Summer of Love, a Time Travel Read Online Free PDF

back, clawing at him, clutching herself.
    No!
    He
backs off at once, turns away.
    Now
she’s worried. Is he angry with her? He props pillows against the wall, leans
against them. No, not angry. He’s sad. Melancholy. “I’m not going to hurt you,
Starbright,” he says. His face is extraordinary. He shrugs off his creamy suede
shirt and beckons to her, kindly and inviting.
    She
gladly scoots across the mattress and snuggles against him, turning her back to
him, though, her arms wrapped over her chest. She’s gravitating to his heat,
that’s all. His bare skin is so hot, and she’s so cold, she’s shivering.
    Shadows
curl and pulse across the room.
    Feelings
shift. Thoughts drift.
    Susan
is suddenly aware of his living force beside her. He starts to speak, and she
turns to watch him. His eyes are vibrantly alive as he murmurs strange things.
“You’re with me, Starbright, but you’re not with me. You’re not with me.” He
turns away. He won’t look at her. Still his voice rumbles, a thrilling sound
she can almost touch.
    She
is part of a huge, complex pattern, a curtain woven of space and time. She’s
with him, but not with him? How did he know she was thinking about separations
and unities? About a new unity she craves?
    There
is something she must do. Get up and leave the mountain man’s bedroom? This
occurs to her, but she dismisses the thought. Anyway, she’s not quite sure how
to do it. She cannot get her legs to cooperate and stand. She feels paralyzed.
Is paralysis another word for destiny? She almost laughs out loud. God,
Susan , she tells herself. You are becoming wise.
    Mostly
it’s the cold that gets to her. Bone-chill, teeth chattering. Now he turns toward
her, opens his arms, and cuddles her. Gently, they slide down onto the
mattress. Gently, they lie together. He pulls a blanket over them. Dust tickles
her nose.
    He
surrounds her, a cocoon of comfort. He strokes her hair, crooning softly. Her
arms loosen and unwind. It’s unnatural to wrap your arms over your chest. It’s
natural to unwrap them. Her shivering eases. It’s natural to hold someone
holding you. She unfolds like a flower, be sure to wear some flowers. She drowses.
He kisses her forehead lightly, lightly. He kisses her eyelids. His lips slide
down the bridge of her nose.
    His
lips arrive at her mouth. Sleepy, her lips yield to his gentle kiss. She tastes
his tongue, flesh and tobacco and white Lebanese pollen. Relaxing, her hand
touches his waist. Somehow his jeans have vanished. She feels his flesh, his
rigid cock.
    Awake,
awake, awake!
    He’s
got her blouse halfway to her elbows before she can fully rouse herself. He
undresses her with ease, overcoming the logistics of buttons, zippers, hooks
and eyes. Her clothes slide off before she can struggle. Red lights literally
flash in her eyes. Every nasty conversation whispered in the girls’ lavatory
jabbers in her ears. Her parents’ faces, stern and pasty, rise up like ruined
moons.
    He
suckles her nipples, the left, the right, and she moans in spite of her alarm.
But he’s not finished. Now he trails his tongue lower, between her ribs, to her
navel, to her tummy, to the place where Mr. G pressed his hand.
    She
presses her thighs together. What is he doing?
    He
scoots lower and kisses her left knee, her right knee, planting kisses all over
her clenched thighs. He wants to kiss her legs ? How silly! She starts to
giggle. His tongue feels so hot and wet on her skin, in a while her legs relax.
    Suddenly
he pushes forward, pushing her thighs apart with his shoulders, wide, wider. He
circles her thighs and rests his hands on her hipbones, kissing her tummy
again. Then he presses his fingers there , spreading her open. He dips
his tongue there . She falls back, gasping at the exquisite sensation. He
thrusts his tongue until she bursts with another kind of explosion so powerful
her legs shake. She shivers with pleasure so intense, it’s almost painful.
    He
lunges up, pushing into her,