Lilith

PART I

 

CHAPTER 1
 


 

 

SNICK!.. Click... SNICK!

"Damn!"

Click!

SNICK!

"Son of a bitch!"

The sound of a dull splash quickly followed.

"It’s a conspiracy," Dakota grumbled, looking around for something else to write with. She had been sitting by the pool scribbling on a notepad resting on her lap, when the inevitable happened. The tip of her mechanical pencil broke and then continued to break, leaving her frustrated. One of these days she was going to finish an article on the Illusionist without having to throw away several pens or pencils.

The thought of Yemaya brought her back to the present. Conceding a temporary victory to the powers that be, she glanced at the swimmer in the pool and wondered how many more laps the woman could do before quitting from exhaustion. Just watching her lithe body moving smoothly through the water made the journalist tired. Five laps later, Dakota shook her head and went back to her writing. The faint sound of a grunt caused her to look up in time to see the long sleek form of her lover push effortlessly up from the edge of the pool and stand momentarily still as water poured down her body onto the tiled patio. Groaning, Dakota stared in awe at the vision in front of her.

Long black hair clung damply to bare shoulders and firm breasts as rivulets of water ran down the semi-naked body before pooling on the sidewalk. Dakota wished she was one of those drops trickling slowly between the small well rounded breasts concealed beneath the silver and blue bikini top. Stomach muscles rippled slightly when the woman picked up a towel and began rubbing her hair vigorously. As Yemaya dried her arms and then her chest, the journalist couldn't help but admire the long slender muscular legs... nor could she stop the memories of those same legs straddling her hips earlier in the morning when their owner leaned down to ravage her lips with passionate kisses.

Remembering what had followed made Dakota gasp and then clamp her knees tightly together as a familiar tingling sensation centered between her legs and spread rapidly toward her stomach and up into her chest. Her arms grew almost numb from the intensity of the orgasm. Drawing her knees up against her stomach, she crossed her arms over them and pressed her head against her forearms. Trembling, she was unaware of being watched or the worried look on the other woman's face as she rapidly walked over and knelt down beside her.

"Are you all right?" Yemaya whispered near her ear, her voice low and husky with concern.

Unable to answer, Dakota kept her head down, inhaling deeply, hoping to slow the pounding of her heart as she waited for the throbbing to subside to a bearable level.

Confused at the conflicting signals she was receiving from her lover, Yemaya sat down next to Dakota, wrapped her arms around her and leaned over her protectively. Neither spoke for several minutes. Finally, Yemaya felt Dakota’s body relax. Loosening her embrace slightly, she straightened up and peered questioningly into the dazed green eyes.

"Phew! That was intense," Dakota gasped, her voice weak and shaky.

"What happened?" Yemaya asked, her brows furrowed as she reached out to push strands of blonde hair behind Dakota’s left ear.

"Oh, ummm..." stammered Dakota. Blood rushed up her neck to her cheeks from the thought of having to explain what had just happened.

"Dakota, are you okay?"

Still unaware of the reason behind her lover's strange behavior, Yemaya leaned closer to examine Dakota’s face, her pale blue eyes assessing every inch of it in an effort to understand the problem. Unconsciously, she began running her hand up and down Dakota’s arm, trying to generate some heat. Laughing awkwardly, the journalist grabbed the hand, wrapped both of hers around it and squeezed lightly.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine... really."

"Are you sure? You seem bothered."

"I am... was bothered, love." Dakota chuckled, blushing slightly. "Have you ever seen yourself climbing out of a pool, all wet, water streaming down that... that perfect body of yours? You’re like some wild, exotic animal... sleek... muscular... beautiful."

It was Yemaya's turn to blush. Not sure how to respond, she kept silent.

"Just the sight of you standing there like an ancient goddess... well, needless to say, if you have this affect on me every time we go swimming, I’m in trouble, big time!"

"Trouble?... Oh!.. I see!"

Stunned, Yemaya couldn't think of an adequate response to her lover's revelation. Seeing her discomfort, Dakota leaned in and gave her a quick kiss.

"Sorry if I embarrassed you. You just have that affect on me."

"Oh! No, I am glad, I think. I mean, I know! You just surprised me. I had no idea."

"Sweetie, I had no idea until a few minutes ago and believe me, I’m looking forward to many more episodes now that I’m more prepared." Wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, Dakota grinned smugly at the thought. "Just think... instant orgasms anytime I want."

"Does that mean you will not be needing my services any longer since the mere thought of me seems to fulfill your... umm needs?"

"Good grief, no! As great as this one was, nothing can compare to hands on experience with you."

"Just hands?" Yemaya murmured, her voice dropping to a husky, seductive whisper.

"Damn! Keep it up and I’ll be too tired for anything."

Slowly unfolding her long body and standing, Yemaya gazed down at the woman who had captured her heart the year before, her pale sapphire eyes burning with desire. Holding out her hand, she offered it to Dakota and helped her to her feet.

"So, I guess I will be wasting my time if I were to suggest we retire to our room for a few hours?"

"Oh, I don’t think so. It would be a waste not going," she replied impishly.

Letting out an unusually girlish whoo hoo, Yemaya sprinted away, her long legs pumping gracefully.

"Last one there gets the top," she yelled, happily, glancing back at Dakota and winking.

Gathering her notepad and belongings, the journalist shook her head slowly, muttering to herself.

"Damn! I hate losing like this!"

By the time Dakota entered their hotel suite, Yemaya was in bed with the sheets pulled up to her chin and pretending to be asleep. The journalist smirked and decided to play along. Yawning, she slowly undressed, crawled in bed and turned on her side, her back toward Yemaya. For several minutes both women lay still, each wondering if the other was faking exhaustion or really feeling it. Just as Dakota was about to cave in to her urges, she felt an arm wrap around her waist and pull her backward.

"So, I guess you are too tired to play," whispered a husky voice as a warm breath caressed her left ear. Shivering, Dakota turned over and stared into the heated icy blue gaze of her lover. Passion burned brightly behind the steamy eyes.

"Tired?" she asked, her voice slightly squeaky. "I don't think so!"

"Good. I would not want to take advantage of your weakened state."

"Since when?" Dakota chuckled, pulling the dark-haired woman toward her and leaning up to capture her lips with her own. Groaning both women pressed into each other, both writhing in an effort to mold their bodies tightly together. Legs separated legs while knees nudged thighs apart in order to press against the warm centers. It would be hours before they collapsed, exhausted from their lovemaking.

Later, the two were peacefully snuggled under the sheets when Dakota’s cell phone chirped. Reaching lazily over Yemaya’s naked body, she grabbed it, flipping open the ear piece.

"Hello?"

"Daks?"

"Mom? What's up?"

Her mother rarely called unless it was important.

"It's your grandmother. She's very sick! I'm not sure she has much time left."

"How much longer?" Dakota asked sitting up.

"A few hours or days at the most, maybe a week if the spirits are kind."

"I'll be home tomorrow!"

"I'll pick you up at the airport."

"That's okay. I can rent a car. It'll make things easier for everyone. Thanks for letting me know, and give Grams my love."

"I will. Be safe, daughter. Oh, and bring Yemaya along. It's about time she met the family, don't you think?"

"I'll let her know. Bye."

"Bye."

Turning to Yemaya, she was about to say something when her lover gathered her into her arms and pulled her close.

"I heard. Sonny will charter you a flight. Besides, it has been a while since you saw everyone, anyway. I definitely do not want them blaming me for keeping their little girl from them." She teased before becoming serious again. "I am so sorry."

"She's old, but she's a wonderful person. She taught me a lot about life and about myself. Between mom and her, I was encouraged to believe I could be anything I wanted."

"Well, no one can predict the future. Maybe it is not as bad as it seems."

"Mom's a good doctor. I just can't take any chances."

"Of course not. I wish I could go with you, but I need to finalize some business in New York. Maybe afterward I can fly down and meet you and this special grandmother of yours."

"That would be great."

Picking up her own phone, Yemaya dialed Sonny and asked him to make arrangements for the flight. Flipping the phone shut she grimaced.

"I guess our vacation is officially over. How about we get some sleep?" she whispered, pulling Dakota close. Nodding slightly, Dakota settled into Yemaya's warm embrace. Placing her cheek against the blonde head of her lover, Yemaya gently combed her fingers through the short strands. "It will be all right," she murmured softly.

Within minutes the two had fallen into a comfortable slumber.