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The seat of the body’s creative energy.
The goddess-center where new life formed.
Now Indy was almost out of her mind. Her fingers feverishly unbuttoned and unzipped, pushed her pants and underwear down past her hips, grabbed Ice’s wrist and tried to pull it lower, closer, so she could use his power to do what her body screamed to have done.
But Ice resisted, his bulging triceps tightening against her torso, his strength no match for hers. “Indy, listen,” he whispered urgently. “We’re still on a drug that makes us see things that aren’t real, feel things that aren’t real, do things that—”
Ice didn’t finish the sentence. Or maybe she just couldn’t hear through the thunder in her temples. Indy’s body was arched back over his, and through her splintered psychedelic vision she saw his hungry gaze moving down along her exposed body, taking in her glistening globes, her peaked points, her smooth belly, her dark triangle, her shining slit.
“Oh, fuck, Indy,” he groaned from above her as Indy relaxed her grip on his wrist, gave up trying to pull Ice's hand any farther.
Because she knew she didn’t need to.
She saw it.
She felt it.
She loved it.
Now Ice let out a guttural groan, an animalistic expression that Indy understood was Ice’s body winning the battle against his brain, overruling that voice in his head which had been desperately trying to explain what couldn’t be articulated, couldn’t be acknowledged, couldn’t be understood by abstract thought.
Because it was the domain of physical touch.
The realm of the animal.
The battleground of the flesh.
And then Ice’s hand slid down past her lower abdomen, fingers pushing through her thick dark curls, thumb grinding against her clit as those fingertips traced their way along her dripping slit, all the way down beneath her wet underside, coming to rest with his palm flat against her mound, thick middle finger snaked along her perineal pathway, stretching all the way to the edge of her dark rear hole, claiming all that holy feminine ground with his masculine touch.
Indy exhaled with a shuddering moan, her body quivering in Ice’s arms as he pressed his palm hard against her mound, his fingers tight against that sensitive stretch of secret space. Her eyelids fluttered and she moved against his body, groaning out a sigh, arching her back as Ice began to rub her pussy, keeping his palm firm against her front, fingers buried in her bush, thumb grinding the hood of her clit down against that stiff sensitive nub that screamed for release.
His fingers teased her slit open now, and Indy gasped as Ice’s middle finger entered her vagina, careful and slow but with confident firmness, like Ice was perhaps in that same state of madness where they both understood the stakes of this drug-heightened game, stakes that almost certainly would seem unreal in sobriety but were serious as death here in Wonderland, ultra-vivid in this fluid reality which was so far down the rabbithole there was no way back, only forward, deeper, farther, darker, closer . . .
“I’m so close,” she muttered through trembling lips, her eyelids fluttering like a butterfly in its death throes. “Oh, Ice, I’m so fucking close.”
But it was the sort of closeness that kept creeping back as you approached, leaving you reaching for an infinity that was always just beyond your grasp. She writhed as her body reached for that evasive orgasm, Ice’s finger all the way inside her now, curling inside her like a claw, hunting that creature hiding inside her consciousness, trapped in her terminal point.
Oh, she was so close, sofuckingclose, teetering on the edge of an infinite orgasm that she somehow knew would expel that dark energy, would banish that beastly burden she’d carried unwittingly for thirty years. It was complete and absolute nonsense but it was the only thing that made any sense in that deranged moment as Indy tried desperately to fall over that edge but couldn’t, was stuck in erotic purgatory, dangling over the abyss of absolution, swinging over the sea of salvation, trying to climb an endless ladder that never got to heaven, descending to where she was tantalizingly close to the heat of hell but not close enough to set her ablaze the way she needed right now, needed like not just a drug but a medicine, like this was a serious emergency, playing for all the damn marbles, life or death in a way that felt frighteningly real, breathtakingly vivid, sickeningly serious.
But the climax didn’t come, and now Indy’s eyelids flicked open and her body jerked and she screamed when she felt that darkness start to regain lost ground, begin to climb back up along her energetic chain, like it was retracing its steps, starting a dreadful ascent back up the ladder ofchakras, its tentacles reaching up and locking around that psychic point behind her belly-button, trying to reclaim precious territory in the battleground of her body.
Indy looked up in panicked despair, her pleading gaze searching for Ice’s eyes. She found them, two burning slits glowing green in the psychedelic light, like his drug-enhanced consciousness saw what was happening, understood what needed to happen now, recognized that she needed him to finish this fight, to win this battle, to bring out the woman in her the way only a man could.
The way onlyherman could.
And now suddenly Indy understood why every time they’d come close to the ultimate act something had stopped them, some event that bottled up that sexual energy, pushed it back inside their psychic shells so it could build to the boil, gain density and power, prime itself to push past the final frontier.
It was completely apeshit ridiculous but Indy couldn’t shake off the overwhelming sense of vivid certainty thatthiswas the ultimate reality, the truth behind the veil, the secret behind the curtain, the magic behind the mystery.
And suddenly Ice was kissing her, furious and fierce, those last strands of sanity torn off and tossed away, the animal inside him roaring to the forefront, his own beast leaping at the throat of the beast within her, staking his claim, shaking its mane, taking over the game.
“Oh, hell, Ice, I love you,” she managed to gurgle when he broke the kiss long enough to let her breathe before devouring her lips again, driving his tongue down her throat, grasping her breasts in his savage hands, kneading her globes until she groaned, pinching her nipples until she shrieked.
Ice growled something that wasn’t a word in any known human language. Indy replied without even attempting to form a sentence. It was just a pure physical sonic response, some kind of sound that emerged from her throat as pure vibration.
And now everything vibrated as Ice sat up and turned her body and set Indy flat on her back against the padded floor. She could feel the plane’s thundering engines rumble her body as she stretched her arms out wide and arched her back and gasped when she looked down and saw Ice rolling her panties off her legs, his face contorted with dangerous desire, eyes shining like a wolf’s on a blood-moon night.
“Oh, Ice,” she groaned as he held her legs up and apart, buried his face in her crotch, driving his tongue into her pussy, now hands sliding beneath her ass and raising her bottom in the air while he tongue-fucked her to a frenzy, licked and lapped, kneading her buttcheeks with savage strength, spreading her asscrack and running his fingers along her dark rear line as his lips rumbled over her clit. “Oh,fuck, Ice! I need more. I need all of you, Ice.”
