London Lace, Series Complete Set

by Catou Martine

  “And Eliza,” said Christine, taking her hand. “I’m really glad you’re here. That you’re with Todd. That you two are together.”

  Eliza looked away. “I’m not sure if we are. I mean, I’m here, yes. But we’re still getting to know each other…” Her voice trailed off.

  Christine reached for Melissa’s hand. “Sometimes you just know,” she said with a sweet smile. “You know and you just do what you have to do to make it work.”

  The two girls hugged Eliza goodnight.

  Eliza retrieved her things from her room quickly and then paused, taking the time to undress and slip into the red silk robe. She would blend in perfectly in Todd’s room. She didn’t know if he would be in the mood for anything tonight, but she wanted to be ready.

  By the time she got back to his room, Todd was stepping from the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. With a hand towel he patted at his wet hair. He looked up and smiled when Eliza entered.

  “That robe looks great on you. It’s my favorite color.”

  Eliza was tongue-tied. Todd looked unbelievably sexy. His naturally tan-colored skin glowed from the recent caresses of hot water. His nut-brown nipples stiffened in the cool draught Eliza had brought in with her. His wet hair spiked and fell in random arcs, and his smile—even his gaze—seemed slightly off-guard. In this moment he wanted nothing at all from her; he was simply happy she was there.

  Eliza, however, felt suddenly ravenous, and not for food.

  “Um…” How was she going to put this? He was grieving. He needed tenderness, but all Eliza wanted to do was jump him, take her pleasure greedily, hard and fast. She wanted to devour him. What to do, what to do?

  Todd threw the hand towel on the back of one chair and dropped into the other. The firelight made his bare chest glow like gold. He crossed his ankles and Eliza saw the tawny hairs on his shins and knees dry and curl as they warmed. His knees were relaxed and open, the white towel making a shallow valley across his thighs. Shadows under the towel drew Eliza’s attention to the one place she wanted to explore.

  “What have you got there?” said Todd.

  “Hmmm?” She looked at her left hand. She had been standing so still, feeling so distracted, she had forgotten she was holding a hanger. Her borrowed riding attire.

  “Oh. I wondered if you wanted to go for a ride in the morning… To, um, clear your head.” Even though she was the one in need of a head-clearing.

  He offered a crooked smile. “Did Christina put you up to this?”

  “Not exactly. Well, maybe.”

  He nodded and stared at the fire. “So I’m not around when they take Jez’s body away.”

  “So you can remember her the way she used to be.”

  “And you want to do this even after your close call this afternoon?”

  “I want what’s best for you.”

  He paused, staring at her. Then he started to shake his head. “You care about what’s best for me?”

  “Of course I do.” She set her toiletry kit on the edge of the bed and hung her riding clothes on the closet door handle.

  “You’re good to me, Eliza. Maybe too good.”

  Turning away briefly had given her a much-needed moment to compose herself. Back in her room, she had slipped on the red robe and slipped out of everything except her bra and panties. Her first look at Todd had soaked those, and her folds were already swollen with desire fueled by imagination. But he needed companionship and comfort right now, not her bad-girl out-of-control sexual desire for him.

  “Oh, I don’t think I’m that good.”

  She turned back to see him leaning further back in the chair, one ankle across the opposite knee, the shadows less shadowy now...

  “Why would you say that?”

  She was certain she saw something between his legs, but it wasn’t hard and straining. Maybe she looked good wearing his favorite color but it didn’t look like he would be aroused tonight. She swallowed, trying to control her one-sided desire, as she shifted from one foot to the other.

  He gave her a quizzical look. “What’s the matter? Do you need the loo?”

  “Um, yeah. Yes, I do.” She ducked into the bathroom for a moment. She didn’t need to pee but she did need to come. Should she do the deed and get that out of the way? She might explode if she didn’t. Could she do it quickly and quietly in the time it took to pee? She slipped her middle finger down the front of her panties and nearly slid right out the back! But that felt good…She slid back and forth a bit and then pressed feverishly into her nub, willing the orgasm, the release, to come quickly. She twirled and pressed, her breath catching in her throat. Almost of its own accord, her other hand fanned across her bra cup, pulled its edge away in search of a nipple…

  “Eliza? Are you all right in there?”

  Damn! What was she thinking? She should have said she wanted a shower, then the water would be running, she could take longer, and he wouldn’t suspect a thing. But this was silly. She must muster her self-control. She abandoned her desire and tightened the sash of her robe. Opening the door, she saw Todd standing there—yes, still in his sexy towel, damn him—with a worried look on his face.

  “I don’t think I can stay here, Todd. In this room. Tonight. With you.” She fidgeted with the pockets of the robe and shifted from side to side.

  “But I want you to. I need you.” He actually looked hurt.

  “I know you need comfort and kindness and a shoulder to—” She couldn’t help looking at his bare shoulder when she said the word and that just made her desire flare up again.

  “Eliza, what’s wrong?” He reached for her hands. “What’s making you run again?” He brought one hand up toward his shoulder, as if to pull her into an embrace, or so she thought. He ended up lifting her hand to kiss it, as a gentleman might do to a lady. It happened to be her right hand, and her scent was unmistakable.

  He looked surprised for a second and then his look turned sly. “Eliza?”

  Her cheeks flared, taking on the silken shade she was sheathed in and making her further blend with the walls.

  Todd chuckled. “Are you hiding something from me?”

  She yanked her hand away and pushed past him out the bathroom.

  “It’s not appropriate, I know. You’re grieving, you’re sad. I want to be there for you as your friend. I want you to count on me for that, but…”

  “But what?” He had crossed his arms and was leaning against the bathroom door jamb, ankles crossed, towel still perfectly draped across his narrow hips and lean belly…

  “Look at you!”

  He did look down at himself. “What? You’re offended by my lack of wardrobe?” When he met her gaze he was chuckling and his eyes danced with mischief.

  “You look like a damn underwear model and you know it.”

  His gaze grew serious. “I don’t feel like one.”

  “Exactly, my point. You need to rest. You need to be quiet. Take your time to get over your loss.”

  “And you need something else?” He raised his eyebrow suggestively. She rolled her eyes.

  “What I need doesn’t matter right now.”

  “Oh, but it does.” He took a step toward her. “You can’t possibly know what I need, Eliza. You can’t read my mind. Maybe I do need all those things you said but there’s something else I need more than all that.”

  “What?”

  He took another step closer but still remained a little more than arm’s length away, which was maddening in a way but also a relief because otherwise she might reach out and grab him.

  “I need you to be yourself. I need you to be honest.” He laid a finger by the side of his nose. “Your body doesn’t lie.” He smiled.

  “And what about yours?” She glanced down at his towel, at the perfectly draped cloth, no stirrings to be seen.

  “It’s true I’m tired and I’ve had an emotional day. But I have a feeling if you’d let me get close enough… If you showed me what you wanted… If I let yo
u have your way with me…”

  He bridged the distance between them now and reached for her hand again, the same one. Bringing her fingers to his face he kissed the tip of the middle one and then guided it into his mouth where his tongue swirled and his lips sucked at the salty sweetness of it. Eliza closed her eyes for a second, allowing the sensation to register throughout the rest of her body. But just as she was trailing an imaginary line across her belly, Todd withdrew her finger from his mouth. Then he drew a line, using her finger, along his neck, across his pecs, down to his abs, until her finger was resting on the edge of his towel.

  “Go ahead,” he whispered. “Have your way with me.”

  She took a breath, looked into his eyes to double-check their sincerity. Then she slid her finger under the edge of the towel and pulled. The towel fell away, pooling around Todd’s feet.

  She gave a little intake of breath. There he was – it was – stiffening slowly under her gaze. She put both hands there, feeling it move and change from its soft, delicate, loose shape into a hard throbbing extra-limb, one she could do a lot with. She looked into Todd’s eyes again.

  “That’s what you wanted?” he said.

  “Only if you want it, too.”

  “I want you to want it.”

  She swallowed. “I do.”

  “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, leaning toward her, his lips against her forehead. “You’re in charge.”

  “Fire,” she whispered back.

  He pulled back with a question in his eye, his eyebrow raised. She placed both hands against his chest and nudged him backwards.

  “The fire. Go to the fire.”

  He stepped over the towel and waited until she nudged him again. She smiled. Apparently, she really was in charge.

  “More,” she said, pushing him again.

  He took another step. “Again,” she whispered until he was standing in the empty space between the two leather sitting chairs. She sat on the foot of the bed and stared at him, at his sculpted physique. Not overly muscular but very defined, legs perfectly proportioned to his 6’1 height. The flickering firelight behind him limned his figure so that he seemed to radiate a golden light. Eliza drank him up with her eyes. He was at half-mast.

  “Touch yourself,” she said.

  He shook his head, a rueful smile on his lips. “I’m not doing anything tonight.”

  “But you said you wanted me to have what I want.”

  “Tonight you take it, but I’m not giving it away.”

  Interesting. And different. She paused to think for a moment or two, but not too long, because over-thinking would ruin everything. He stood there patiently, but he was softening. Unless she did something different herself this might be the way of the evening.

  Keeping an eye on him, she undid the sash of the red robe and let it fall from her shoulders onto the end of the bed. She spread her thighs apart, using her hands to lift and move her flesh across the velvet blanket she was perched on. He watched her, and the softening stopped.

  She wondered at his degree of relaxation and control, even stubbornness, when she knew he could be animal-like in his need for her, greedy and demanding. He was none of those things tonight. She had been feeling animal-like, greedy, and demanding, but she had tried to control herself, and hide, in order to be good, to be thoughtful, to put his needs first. But he didn’t seem to need her to do that, not the way she had perceived it anyway. Maybe her taking care of her own needs was a way of caring for him? It seemed counter-intuitive, but then again, weren’t men always taking care of themselves and trying to anticipate the needs of the women around them? Maybe it was a break for him to not be in control, to just not do anything for a change. Except respond. Which one particular part of his body was doing nicely now…

  His face remained fairly impassive except for the smallest hint of a smile trying to tug at the corners of his lips. The fire continued to flicker, its light behind Todd made his shadow elongate toward the bed where Eliza sat pondering.

  She ran her fingers lightly over her thighs. She smiled at Todd through the long lashes of her half-closed eyes. She decided to enjoy this. She decided to take some risks.

  She slid her thumbs under the wire of her bra and she flipped it up to expose her hard nipples and the taut skin of her tits. Todd’s expression didn’t change, nor did his stance, but she heard a shift in the rhythm of his breathing. She smiled. Then she stood up and turned away from him, so that she was facing the head of the bed. She repositioned her bra and wondered if she might have imagined a sigh of disapproval. She glanced over her shoulder, but he gave nothing away. He was as stoic as ever. She shot him a mischievous grin, and then she laid a hand across each of her butt cheeks, separated only by the silky thread of her thong, and lifted, almost-but-not-quite exposing the warm, wet channel within. The black silky strip of her thong coupled with the shadow he cast over her, would not allow much to be revealed. She heard him exhale. Was that frustration?

  “I get to do whatever I want, right?” she said.

  “Yes, only I thought that might include me.”

  “Oh, it will.” She winked at him. “But you’re not allowed to move until I say so?”

  “I won’t move until you make me move, which means eventually you’ll have to touch me.”

  “Oh, I will.” She thought back to a short while ago when she had locked herself in the bathroom so that she could touch herself because it took too much will power not to touch him. Now he was hers for the taking—just standing there, feet hip width apart, hands by his sides, cock trembling at full mast now.

  “You can test my resolve all you want,” he said. “My stubbornness will outlast your teasing.”

  “Oh, I’m not teasing. I’m just enjoying myself,” she said as she crawled slowly onto the bed with her ass high and back arched. “And that’s what I want: to enjoy myself. And for you to enjoy me enjoying myself, without you having to do anything.”

  He cleared his throat, and peeking through her splayed legs she saw his hands twitch by his sides.

  “So far, so good,” he said, but she could tell he was aching to stroke himself.

  “Don’t you dare move,” she whispered as she slithered to the head of the bed. Using her arms and straightening her legs, she pushed her ass even higher in the air as she settled into a rocking downward dog position. She opened her legs even wider. Todd stifled a moan.

  “You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself quite enough yet,” he said to cover up his reaction.

  “I think you’re right,” said Eliza as she lifted one arm and slid it back along her belly and in between her legs. Slipping her fingers down her panties, she pushed along her slick valley until her middle finger was as far back as it could go and she knew Todd could see it swirling and twirling around between her two openings.

  “Mmmmm…. This feels good.”

  “Eliza…” His growl contained a warning tone. As she looked at him between her legs, she saw the head of his cock glistening with moisture. His fists were clenched.

  “Ohhhh,” she continued. “I would really enjoy a cock in here.” She moaned deeply as her finger plunged into her pussy. “Mmmm….”

  She withdrew her finger, pushed herself up until she was standing on the bed, and she took careful steps back to the edge, toward Todd. She wrapped her fingers around the brace bar between the bed’s two end posts. She didn’t know if it was strong enough to support her weight but it definitely allowed her to keep her balance. Her other fingers, including the one she had just pulled from her pussy, she slid between her lips. She started sucking. And then she started swaying her hips side to side.

  She switched the hand holding the bar and used the other to slide her bra strap from her shoulder. She hummed a light beat, something you might hear in a peeler club, as she slid the other strap down. Her hips swayed and then turned as she twirled away from him. With her back to him, she unclasped her bra one eyehook at a time, her ass rocking back and forth to the beat she
had set.

  She twirled her bra on her finger and smiled as she tossed it lightly to him. She always won the ring toss at the Sheffield Fair Days and tonight she still had her touch. The strap lassoed his cock and hung there. Her eyes twinkled—he couldn’t make a move to remove it. His cock pulsed involuntarily as it responded to this unexpected ornament.

  Next, she leaned into one of the posts, slid her panties down, and stepped out of them. Gathering them up in her toes, she tossed those toward him, too. His hand shot out and he caught them.

  “Good reflexes,” she murmured. “But you’re breaking the rules.”

  “Clearly you have your own interpretation of the rules,” he said as drew her damp panties under his nose and then sucked at the gusset.

  “You’re having a hard time not doing anything, aren’t you?” She lifted one of her legs in a high stretch, like a ballerina, and rested it against the post. She was completely, utterly exposed to him, but still out of reach.

  “I thought I would just be able to lay back and be savored.”

  “Oh, you will be,” she whispered huskily. She twirled and turned on the edge of the bed a few more times using the upper bar and posts to support her impromptu dance and then she hopped down to the floor and continued to swirl around him, drawing her fingers lightly across his belly and making him flinch. She danced behind him now, allowing her tits, with their erect nipples, to graze along his back. She pushed her pelvis into his hip and moved up and down his thigh leaving wet pussy kisses all along his skin. He kept his eyes forward, his body tensed with control.

  “Are you still tired?” she asked.

  He shook his head. She danced her tits across his chest and then down toward his abs. She draped one then the other over his cock, which strained and pulsed to reach her. She was ware of an outer heat from the fire and an inner heat from her dancing.

  “I’m all warmed up now,” she said. She slipped her bra off his cock and took her panties from his hand and set them both on the end of the bed. “In fact, I’m hot,” she said slipping hand across her vulva until her fingers were buried deep inside her pussy.