Ellida by J. F. Kaufmann Read Free Book Online

still in love with you,
you’re aware of that, aren’t you?”
    He looked at me, genuinely surprised. “No,
Astrid. She’s like family to me now. We are friends, like you and
Ingmar. Peyton’s a good person. She’s had a complicated and not
very happy life.”
    “I know. Your mother told me about it.”
    “Peyton is gentle, caring and considerate.
People here like her a lot. It’s her mother you probably should be
wary of, not Peyton.”
    Typically for his gender when it came to the
male-female subtle emotional messages, Jack didn’t see the obvious,
and I didn’t think I could convince him that Peyton still had
strong feelings for him. He didn’t share her feelings, and assumed
she felt the same.
    For Jack, the topic was closed. He kissed me
again, lovingly, tenderly, moving from my lips to my neck, and
further down until I moaned softly and was breathing heavily.
    “You sure nobody can hear us?” I murmured
holding his head between my hands, gently threading my fingers
through his hair.
    He chuckled. “Nobody can hear us. Miss Spock.
Don’t worry.”
    Jack took his time kissing my breasts,
kneading them gently, teasing their hard tips with his lips, tongue
and teeth. I lost track of time and place. I was transported into a
realm of pure physical pleasure and emotional fulfillment where
nothing else existed except my body, Jack’s mouth on it and the
beating of our hearts.
    I could feel the sweet pressure building
inside the darkest depths of my womb. My flesh throbbed, swollen
and moist, my own scent reached my nostrils and I inhaled it
deeply. It smelled good, womanly, sexy and primal.
    I bent my knees and opened my legs, but Jack
ignored the invitation, staying focused on my breasts and nipples,
sucking them, loving them, torturing them, sending ripples of
happiness further and further down, until they reached the
pulsating, nerve-rich nub between my thighs.
    A gentle brush of Jack’s fingers over my
swollen flesh, and I disintegrated into thousands of weightless
fragments of light.
    Eons passed before I became aware of a tiny
bead that snuck out from the corner of my eye. Jack’s lips caught
it before it disappeared behind my ear. I let out a tiny sob.
    “I love you, Jack. Oh, God, I love you so
much,” I whispered and showered him with fast, feathery touches of
my lips against his mouth, eyes, cheeks, chin. I breathed in his
scent, musky and sweet from the hard arousal pressing through his
jeans against my abdomen.
    “I love you, too, Astrid,” he said, pressing
his lips against mine in another long, hot kiss.
    We spent the rest of the night cuddling and
talking. Jack teased me about my new teacher, and told me frankly
that he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the whole notion. “I still
think it’s an excellent idea to equip you with some human fighting
skills. Morgaine will explain to you all the benefits. I only wish
your teacher were less dashing.” An involuntary, nervous chuckle
escaped from his chest. “Damn it, he looks like one of your movie
crushes.”
    “Yes, he’s good-looking, but don’t forget I
like them older,” I said, laughing.
    “Yeah, that will give me peace of mind.”
     
    IT WAS close to dawn when we heard James and
Betty in the kitchen. “Are you sure they didn’t hear us?” I said.
“I can hear them now.”
    “But they still cannot hear us. All the
bedrooms are soundproofed. We didn’t hear them while they were in
their room, did we?”
    “No… Oh, God, Jack, how can you even say
that? They are your parents!”
    “I can still imagine a very tender farewell
that took place last night.”
    “Then stop imagining, please!”
    He laughed and kissed me. “They love each
other very much. Betty doesn’t like when James leaves, no matter
how short the trip, and he’s never happy to leave her, except maybe
when he goes fishing.” He fastened his arms around me. “I don’t
like leaving you, either. When everything’s over, you’ll always go
with me.