They both laughed, growing quieter as their eyes met. He cradled her face, amazed at the connection he felt with her, wanting more of her. Not just her body, but her mind, her free spirit. What did she like to read? Did she like chocolate? Was she a morning or night person…
Did they have the potential to be more? Maybe Jimmie had been right…maybe Bill had fallen in love….
And she wondered if he liked her hair?
“Ellie,” he murmured, his heart tumbling like the dark waves in the distance, “it’s you I like.”
He lowered his hands, his fingertips grazing the softness of her shoulder, the roughened texture of lace along the sides of her corset, the slickness of her satin skirt. Wrapping his hands around her, he cupped her bottom and pulled her gently against him.
“It’s you I want.”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss in her hair, drowning in the lavender scent of her shampoo, trailing his lips down her impossibly soft cheek.
“You,” he whispered.
He brushed his mouth against hers, sharing her sweet breath.
“You,” he murmured, “You…”
He pressed his mouth to hers, nibbling her plump top lip, tasting, teasing, before sliding his tongue between her lips. She opened her mouth for him, emitting a low, throaty sound of such pure pleasure, he felt himself get hard.
The feel of her nails scraping lightly on his neck stimulated him even more. He took the kiss deeper, invading the wet warmth with his tongue, seeking, exploring, wanting her so much his entire body ached.
With a low, prolonged shudder, Ellie gripped his shoulders, rising up and positioning herself until her pelvis pressed against his erection.
“Oh…” she whispered, “that’s…so…good.”
It was better than that. Holding her tightly against him, he looked around. A few couples were exiting the festival, cutting up to the highway.
“No one can see,” she murmured, thrusting against him with small, controlled movements.
“Ellie…”
“Shh…oh yes, stay like that.” She thrust lightly again. “They’ll just think we’re kissing….”
She looked up into the shadow of his face, moaning as his lips found hers.
Insinuating his body closer, feeling her flattened breasts against his chest, he groaned as their kiss picked up where they’d left off, their tongues coiling and curling and sucking, her pelvis making him crazy with those small, tight thrusts.
Cupping her bottom, he crushed her against his swollen need, growing even hotter thinking about that short, teasing front panel of her skirt. It wouldn’t take much to lift it all the way and slip inside….
He yanked back his head, breaking off the kiss.
She looked at him with a stunned expression, her mouth open, those luscious mounds quivering with each breath.
“What?” she whispered shakily.
He glanced toward the billboard as he swiped a hand across his slick brow. “Okay,” he said, turning back. “Now that we’ve rested—”
“You call that resting?”
“You know what I mean.” He mindlessly flapped the edge of his shirt, as though that might cool him down.
“Oh, no!” she said, shaking her head vehemently. “I’m not taking a two-mile hike after that!”
“Ellie.” He rasped a laugh. “It’s not two miles—”
“I’m not through resting!” With a grin, she fisted her hands on her hips to stand her ground, teetering slightly.
He sputtered a laugh. “Okay, I get your point. I’d like a nice big rest, too, but it’s time to go.”
“No.”
“We can’t stay here.”
“No?”
“No.” A couple walked past, laughing, waving good-night. He nodded, waved. “See what I mean?”
“They’re at least forty feet away!”
“For crissake, Ellie, you want to do it right here, in front of everyone?” He blinked at the why-not look on her face. “My God,” he murmured, “you really are an exhibitionist!”
She rolled her eyes. “And this from the man who stormed the stage like King Kong.”
“Like you didn’t love it.”
“I did,” she whispered. “Every single moment.”
The way she looked at him gave his heart a squeeze.
“But to go back to your question, no, I don’t want to do it where people can see…I mean, that’s great fantasy material, just not so hot in the real world.”
“You—” He blinked. “You’ve done that?”
“No!” She paused. “Have you?”
“No!”
She studied his face for a moment. “Three-way?”
He cleared his throat. “Let’s grab our shoes, hit the road.”
She gasped. “More than once?”
“I can’t believe we’re—” He blew out an exasperated breath. “Once. Okay, where’d you toss your shoes?”
“Only once?”
“Only once.”
She made a vague gesture toward the south. “Me, never. I was invited to, but I really didn’t like the guy. His girlfriend was nice, but…” She scrunched her face. “Not my thing.”
“Thanks for sharing,” he muttered, checking the sand.
She looked out toward the black, distant waves. “Although I wouldn’t want to do it where people could see, I wouldn’t mind if it were darker….”
“Well, it’s not darker, and your shoes aren’t over here.”
“Here’s one…” She halted, looked over at him. “Never mind, false alarm.” She picked up his thong. If he had to keep looking for it, they’d have to stay here longer….
She loved how the light played on his body. Wearing so few clothes—shorts and a shirt—there was a lot of naked to see on the man. When he crossed between her and highway lights, she caught jagged flashes of his silhouette. The outline of a muscled leg. The curve of a bicep. Even the dark, threadlike shape of his fingers.
She recalled the different ways those fingers had touched her. Feathering lightly across her back. Burrowing into her hair. Or, just moments ago, crushing her greedily against his swollen groin.
Her sex throbbed. She was so hot, so turned on….
“I’ll look over here,” she called out, sauntering toward the beach, looking at him over her shoulder. When his back was turned, she smiled, tossed the thong aside. It’d take a long time to find it, if it was even findable in the dark.
In a matter of steps, she’d crossed into the dusky night, where she tugged loose the satin ribbon that threaded together the front of her corset. Standing near the shoreline, she paused, listened to the distant pounding surf. A low-flying plane, its light blinking, seemed to coast in front of the moon.
She pulled apart the top of the bodice, sucking in a sharp breath at the onslaught of cool air against exposed skin. She wanted to make it as easy as possible for him to do the things she wanted to do. Fumbling in the dark with the ribbons and buttons on her corset was the last thing she wanted them to be spending their time on.
“Found one of your shoes,” he called out.
She strangled back a laugh. This guy needed to be reeled in, get his priorities straight. If she wanted to go hunting for shoes, she’d go on a shopping spree with her girlfriends. Right now, all that mattered was to be together in the dark, immersing themselves with each other, feeding their hunger.
She strolled toward him, feeling bold, sexual, a predator stalking its prey. Unashamed, primed, ready to indulge her needs in the moment…not later, but here, now.
As she approached, he halted his search and straightened, watching her, a question in his eyes.
“Ellie?”
He stood on the edge of the light, not bright enough for him to see she’d loosened her top, or recognize the look in her eyes. But even a blind man in the dark could feel and hear….
She stopped inches from him, her breasts rising and falling with her needy breaths. She took his hand and pulled it to her, laid it
gently on her pushed-up, swollen breast.
“Oh, yes,” she said, her control growing ragged as chills rippled through her. “I love your hands on me,” she whispered. “When you touch me, it’s unbelievable how it makes me feel. It turns me on, makes me ache for more.”
Even in this hazy light, she saw a hot, needy look flicker to life in his dark eyes.
She leaned forward and lightly touched her lips to his.
Once.
Then she pulled back and, ever so lightly, trailed his hand down over her loosened corset, letting him feel how it barely contained her spilling breasts.
“I’m so horny,” she murmured, “I could probably come with a single touch.”
Then she gently released his hand, turned and started walking toward the shoreline, not bothering to look back because she knew he’d follow, ready to do her bidding.
The queen had spoken.
FEW THINGS threw Bill off. He was like a bull in that way. Solid, grounded, fearless. But wave a red flag, and he’d snort and bellow and paw the ground, intent and focused on one thing and one thing only.
That is, after he regained his motor skills. For the moment, it was all he could do to remain standing. The breathy ache in her voice, the creamy plumpness of her breasts, the knowledge that she’d loosened that sexy corset had left him foggy, disoriented…and incredibly turned on.
He dropped the shoes and followed.
Stumbling across the sand, he kept his eyes on the wavering mirage of her pale back and arms. The rest of her, the black corset, black skirt, black hair, seemed to merge with the night.
The sand softened under his feet, moist from the recent tide. He paused, let his eyes adjust to the darkness. In the distance, waves sparkled under the moonlight. Somewhere out there, the noise of distant surfboards chopping and cutting the waves sounded almost like a hand stroking skin.
“Over here,” whispered Ellie.
He turned, momentarily awestruck at the sight.
She looked otherworldly, a vision in black, her face hovering and faint. Like a siren in the velvet night.
Not enough light to distinguish features, but enough to grasp shapes and movements; he realized she held out her hand. She seemed so comfortable here. He smiled to himself. Perhaps because this was her realm. Yes, indeed.
The Queen of Evil.
He grasped her hand, pulled her into his arms. Lowering his head, he felt dizzy with the feel, the scent, the warmth of her. Just holding her made him crazy for relief. He gritted his teeth, fighting the need even as it spiraled higher, hotter. Burrowing his lips into her silky hair, he inhaled its rich scent like a man taking his last breath.
“Lavender,” he murmured, an image flashing in his mind. Summer. Fragrant purple blossoms. “I remember now,” he whispered, warming to the memory, “your mom was always watering lavender bushes along the side of your house.”
“You remember the funniest things.”
“It’s all in the details,” he murmured, burrowing a hand into the silky mass. “Lavender is like you. Vibrant and sweet.”
She laughed softly. “I’m not that sweet.”
“That’s right.” He nuzzled the sensitive patch of skin behind her ear. “Not when you’re the Queen of Evil.”
His hands hungrily roamed over her back, sliding over an expanse of satin, like liquid under his fingers. “When I first saw you tonight—” he slid his hand up her back, luxuriating in the silky warmth of her skin “—your breasts pushed up like that, your legs exposed underneath that naughty skirt—” he released a ragged breath “—I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.”
He slowly stroked his flattened palm along the back, up, then down.
“It opens in front,” she murmured.
“Thanks for the directions,” he whispered, capturing her earlobe with his teeth. He nibbled and suckled, excited by her small moan of pleasure.
She suddenly grabbed his head and pulled him into a deep kiss, teasing her tongue into his mouth with a low, needy moan that shot a blast of heat right down to his groin. She slid her tongue in and out, licking and sucking, her frenzy building.
Ellie suddenly jerked back her head, her lips leaving his with an audible pop. She stepped back, just out of reach.
He took a deep breath, confused. “You okay?”
She half laughed, the sound light, teasing. “Very okay.” A moment passed. “Can you see what I’m doing?”
He blinked, straining to discern the pale movement of her hands in the dark. “No.”
“Listen.”
He heard a wisp of satin. A succession of light snaps.
“I’m taking off my corset.”
The black peeled off, dropped. In the moonlight, he saw her naked from the waist up, the tips of her breasts dusty against her soft, pale skin. Her lack of inhibition driving his need higher.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
He closed the space between them, gently, gently reaching for her breasts, stifling a moan as his palms brushed up against her soft, full mounds.
“Yes.” She shuddered.
She pressed against him, filling his hands, her nipples nestled against his palms. He brushed them lightly back and forth, back and forth, his need flaring higher as he felt the tips swell and harden, heard her whimpers and moans.
He invoked the memory of her baring her breast when they’d stopped at the top of the Ferris wheel, the jolting thrill of seeing its pebble pink tip, the creamy sheen of her mounds. “Later,” he murmured, “I want to see you naked under the light…all of you…”
As she groaned her agreement, he squeezed and kneaded her breasts, then tugged and rolled her hardened nibs, watching her pale body arch with pleasure.
He lowered his head, taking one taut nib into his mouth, flicking and sucking it while stroking the lush weight of the other. When she cried out, he increased his torment, sucking and nipping the sweet puckered nipple until she lay in his arms, her back arched, her head tossed back, her breasts thrust forward as she whimpered she wanted more…more….
“Ellie,” he whispered, lifting his head slightly, “you’re driving me crazy.”
With a needy sound, she gripped his head, holding it in place. He looked up at her pale face, the swirl of night and stars behind her head, imagining her a wanton pagan, a mysterious goddess, a demanding queen. Tightening her grip on his head, she slid and rubbed one nipple, then the other, against his lips, murmuring dark wishes which he greedily obeyed.
And then he was kissing her again, forcing her head back, his lips driving into hers, nipping, devouring, his need furious and hot and urgent…ready to spread her, take her….
Ellie leaned back, momentarily stunned at the beast that had risen in Bill’s place, his mouth demanding, his tongue aggressive, his words explicit and coarse. She’d never been kissed this way, kisses that intoxicated and tormented, made her entire body ache and throb for more.
A beach babe would hate it.
This goth chick loved it.
This powerful, commanding, potent man’s needs were like a searing stake to her heart, killing off all pretenses while igniting in her a lusty, unrepentant creature whose desires would not be denied. A snarl, guttural and disturbing, rolled up her throat, the primal sound lost in his ravaging mouth.
An instant later he ripped his lips away. Turning her around, panting, she faced the dark, glistening ocean. He nestled behind her, whispering into her ear.
“You hot little exhibitionist,” he murmured, taking a moment to suckle her earlobe before continuing. “Let’s pretend you’re on stage, the wild elements your audience….”
As he spoke, he trailed one hand down to a breast, circling her aching nipple.
“Lift your skirt,” he murmured, his lips moving against her neck, making her skin prickle.
She did, and he slid his fingers inside the elastic band of her fishnet stockings, inside her panties, gently separating her folds, his touch feather soft, seeking…
“Tell
me where,” he whispered, nuzzling her cheek.
She opened her mouth, tasted the salty air, his ministrations on her breast igniting a line of liquid heat down to her groin, where his other hand deftly, lightly circled her nub, waiting for her command.
“A little to the left,” she murmured, gasping as he found the spot.
“Is that good?”
She tensed, clutching the skirt as passion whipped through her blood. “Yes,” she gasped, the word dissolving into a moan as his fingers worked their magic. His lips nuzzled her neck as he dipped one finger, then two into the slick crevice.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured huskily.
Shuddering in her throat, she tilted her pelvis forward, rising eagerly with his building tempo.
Through slitted eyes, she looked out at the dark churning ocean, its cool breezes rushing over her, causing her skin to prickle pleasurably. She felt deliciously decadent, unabashedly wanton. Never in her life had she indulged her sexuality like this, felt safe enough, trusted enough to let her fantasy go.
She spread her legs wider to experience more sensation, her hips grinding involuntarily with the expert movements of his fingers. Her body was oh, so hot, on edge, shaking and quivering as he slipped and slid between her legs, harder and faster, driving her higher….
“Come for me,” he growled.
The creature released a prolonged, needy groan.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Give it to me, let me hear you, feel you….”
Her body shivered all over, the sensations building inside her until she didn’t think she could take any more. Her entire being on edge, ready to burst, so hot, so ready.
Suddenly, release ripped through her, ecstasy so exquisite, so savage. She threw back her head and cried out, sinking against Bill’s hold, riding and rubbing his hand, again and again, until the spasms gradually lessened….
She sank against him, heaving breaths, sated and sleepy, vaguely aware of his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.
They stayed that way for a quiet moment, looking out at the endless black ocean, the sparkle of moonlight, the scatter of stars.
“That’s the best I’ve ever had,” she finally whispered.
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