Into the Light by Sommer Marsden Read Free Book Online

toward an orgasm that could not be kept a secret in this large, echoing house.
    I tried to say “Fuck me,” but my mouth was still paralyzed. Only the most primal sounds were escaping. Moans and sighs and grunts.
    I forced my hips upward, displaying my intentions. Trip took the cue and began to thrust into me, deliciously slow and maliciously deliberate. He took his time and sampled little tastes of my nipples, my shoulders, my earlobe, his tongue leaving burning invisible trails.
    Breath crushed my lungs. Too much air, too much pleasure. My orgasm unfolded like a delicate origami. Each stroke touched off a sensation, each sensation triggered a shudder. My cunt sucked at him greedily, taking in each pulse and quiver of his cock until I felt a rolling release that started at the crown of my head and flowed to each finger, each toe. I went limp, and inhaled deeply. My climax was still working him with each echoing pulse of my flesh. He grew momentarily harder, went rigid against me, and let out a whoosh as my orgasm triggered his.
    Trip held me against him. “Wow. Talk about supernatural."
    "Well ... Um..."
    "What?” He smoothed my hair and kissed my forehead.
    "It was kind of ... supernatural, like you said.” Now that my mouth was working, I was having trouble finding the words.
    "What do you mean?"
    So I explained the best I could. It's kind of hard to explain how things work for me. Even to Trip.
    "So we just had a foursome, sort of?"
    "Kind of. Not really. It's hard to..."
    "Never mind. Forget it. Let's get some sleep. We'll worry about our slutty ways in the morning."
    I had to laugh. Trip can make light of just about anything. When you deal in the unknown, a sick sense of humor is key.
    I felt myself drifting off just as he began to snore. I thought of Kimi and Jeremiah. Of love stolen from young lovers. Of marriage vows that never were, and ghosts that cry and rock over a lover long dead.
    * * * *
    I opened my eyes to see the final slow rock of what I now thought of as Kimi's chair. She had been here. Watching me sleep.
    I was alone for now. I looked at the clock and sat up. It was past seven thirty. Trip had let me sleep. I pulled on a pair of his boxers and made my way down to the living room. Coffee. The smell led me to the others.
    "There she is,” Mikey said. “The queen of the psychics. Even gets special sleeping privileges."
    "My, aren't you in a good mood?” I said, sipping from the mug Liz handed me. “Could you retract your claws long enough for me to soak up some caffeine?"
    "He's just grumpy because I had him up late,” Missy said. Her words were bold but a flush crept up her cheeks. Her pale blue eyes dipped with embarrassment.
    "You go, girl.” I met Trip's eyes and smiled. We hadn't been the only ones burning the midnight oil. “Not to intrude, but did anything strange happen when you were ... um..."
    "What kind of strange?” Missy asked, looking mortified.
    Trip covered a laugh by coughing. What were Missy and Mikey up to behind closed doors?
    "Martee means supernatural strange, that's all."
    A look of relief passed over Missy's face and she giggled. “No supernatural strange."
    "Beyond that, we don't need to know,” Liz interjected. She was looking just a tad pissed. Maybe we needed to take on a sixth member. Someone tall, dark, and available. Just to level the playing field.
    "So what's the plan today?” I watched Trip think it over as he paced. He looked exhausted, unkempt, and frazzled. Beyond sexy.
    "I think we need to come clean about last night with the rest.” He nodded toward our group. “Then we need to come up with a game plan to put her to rest."
    "Come clean?” Liz stared at me warily. She's on the shy side and our admission would, at the very least, make her uncomfortable.
    "We were having sex last night,” I said quickly, “and I got a little visit mid-encounter. Anyway, it was Kimi. That's her name. She was showing me an experience with Jeremiah and it was very