Passions of New Pompeii by Aubrey Ross Page A

He picked her up, cradling her against
his chest. “Anticipation only sweetens the pleasure. Where is the
bath?”
    Like Fedoran hot tubs, the baths in New
Pompeii were meant for soaking rather than cleaning. Theos set her
down in the large shower stall and they both washed off before
entering the sunken tub. Electricity wasn’t allowed in the city,
but running water didn’t violate the noninterference clause.
    Theos sat on the tiled bench, submerged to
mid-chest. The water came to Elaina’s chin as she sat sideways,
legs extended along the bench, feet lightly resting against his
thigh. The throbbing demand she’d been unable to ignore had receded
to a faint ache, a banked fire waiting for a warm breeze to fan the
flames.
    “Who told you about the House of Morpheus?”
Theos asked after a long, silent pause.
    “Does it matter? They have no reason to lie.
In fact they stand to lose a lot if the operation is shut
down.”
    He pivoted toward her, leaning against the
side of the tub rather than the back. “Laetif.” He didn’t wait for
her to confirm the guess. “You must be careful. Things are often
more than they appear when Laetif is involved.”
    “You think she has an ulterior motive for
bringing this to my attention?”
    “Laetif has an ulterior motive for everything
she does.” He grabbed her knees and dragged her forward. She bent
her legs as he spun around and she ended up straddling his lap,
their faces inches apart. “Her motivation might not diminish the
value of the information. Just be aware of her duplicity.”
     
    He stroked her from knee to hip, his hands
even warmer than the water. Her thighs spread wide over his, the
water teasing her pussy. “I’ll be careful.” She canted her hips,
trying to bring her mound into contact with his hard abdomen, or
better yet, his cock. He made her feel wanton and needful.
    “Lock your hands behind your head.” His voice
dropped, his tone taking on a demanding edge. “Offer me your
breasts.”
    Far beyond self-denial or hesitation, she
raised her arms and arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward.
He squeezed one as his lips closed around the other, sucking with
firm insistency. Her nipples hardened in tandem, and tingling heat
rushed from her chest to the apex of her thighs.
    With his free hand, he clasped his cock and
parted her folds with the wide, blunt head. She groaned and
wiggled, desperate for his fullness deep inside her.
    “Be still. Let me guide you.”
    His mouth shifted from breast to breast while
he traced her slit with his cock head. She tried to remain still,
to accept the sensations he triggered, but her core tightened and
her clit launched confusing shivers up her spine each time he
brushed across it.
    “Please,” she whispered. “I need you inside
me.”
    “I know what you need.” His fingers took the
place of his cock, the caress more focused. He rubbed her clit with
his thumb while his fingers circled her opening.
    She clenched her teeth against the pleasure
spiraling up through her. If he’d just push inside, even with his
fingers, she’d come. But he kept her teetering on the brink,
release just out of reach. His lips pulled harder, his teeth
lightly scraping. She tossed her head from side to side, her hair
tangling in her fingers.
    “Stand up.” His hands grasped her waist,
propelling her upward.
    “Wait! What…” He pressed his mouth against
her pussy and she had her answer. She felt off balance and awkward
until he brought her knee to his shoulder and tilted her hips. Her
thighs were spread by the new position and his strong hands
steadied her.
    His dark gaze bore into hers as his tongue
circled her clit. Each slow pass sent her arousal higher, making
her need more demanding. She clutched his head, fighting the urge
to grind against his mouth and drive his tongue deep into her
passage.
    He explored her folds with patient licks and
careful suction, his gaze never leaving hers. He grasped her ass
and drew her closer,