THE SON OF ELI 2: LIKE A GOD

CHAPTER 21: PARADISE LOST

They smiled at each other across the small table in the kitchen as they ate. After a while, Sarai stood up with her plate and approached him. Eli looked at her with twinkling eyes, loving every movement and gesture she made. 

Sarai put her plate next to his and squeezed herself between him and the table, forcing him to move the chair back, then she sat on his thigh and proceeded to scoop food with the spoon into his mouth with one arm around his neck. 

Eli reciprocated, and like two children they giggled and fed each other. With their plates emptied, she gave him water from a glass and gestured to him to give her a drink too. 

They stared into each other’s eyes as the laughter suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a fierce moment of awareness. Sarai slowly turned to him, putting her other leg across his free thigh and slipped both arms around his neck. 

She kissed him slowly, deeply, moaning as he held her tight and responded to her. His hands cradled her spine as his lips dropped first to her throat, then to her right n****e still encased in the shirt she had slipped on. Her n****e was hard beneath the material, and she moaned softly and caressed his ears. 

Suddenly, she drew back and got off his thighs. 

Eli stared at her, alarmed, but her face was flushed with desire as she took his hand and tried to lead him to the bedroom. He smiled and pulled his hand from hers, and this time it was her turn to look at him with consternation. 

“Why?” she signed angrily, her eyes flashing. 

Eli took a step closer to her and put a hand on her cheek, then he kissed her gently. Impatiently.

She stepped back, breathing hard, and signed again.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“I know of a better place,” he signed to her. “Let’s go there.”

Her expression reflected her indecision and pent-up frustration, but she began to giggle when he picked her up and carried her to the wheel. 

She sat beside him when he fired up the boat and took it to sea, cutting a wide U-turn through the water and speeding back towards a deserted beach he had rested on almost a day prior. She loved the wavy foam of the backwash and turned around to stare as they travelled. He gave the boat maximum speed because he was almost as eager as she was to hold her close. 

He laughed when – close to forty minutes later – she gestured crossly why they had been travelling for ages. 

Shortly afterwards, he turned into the shallow waters of the beach, killed the engine, and dropped anchor. He took a tent, blanket, and a flashlight and dropped them into a dinghy fitted with an outboard motor. He motioned her to sit in the dinghy and lowered it into the water. He sat beside her and soon they were headed to the beach. 

Sarai loved it just as he knew she would.

It was a wild beach. Coconuts and green grass capped its banks. It had once been a club of sorts, and he led her to the lawn tennis area where there was a shaded, cool patch lined with tarmac. 

Here, he pitched the tent and slipped the mattress inside. 

Sarai stood looking at him with a shy look on her face.

The coconut trees were filled with fruits, and he jumped into the air and brought down five of them, peeled the barks of two with his bare hands, snapped its top open, and gave one to her. 

She drank thirstily, her beautiful face radiant as she enjoyed the sweet, rich juice. 

He asked if she wanted to eat the milky fruit within, and she signalled:

“Later.”

And then the tension was back between them.

The fun went from her face, and so did the laughter. Her eyes were shaded, and she breathed faster as she walked past him into the tent. Eli turned and stared frankly at her, unable to breathe, as she lifted the T-shirt off her body and her head. She dropped it and remained standing with her back to him. 

His young heart had never seen a person so beautiful as Sarai. He swallowed painfully when he looked at the sheer geography of her body, the amazing skin to the hollows and swells, a body created by a master. 

Until now, he had never really known the concept of real love, but he felt it as he looked at her, and when she finally turned to face him, he lifted his hands slowly. 

“I love you, Sarai.”

“I don’t deserve you,” she signed. “I have been abused.”

“I adore you. I love everything you represent.”

Tears came to her eyes and her lips trembled. She clamped her lips between her teeth and raised her hands to him. Eli walked slowly into the tent, stooping through the entrance because he was so tall and huge. He knelt on the mattress in front of her, circled her waist with his arms, and pressed his lips to her flat belly. 

She sighed and trembled slightly as his tongue explored her, digging gently into her navel and travelling downward. She gasped and put her hands on his head as he lifted her right leg and draped it across his left shoulder, then his lips rested on her core and his tongue gently explored her knob. 

She groaned deeply now, unused to the sudden waves of powerful pleasure that ripped through her body. She was oozing, too filled with a passion she had never expected. She bucked against him, her leg going weak as she trembled uncontrollably. 

She would have fallen heavily then, but he held and guided her gently to the bed. She opened her thighs wider to accommodate his tongue, and her fingers held his head tightly as she began to buck uncontrollably with the beginning of something amazing, something too sweet that she had never felt. 

Eli felt joy soaring through him when he lifted his head and saw the look of sheer bliss on her face. She opened her eyes and her hands moved desperately. 

“Don’t stop, please.”

He moved up her body gently, and her lips claimed his fiercely in a passionate kiss that was filled with fervour and her ascension to real womanhood. 

And because he did not want to hurt her with his thrusts, or make her uncomfortable, he dragged her on top of him and turned on his back. She straddled him, confused for a moment because she had never been in this position because always the impatient men had pinned her down and taken her. 

“How do we do this?” she signed desperately. 

He slipped a hand beneath her ample buttocks, lifted her slightly, used his other hand to raise himself, and slid the tip gently across her core and into her core. 

Her eyes opened wide with a mixture of pleasure and shock as she began to slip down lower and harder on him. Already, his amazing lance was buzzing, moving restlessly in the turbulent fashion that had gladdened Jo and Kate so. Because Sarai had not experienced any encounter this tender, gentle and powerful, it made her gasp and moan and groan, and in a frenzy, she pushed herself down. 

The lance within her vibrated against some magical spot in her, setting all her sensual nerves on fire, and she screamed with sweet agony as, for the very first time in her life, an orgasm hit and tore her apart! 

Eli knew he would pass out if he got too excited, so he tried to hold back, but she would not let him. Her thighs gripped her sides as she bucked, exploding on top of him and kissing her deeply as her insides contorted and dragged him into that point he could not control his passion any longer. 

So, they ripped together in a powerful moment of bliss, holding each other for dear life as they ripped out their passions. 

She collapsed on top of him, breathing hard, laughing, and yet crying at the same time. 

Eli shook her shoulder, and she looked up with tears and the most exquisite expression of bliss on her face.

“I love you,” she signed. 

“I love you harder. This makes me sleep deeply. Do not panic.”

She nodded.

“Eli, my love. I’m so happy. Don’t ever leave me.”

“I can’t. We’ll rescue Simon, and you’ll come with me to my kingdom, and be my queen.”

Her expression was regal, and it made him happy as she fell on his chest and slid her hands across him gently, sweetly. 

He tried to pat her back, but already, everything was beginning to get hazy as he began to slip into unconsciousness.

And then, the fierce screams, hoots, whistles and catcalls filled the air! Sarai sat up with a grunt of terror and looked behind!

Men with hideous painted faces were running on the grass towards their tent! It was the Disciples of God! And, farther back, she could see the horrible purple eyes of the Red Circle demon that called himself God, dressed in his ceremonial long, white gown! 

Sarai looked down at Eli with terrified eyes. 

She held and tried to drag him up, urging him to wake up, to stir!

But Eli’s eyes were trying hard to focus as he tried to push the unconsciousness away. 

Sarai, my love! Oh, dear God! Save her! Run, Sarai, run!

He could see the disciples gaining fast, shrieking as they waved their cutlasses, machetes, axes and other crude weapons! His keen eyes could make out the Red Circle, the one who called himself God, approaching, his face filled with fury and the urge to hurt. 

Eli wanted to raise his hands and warn Sarai, to tell her to flee and never stop because he would find her, wherever she was, he would find her! 

But he couldn’t raise his hands to send a message! 

Flee, Sarai, my love! Go, go! Please, go! They will hurt you and I can’t protect you! Go, please, go!

But she was weeping and trying to drag him up as her terrified eyes kept looking back to see how far the Disciples were. Finally, she did the most amazing thing. She spread herself across Eli’s body protectively!

And that was how they found her!

The Disciples spread themselves in a semi-circle at the entrance and went silent as they stared at her. 

The demon that called himself God walked slowly through the path they had created for him. His purple eyes blazed down at the woman shielding the man with her naked body. 

He reached out, grabbed the tent, and tore it off the two people. 

“Who is the worm that dared to kill my Disciples?” he roared in a ferocious voice. 

Tears coursed down Eli’s cheeks as he stared up at the Red Circle. 

He was a huge, bald man with muscles that were heightened by his new state. His twenty metallic fingers clinked and swished through the air as he flexed them. His purple eyes were filled with ire, and the red bloody concentric circles blazed on his forehead. 

“Leave him alone!” Sarai wept and made the desperate sign language to the God. “I will do anything you ask if you will leave him alone!”

“You don’t dare use your mute s**t on me!” the God screamed, bent, picked up Sarai by the neck, and threw her away savagely! 

Eli screamed within his heart! His eyes danced with agony! He tried to get up, but his limbs would not allow him!