Abracadabra (2 page)

His fingertip felt like the softest rose petal when it ran over her clit. She longed to feel his tongue sweep across her pussy lips, to massage, lick and lathe her.

“I’ll need to taste.”

She squirmed and wobbled. “If you must.”

He nodded seriously. “I must.”

Do it already! She arched closer to him, yearning for his caress. She spread her legs as wide as she could without tumbling back and kicking him in the head.

He held her legs, steadying her, then he buried his face in her mound. His fiery breath ravaged her pussy and a primitive growl ripped from his chest as his tongue delved deep into her canal.

Savage spasms ripped through her and she moaned loudly. Her clit throbbed and wildfire licked her veins.

He lapped ravenously and greedily of her flowing juices.

If he didn’t stop soon, she’d erupt without him. Knowing they could be caught any moment, her blood boiled. Her pulse ricocheted in her wrist.

She tapped her finger on his head and gently pushed him away. With a mock stern glance, she asked in her most business-like voice, “Well? What score will you assign?”

Dreamy rapture and acute horniness spread over his face. Gone was the stern karate master. “One million.”

She frowned and pouted. Her shoulders aching, she eased herself fully down to the mat. “Only one million?”

Eagerness lit his eyes, and something akin to pleading. “A billion? That is the finest, most glorious pussy in the world.”

“Only in the world?” She glanced down at the juicy curls between her legs.

“In the universe.”

She pretended to think about that, then peered steadily at him. “How would you know? Have you been that up close and personal to that many pussies?”

He blinked and his lips moved without eschewing sound. “That’s an unfair feminine trap.”

Yes it was. And she loved every moment of the teasing, fair and unfair. But she was ready to get down to the serious business of fucking and loving. “Did you forget I get to judge you?” She waggled her finger at his most annoying pants. “Take those off.”

He batted his lashes prettily, teasingly. Then he bent and started pushing his pants down his sinewy legs.

She shook her head. “Not that way. Do a sexy striptease for me.”

“Now I’m an exotic dancer?”

She batted her lashes at him and put her hands together, fingertip to fingertip. “Please! It makes me really hot.”

His pointed gaze sought out her wet pussy and he licked his lips. “You’re already really hot.”

“I’ll get even hotter.”

He looked around the room and nodded. “Good, there’s a fire extinguisher here.”

She gazed at the swelling lightning rod between his legs. “There’s only one fire extinguisher I want in my pussy.”

“It had better be the only one that ever gets near your pussy. Not that it’s supposed to extinguish your fire.”

She nodded. No other man turned her head like Mark. None ever had. She barely noticed other men, and only in a completely platonic light. “Only you.”

He blew a kiss to her and changed the music into something softer, sexier still. In rhythm with the music, he rolled one shoulder then the other as he shrugged out of his black t-shirt. He twirled the shirt over his head and flung it at her.

She clapped loudly. Sticking two fingers in her mouth, she whistled. When he held his hands high over his head and flexed his arms, she almost swooned. And when he gyrated his hips and made his abs dance, she nearly burst. “Ooh, baby. You’re boiling.”

“For you, darlin’,” he drawled.

Inch by excruciating inch, he lowered his slacks. His cock tented his underwear, and pointed straight at her.

His musky scent beckoned to her and made her lose the last of her reserve. With a primitive growl of her own, she crawled over to him and helped him pull off his slacks. She flung them against the far wall and they pooled onto a fold-up chair.

Going out of her mind, unable to stop herself, she got up on her knees and nipped the stretch band of his underwear with her teeth. Feeling naughtier than ever before, she pulled his bikini underwear down with her mouth. His cock exploded out and bounced against her face. Enticing drops of cum glistened on the large head.

In a hurry now to grade his cock, she tugged the underwear off with her hands. Then she rose back up and caught a drop of his juice on the tip of her tongue. “Um, Mark-flavour. So musky.”

“Your favourite.” He thrust his cock against her lips and pushed gently.

How could she refuse? She opened her mouth wide and took the head of his penis into her mouth. She sucked on it and swirled her tongue around its pronounced ridge.

He moaned and sifted his fingers through her hair, loosening it from its tight bonds until it cascaded around them. He massaged her scalp as he pulled her face closer.

Sucking harder, she took more of his hardened length inside her mouth. She quivered when he quivered. She moaned when he moaned. She watched them in the mirror, enjoying the play of his toned muscles as he flexed.

Then he pushed her away and flat onto the mat. Having been long-time monogamous partners and knowing she’d been on the pill for several years, he drove into her with a powerful force.

Breathless, overflowing with love and lust, she lifted her hips and met him thrust for rapturous thrust. They rolled as if wrestling, from one side of the mat to the other and up against the mirror. Gasping for breath, she wound her legs about his waist and clawed at his back. Then she took the whole of his impressive length.

Her world rocked and the universe exploded in brilliant primary colours. She bent forward and pressed her lips to his. “You’re a billion, too. I love you!”

Mark said, “I’m a billion? You love me?”

“Miss Davis, please come to my office. Now,” Mr. Lee said. He towered above her, his face inscrutable.

The stern voice yanked Savi out of her daydream. Her heart skipped several beats. Her flesh crawled. Drawing back hastily, she gasped and almost choked.

Oh no!

Had she said anything embarrassing aloud? Would her classmates think her nuts? She glanced to her right at her long-time friend, Jerry, who gave her a commiserating grin.

Fearful everyone ogled her, she peeked into the mirror. Everyone stared at her with some degree of either laughter or horror.

For the first time in her life, she saw a pale Master Lee. His Adam’s apple bobbed and he averted his gaze.

Oh, God. Just how much of her fantasy had she acted out during her reverie? What had she said? She’d have to ask Jerry later, in private.
If she dared.

A couple of of minutes later when she was behind the closed door with Mr. Lee, she gave him an apologetic look. “I miss my fiancé and worry about him. His trial‘s tomorrow. I didn’t mean to get lost in a day dream about him, to make a fool of myself and disrupt your class.”

The thought of Mark’s impending trial, of the possibility of his being convicted and imprisoned for several more years, made her eyes sting. She tried to blink them back but a couple of of slipped down her cheek. She sniffed and backhanded them.

“Perhaps this is not the place for you to be tonight. Go home. Let me know how the trial goes. Let Mark know we’re thinking about him and wish him well.”

Choking now, she nodded. “Absolutely.”

Subdued, she clasped her hands in her lap. “I’m afraid he’ll be convicted.”

Master Lee sat stalwart and tall and stared at her with emotionless eyes. “Does this mean you think he’s guilty?”

She had trouble believing the brutal charges of sexual molestation being brought against Mark. He could never do anything so dishonourable, so horrible. He could never betray her like that. His accuser’s claims, however, were adamant.

As she stood to leave, visions of the woman’s tortured face ripped at her heart. Almost as much as Mark’s.

When she opened the glass door of Mr. Lee’s office, Jerry’s face steadfast and solid, waiting for her outside Mr. Lee’s office, made her feel only a smidgen better.

She dreaded Mark’s trial.
Tomorrow
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Chapter Two

The next morning Savi awoke with a jerk.

D-Day.
Mark’s trial started today.

Sunlight pricked her eyes cajoling them to open. She was eager for the sun to swallow her terrifying nightmares. She wished when she rolled over Mark would be slumbering away on his half of the bed, hogging all the sheets and blankets. She’d even welcome his snoring.

But Mark’s pillow was as fresh and untouched as if it was newly unpackaged from the factory. The damned bed taunted her.
Mark’s not here. He’ll never be here again.

Savi held her hands over her ears and screamed at the taunting voices in her head. “Shut up!”

The phone rang and she debated whether or not to answer it. Then she glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Jerry so she picked it up.

“Are you awake, Sunshine? Ready for the big day?”

Her heart shattered anew as she struggled to sit up in the bed. Today a stranger would decide Mark’s fate.
Her fate, too.
“No. Would you be?”

Then she felt bad for biting off her friend’s head. Afraid she was becoming a royal first class bitch, she shook her head. “Sorry. That was uncalled for. You didn’t deserve to be attacked by my nerves. I’m a wreck.”

“My offer’s still open. I’ll come with you. You need a friend with you today.”

She gnawed her lower lip. The victim’s horrid rape accusations haunted her. The woman’s words, the way she’d pointed at Mark in the courtroom, replayed in Savi’s mind making her crazy.

Temptation gnawed at her. She really could use a friendly face by her side. But Mark didn’t like the mention of Jerry. The sight of the other man might do more damage than good. “Thanks. I appreciate the offer but I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t believe you. This has been eating at you for four years. What if Anna’s there?”

Anna…
Her knuckles tightened on the phone until she realised what she was doing and loosened her grip. She took a deep breath. “So what if she is?”

Jerry’s laugh was one of disbelief. “You’re not worried that man-stealing Anna will be there to steal your man? That she’s not already got her claws into him?”

That worry had pained her since Anna had slipped and told her she’d been writing to Mark and sending care packages to him daily. Or had it been a slip?

What worried her more was that Mark hadn’t said a word until she’d confronted him with the news. Then he’d sounded guilty admitting to being pen pals with the other woman.

How many women in her prisoner’s families support groups had lost husbands and boyfriends to other women who’d done exactly what Anna had done? And to other men they’d met behind bars? She didn’t want to doubt Mark, but so many of the people who came home from prison didn’t come back the same. And she wanted her Mark exactly as he’d been. All hers.

Unable to stand the voices one more second, she jumped off the mattress and hurled her pillow at the empty side of the bed.  She checked the time and groaned. Several hours stretched before Mark’s hearing.

“Anna would have to have bigger balls than you to show up today. I don’t think she’s that crazy.”

“Or determined to get her man?”

“He’s
my
man!”

“I hope you’re right. If you change your mind, call me. I’ll keep my phone on.”

“I’ll keep you updated. Thanks for the offer. I appreciate it, but it’s better if I go alone.”

Sick to her stomach, she called in absent to work a few minutes after she’d hung up with Jerry.

Few places were open yet but the thought of staying home alone with her thoughts was no better than going to work and trying to put on a happy face. Or having Jerry remind her about Anna.

The Ft. Lauderdale flea market was on the way and no one would think it odd if she killed a couple of of hours there. The anonymity appealed. If she had to answer one more question about Mark and his hearing, even pleasant ones, she would pull out her hair.

Dressing for court as she didn’t plan to return home, Savi grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder. Inside, several of Mark’s letters were stashed from their past two years of correspondence. Hot steamy letters of love and longing. Letters of upset and hopelessness. Letters of hope and future expectation. They were all there. And they scared the hell out of her.

Although she’d put herself together well on the outside, inside she was a mess. She loved Mark but she feared what he might have become. Would he, could he, be the same man as the one who’d gone into prison?

Thanks to the letters, phone calls, and a couple of of in-person visits, she’d travelled the gamut of emotions with Mark during his incarceration. Her heart was scarred, too.

Holding her bag close to ward off pickpockets, she ambled around stalls full of five dollar time pieces, exotic fruit, and knock-off Rolex watches. New wares sat beside tables of garage sale items. Some vendors camped on sheets around the parking lot.

Although it was early, flamboyantly clothed tourists and locals swarmed around her. Then a swarthy man with a dark beard and moustache pointed at her. “You, pretty lady in the stuffy suit. Come, come. I have something very special to show you.”

She looked around her. Everyone else wore casual shorts and culottes. When the crowd jostled by her, she pointed to her chest. “You mean me?”

“Yes, you. Lady in the suit. Come here.”

Hoping, yet dreading it was time to head to the trial and see Mark, she glanced at the watches displayed on a nearby vendor’s table. When she saw there were three hours to kill, she bit back a sigh. Would this day never end?

She turned to walk away then stopped. How many people had walked away from Mark because of wrong impressions? There was nothing to fear here with so many people around. What would it hurt to look at the guy’s stuff?