”

  The girl’s face lit up. “Me name’s Shannon, ma’am. Shannon O’Toole. And that would be very kind of ye ta be sure.”

  Noah did not come out of the bathroom until the maid closed the front door of the bungalow.

  “What took you so long?” Maggie asked in a slightly peeved tone. “I wanted you to see the maid.”

  He arched one dark eyebrow at her. “I heard you talking to someone and thought I might be underdressed for meeting them.”

  Only then did she realize he was completely nude. Her head was killing her, she had a mystery clue to offer and yet her body instantly responded to the luscious sight in front of her. She rubbed her eyes. “Sorry. Headache.” She allowed herself the pleasure of ogling his well-formed buttocks as he walked to the closet and found his robe. “That was the maid.”

  “I gathered as much.” He plopped down next to her and gave her a light kiss on her lips before she could cover her mouth to protect him from her morning breath. “There’s no shower and the old bathtub is short but deep and the water got warm enough to wash. It might help to—”

  “I think it was my maid,” she cut in. “From the vision in the mirror. She was really young, maybe sixteen or seventeen at most, and had the same hair and Irish brogue.”

  “Pregnant?”

  She shook her head. “I couldn’t tell for sure. She held a pile of linens in front of her the whole time which could have been her way of hiding a swollen belly. I would assume an illegitimate pregnancy would be unacceptable here. Her name is Shannon O’Toole. Do you remember the name from anything you read? Could she be the girl who was found dead on the beach?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t remember any name being given. And the only date I saw was the year 1927.” Noah nodded. “You know what, before we get deeper into speculation, let’s order breakfast. I remember Reynard saying the words ‘room service’.”

  He found a menu in the nightstand drawer but she made a face at the offer of food. “Just coffee. Lots of coffee. And maybe toast.”

  She watched him study the black candlestick phone on the nightstand. It had no dial or buttons. Finally Noah simply lifted the part hanging on a hook and held it to his ear. She could tell the instant an operator came on line by the broad grin on Noah’s face.

  “Oh yes. Room Service please,” he said loudly into the part on the candlestick that looked like a speaker. As he was waiting to be connected, he whispered to Maggie, “This is too cool.”

  Maggie propped several pillows behind her head and closed her eyes while Noah ordered half the items on the menu. The aspirins were finally kicking in. When he hung up, she said, “It’s just not fair that I feel this bad and you’re raring to go.”

  “Okay, c’mon.” He got up then pulled her to her feet. “I’m going to fill the tub while you put your head under the sink faucet. The water isn’t icy but it’s cool enough to shrink the blood vessels. Then brush your teeth and get in the tub. You’ll feel better by the time the gallon of coffee I just ordered gets here.”

  Before he closed the bathroom door on her he added, “And just so you know, I felt like hell when I first woke up. Then I saw you next to me and realized last night wasn’t just the best wet dream ever. If I didn’t completely empathize with how you’re feeling, I’d be getting into that tub with you right now. You’ve got about fifteen minutes.”

  Noah’s directions and estimate of time were both right on target. By the time breakfast arrived she was ready for a little food with her coffee.

  As soon as he downed his tall Virgin Mary, devoured a helping of each entrée and washed it all down with black coffee, he was ready to get on with the brainstorming. Maggie was way behind on the breakfast but anxious to hear his thoughts while she savored her caffeine and carbs.

  “I’ve been going over what Reynard told us about why we’re here. He definitely said there was something we have to fix. That would go along with a lot of time-travel plots in books and movies.”

  She swallowed a bite of blueberry muffin. “Yes but in the ones I’m thinking of the problem had a connection to the person who gets transported. There’s nothing in my past I’ve ever thought about wanting to change.”

  He angled his head at her. “Not even how we parted ways?”

  She smirked at him. “I think we’ve covered that ground and besides, we didn’t need to go
back to the Roaring Twenties to find each other.”

  “Point taken. And I would add the same conclusion. Other than the us factor, I’ve never felt the need to fix something in the past to improve my life circumstances. So maybe it’s not so much you or me specifically but someone we know or have come in contact with recently.”

  Maggie jerked as though she’d been poked. “I know what it is. Sort of. We have to help one of the people we’ve seen in the mirrors…or heard in the Amethyst Cave. I guess it could also be someone else you read about but I don’t think so.”

  “Your intuition?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, only a lot stronger than a feeling. More like I heard it loud and clear in my head. What do you think?”

  “It goes along with the other thing the bellhop said—that the pair has an idea what they’re supposed to do before they are transported. I didn’t pick it up until now but he made it sound like we’re not the first ‘pair’ who’s had this happen to them.”

  She wrinkled her forehead in thought. “And that goes along with there being guidelines and a deadline. Like this is all a test of some sort. And failure on our part results in our not being able to return to our own time. But why us?”

  “Maybe it’s not us specifically. Remember what I read about the paranormal investigators calling the hotel a portal?”

  “Yes,” she replied, a bit surprised she could recall anything at the moment.

  “Maybe it’s whoever is in the Diamond Suite at the time.”

  “Or maybe it’s the suite and what the two people are reading or talking about.”

  “And maybe it’s completely random. But I don’t think the answer would help us figure out what we need to take care of.” He was quiet for a moment then brought her hand to his lips for a kiss. “And if we don’t figure it out? Would that really be so bad? This time and place could be a lot of fun. As long as we were together.”