She walked slowly back towards him and seated herself on the floor once again, reaching for her coffee. It was cold.
‘Kelly, who was that?’ the writer persisted.
‘Lasalle. One of the men from the Metapsychic Centre,’ she told him, then proceeded to relay what the Frenchman had said to her.
‘He’s convinced that it was real,’ she said.
Blake shrugged.
‘Nightmares are usually vivid,’ he said.
Kelly shook her head.
‘But Lasalle won’t accept that he had a nightmare,’ she protested. ‘He’s convinced that what he experienced actually happened.’ She sighed. ‘I hope to God he’s not heading for another breakdown. He had one when his wife died.’
She looked up at Blake. ‘And Joubert, he mentioned that Joubert was present in the nightmare. He sounded frightened of him.’ She lowered her gaze once more.
‘First Fraser, now Lasalle. One man’s dead, another is close to a nervous breakdown and all because of the research I’m engaged in.’
‘You can’t blame yourself, Kelly,’ Blake said, reaching out and gently lifting her head with his right hand.
She gripped that hand, aware of the combination of gentleness and strength in it but more conscious of the warmth which seemed to flow from it, from his entire being. She looked up at him, trying to see his eyes, searching for a glimmer behind the tinted screens which masked them. Kelly kissed his hand and moved closer to him, resting her own right hand on his knee as he slowly stroked the back of her neck beneath her hair. She squirmed beneath his subtle caresses, moving nearer, anxious to touch him fully. His other hand began gently kneading the smooth flesh of her shoulder and she closed her eyes.
‘What if Vernon is responsible for Fraser’s death?’ she said, quietly, enjoying the sensations which were coursing through her.
‘Then he’s a dangerous man,’ Blake said. ‘You should stay away from him.’
‘And Joubert?’
‘Kelly. If there is any possibility that either of them have some kind of psychic power then you’d do best not to let them know you suspect.’
‘But I must know the truth, David,’ she protested, turning to face him.
As she did so, Blake leant forward and kissed her. Their lips brushed gently for a moment then, unhesitatingly, Kelly pressed her mouth to his. Blake responded fiercely, matching her passion with his own desire.
Kelly snaked her hand up around his neck, as if reluctant to break the kiss.
When she finally did, she was panting softly, her eyes riveted to Blake. Her body was burning, as if fire were pouring through her veins. She felt her nipples, now stiff and erect, straining almost painfully against her dress and between her slender legs she felt a glowing moistness. Blake sensed her excitement and she could see that he felt similarly aroused by the contact they had enjoyed. Her hand strayed to the beginnings of bulge in his trousers, massaging and rubbing until Blake himself grunted under his breath.
Kelly moved away from him slightly, lying back on the carpet before him, inviting his attentions. The writer was not slow to respond and he joined her, his hands moving over the thin material of her dress until they came to her breasts. He rubbed gently, feeling the hardened points beneath his palms as she arched her back. Kelly felt as if she were floating, the warm glow between her legs becoming an all-consuming desire which filled every part of her. She took Blake’s left hand and guided it up inside her dress, moaning as his fingers stroked the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, pausing there for agonisingly exquisite seconds before moving higher. She felt his probing digits reach her panties, his forefinger hooked, pulling down the flimsy garment. She lifted her buttocks to allow him to remove them, watching as he first kissed the sodden material before laying it on one side.
She pulled him close to her, their mouths locking once more as she thrust her pelvis towards his searching hand, almost crying aloud as his finger touched the hardened bud of her clitoris and began rubbing gently. She fumbled for his zip and freed his bulging erection, encircling it with her slender fingers, working up a gentle rhythm as she teased his stiff shaft. For three or four minutes they remained like that and then she suggested they undress.
It took them mere moments then, naked, they were free to explore every inch of the other’s body. Blake lowered his head to her breasts and took first one nipple then the other between his teeth, rolling it gently as he flicked it with his tongue. Kelly felt his other hand trace a pattern across her belly before gliding through her soft pubic hair once more to search for her most sensitive area and she rolled onto her
side, allowing him to push his heavily muscled thigh against her. She ground
hard against him, eventually manoeuvering herself so that he was beneath her.
She straddled his stomach.
‘Take these off,’ she said, quietly, reaching for his dark glasses. ‘I want to see your eyes.’
Blake himself removed them and then turned to look at her.
Kelly felt as if the breath had been torn from her, as if someone had punched her hard and winded her.
Blake’s eyes were the colour of a June sky. A deep blue which she found overwhelming in their intensity. She felt as if she were a puppet, suspended by wires which came from those eyes, her movements and feelings controlled by them. A renewed and much more powerful surge of emotion shook her and she bent forward to kiss him. But, he gripped her waist and almost lifted her up on to his chest, smiling as she rubbed herself against him. He felt the wetness spilling from her, dampening his chest. She moved a little further so that he could reach her with his tongue.
Kelly gasped as she felt it flicking over her distended lips, reaming her swollen cleft before fastening on her clitoris. She spoke his name, her head thrown back as she surrendered to the feelings which were sweeping over her.
Kelly felt a tightening around her thighs, the first unmistakable sign of approaching orgasm. His hands reached up and found her swollen nipples, adding to her overall pleasure which was now building up like an impending explosion.
She twisted around so that she could reach his penis, lying on him in order to allow it to reach her mouth. She studied the bulbous head for a moment then took it into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it, her free hand working away at the root, fondling his testicles. She felt him stiffen, realized that his excitement was a great as hers. But she needed him more fully. Kelly rolled to one side, kissing him briefly as she did so then she knelt over his groin, cradling his throbbing member in one hand, lowering herself slowly until it nudged her aching vagina. They both gasped as the union was completed. She sank down onto him, his shaft swallowed by her liquescent cleft.
Kelly knew that she would not be able to hold back any longer. She stared into Blake’s eyes and began moving up and down. The sensations began almost at once. She was aware only of the throbbing pleasure between her legs and his welcoming blue eyes which seemed to fill her entire field of vision. She could not look away from him and, as she speeded up her movements, she felt as though she were being joined with him, melting into him to form one entity.
The power of the orgasm made her cry out loudly. She bounced up and down on him, each wave of pleasure more intense than the one before. She had never felt anything so overwhelmingly wonderful in her life and that pleasure, almost impossibly, suddenly re-doubled as she felt him writhe beneath her as his own climax washed over him. Kelly moaned loudly as she felt his hot liquid spurt into her and she ground herself hard against him, coaxing every last drop from him. Shaking and bathed in perspiration, she slumped forward, kissing him gently, unable to look anywhere else but at his eyes.
They lay still, coupled together as he softened within her.
It was a long time before either of them spoke. The record player was silent, the record having finished long ago. Only the sound of the wind outside was audible.
‘You don’t have to drive back to London tonight do you?’ Kelly asked him.
‘You try getting rid of me,’ he said, smiling.
They both laughed.
