"Jeffrey Lord - Blade 07 - Pearl of Patmos" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lord Jeffery)

thighs against his, caressing her sleek tan hide, watching her rosebud nipples turn into pink needles. He
swam out another hundred yards, then a hundred more. Neither was in the least winded or tired. She
might, he thought, be nearly as good in the water as he was. Blade could swim twenty miles without
breathing hard.
"This is far enough," she breathed. They kissed. She put her hand down into his breech cloth.
"Hercules," she murmured. "Hercules indeed."
Still holding him in a firm grip, squeezing and stroking, she arched her back and bowed a little away
from him. Mischief danced in the narrowed green eyes and in the little smile.
"People have told me that this is impossible. You knowтАФthat you can't really do anything
underwater."
He was finished with nonsense. He tugged at the black pants. He said, "People tell you anything.
Now, Diana, will you please shut up!"
"You shut me up. Fill me up."
He closed her lips with his own and she stopped his mouth with her tongue. She kept her eyes tightly
closed as she twisted and helped him strip off her pants.
"Don't lose them. IтАФ"
"Be quiet. Too late, anyway. They're gone."
"I don't care. To hell with them. Where are you, darling?"
Blade thrust strongly between her welcoming thighs. Her hand found and guided him. "Oh, yes. Yes.
I thought I had misplaced you. Oh, yes. There. Just there."
Without taking her mouth from his she gave a little leap and pinioned his waist in her long thighs.
Blade slid easily, deeply, into that moist undersea cavern. She locked her ankles behind him, squeezing
and tugging with amazing strength. After a moment she bit his ear and whispered, "I want every bit of
you. Every bit!"
A minute passed in which they did not speak. Their bodies spoke, and her sighs and Blade's
breathing, but no words came.
Then she said: "I hope you can tread water for both of us, my love. I shan't be much help. Oh, dear
God!"
Blade, frantically exploring the long and narrow grotto that clasped him, that was at once victor and
captive, longing to surrender, to be subjected, felt himself near to climax.
As was she. She murmured in his ear. "I shan't be long. Not long."
He somehow managed the words, "Breathe deep," barely coherent above the tortured rasp of his
breathing. She nodded and clung to him in a fast-rushing last frenzy. They sank beneath the pale blue
water.
Downward. Slowly. Turning and twisting and drifting. Through liquid luminescence into growing
darkness. Her eyes were closed, her hair a trail of brown kelp, her nose and mouth pinched shut and
pressed close to Blade's face. Down and down, both shuddering, convulsing, two intertwined coral
statues, two drowned and yet living things. And then not two creatures, but one. Fused. Welded. Sharing
the volcanic experience.
They floated upward in gentleness, limbs locked. They surfaced and saw the sun with surprise.
Nothing had changed. Eternity had lasted less than a minute.
For a minute or two they floated lazily side by side, silent, each content and harboring secret thoughts
that would remain secret. Blade held her hand, small and cold, and at last said, "There is always the
killjoy, the practical character, who must drag the balloon down to earth; I guess I'm elected. We are in
something of a pickle, Diana. We have lost your pants."
Somehow he had expected her to laugh. When she did not, when she said nothing, he swirled in the
water to see her face better. She was regarding him with languor, her misty eyes still remembering
ecstasy. Blade put his cheek against one of her breasts. She stroked his sleek damp head, but after a
moment pulled away from him.
"No matter," she said. "I still have my frock. And my car is parked in a lane near the cliffs. I'll be all