"Jeffrey Lord - Blade 11 - Dimension of Dreams" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lord Jeffery)

her. He lowered himself slowly as she arched her body up toward him, and then he was in her. Her eyes
and mouth opened still wider as he drove deep inside her, timing his thrusts with the arching of her body
to bury himself deeper and deeper. Annie responded quickly and climaxed easily, but as far as she was
concerned, that simply meant even more opportunities for delight at each bout. So Blade was as careful
to pace himself with her as if she had taken half an hour to reach the boiling point.
Steadily he stroked, calling on all his endurance to hold himself back each time Annie heaved and
writhed under him. Her sweat-glazed thighs locked still tighter around him, and her feet beat a-tattoo on
his back. Her mouth was continuously open, but only incoherent animal noises came from itтАФsobs and
gasps and little screams as the spasms wrenched her body. Bit by bit Blade felt his endurance reaching its
limits and his control slippingтАФas though he were boiling inside and about to burst. He fought to hold,
held on through one more heave of Annie's thighs. Then with a choked sound no more human than
Annie's gasps and moans, he poured himself into her so fiercely that it seemed as though he would drain
away through his fiercely pumping organ and shrink away to nothing. Finally every part of him went limp
except the massive arms that still held his weight off Annie. Her eyes were glazed as they looked up at
him.
Gradually life and movement returned to both of them. He eased himself down on the floor with one
arm still trailing across Annie's body. Both her hands were still locked over his arm. Gradually they
sucked in enough air so that their chests no longer heaved like those of mountaineers struggling up a
slope. Gradually their eyes met again, and Annie's expression of animal contentment gave way to her
normal impish smile.
And gradually Blade realized that this night was the beginning of the end for them. They had pushed
the sexual attraction and companionship that lay at the base of their relationship as far as it would go.
Both would shy away from pushing things further, into marriage. It might take a few months, of course,
because there was nothing bad pushing them apart, merely their own preferences. But there would
eventually come a day when they would see each other at a party inLondon and do nothing more than
smile and nod in greeting, then pass on, each with his own partner.


Chapter Two
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Lord Leighton's message caught up with Blade the next afternoon at the Sailor's Head Tavern in
Folkestone. On all his Channel trips with Annie the eighteenth-century pub on the waterfront had been
Blade's message drop. The pubkeeper, a retired Royal Navy petty officer, knew him well and could be
trusted to keep his mouth shut about Blade's comings and goings. Besides a discreet landlord, the Sailor's
Head also had good beer.
It was over a glass of that beer that Blade read the message. Simple, straightforward, familiar. As he
read it, his senses seemed to sharpen until everything in the room seemed to have extra force and
vividnessтАФthe smells of beer and tobacco and lemon-scented floor cleanser, the sounds of glasses
clinking and darts plunking into the board at the back of the room, the stray gleams of watery sunlight
wandering in through the windows and striking fire from the copper trays hanging above the bar.
He was going into Dimension X again, and this might be the last time he'd ever see any of these
familiar English sights: So far he had always returned, often battered and bruised and lame, but there was
always the possibility of something going wrong with either the computer or his own skills. He might be
trapped; he might be killed. The lust for adventure was strong in him, but as he looked around the pub, it
occurred to him that his Dimension X travels might be too much of a good thing. Then he paid his bill and
went outside to where his MG was parked, his equipment already in it. Annie was on her way back
toLondon , so there were no good-byes to be said before he fired up the engine and trundled the little
sports car onto the motorway forLondon .
During his absence the cleaning lady had whirled through Blade'sWest End apartment like an orderly
hurricane. All the carefully cultivated clutter of his bachelor life had been swept away and rearranged in