“I declare you, Callista Vale, as the grand victor of this day’s race,” Alexander declared, accenting his words with a downright wicked white-toothed smile. “Now I invite you to claim your trophy.”
With these words, he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt with slow, deliberate moves; searing her with a brazen look of narrow-eyed seduction as he revealed his body to her.
Even as her eyes flew wide at the vision of his massive bronzed chest, one that came complete with sculpted pectorals and fine chiseled abs, Callista shook her head in response to his advances.
“Now Alex,” she told him in a guarded tone, even as her unruly gaze devoured his toned, chiseled physique, “You don’t have to accommodate me now, just because you rejected me last night.”
Alex shook his head.
“It wasn’t me that rejected you, Love. It was a ridiculous, staunch code of Victoria’s morals that—thank the fates—has apparently disappeared by the time of your birth,” he assured her, stripping his shirt off in a slow, teasing motion over one muscled shoulder at a time.
Slipping off of her horse as she returned his wicked smile, Callista shook her head from side to side as she approached him with deliberate, catlike strides.
“Oh, the code of morals to which you refer still exists in my time,” she admitted, continuing through gritted teeth, “Only if you dare to break it, you’re not guillotined or emblazoned with the scarlet letter A. You’re just branded as a slut.”
Sweeping her up in two muscled arms as his rock hard chest pressed tight against hers, an impassioned Alexander stared deep into her eyes as he whispered, “Well, on this day, Love, do allow me to be your prince—and/or your slut. Whichever you so prefer.”
Seizing her lips in a passionate kiss, Alexander swept her, most literally, off her feet and lowered her softly and gently to the grasses beneath them, kneeling at her feet as he freed them from the bounds of her tight, confining riding boots.
Callista sighed contentedly as he suckled her toes and licked the pads of her feet; reaching his sturdy hands upward to strip off her cumbersome petticoats before stealing beneath her skirt.
Alex licked his way up her legs before arriving with a wicked chuckle at the juncture of her trim thighs; lapping open her feminine folds as she invited him inward with a lusty moan.
“Relax, my darling,” he released on a growl. “Just lie back and allow me to do everything—everything, for your pleasure.”
He put these poetic lips to equally good use moments later, gracing his lady with the intimate kiss.
Sealing his full soft lips onto the surface of her hard, throbbing clit, Alexander kissed and suckled her hungry nub as she tossed her head back, letting loose with an aroused growl as shards of pure erotic ecstasy raced upward through every fiber of her being.
Shifting his head from side to side to intensify the sensation, Alex massaged her hips with loving hands as he continued to lick and suckle her; relishing her elated moans as she trembled outright beneath him.
Bucking her hips upward to encourage his advances, an enchanted Callista reveled in a tender rain of sheer orgasmic sparks, ecstasy overcoming her as she reached down to stroke the silken locks of his brilliant golden hair.
Finally and with a long last lick, he sent her careening across the bounds of an incredible clitoral orgasm; one that immersed her in waves of pleasure as she opened her arms to him.
“Come to me,” Callista gasped out, her heart pounding and her pussy gushing in a single divine accord. “I want you inside of me.”
“All in good time, Love,” Alex assured her, crawling like a cat up the length of her body until finally he stared deep into her eyes. “Rest assured that I well plan to take my time with you.”
Accenting these words with a good dose of action moments later, Alexander unbuttoned her satin jacket with agonizing slowness and peeled it away from her sweat-lined skin; also relieving her of her skin tight corset as he licked and suckled her breasts.
Long and languorously, he kissed the skin of her exposed breasts and licked her nipples to hard erect points; his hands running like warm water down the base of her spine as she wriggled and slithered in his arms.
“You are so friggin’ beautiful,” she breathed, her hungry hands massaging and caressing the surface of his rock hard pecs before lowering to tickle his abs.
Then, in a brash and daring move, she unbuttoned and stripped off the taupe fabrics of his long thick pantaloons; releasing as she did a hard erect shaft that seemed to salute her presence.
Soon, her billowy satin skirt joined the rest of their clothes on the emerald crest of a nearby grassy knoll; immersing themselves in a loving embrace as his hard trim hips gyrated playful against her own.
Their joined bodies rolled wild in the grasses beneath them as the song of sweet nightingales christened their passion; their lips again colliding in an intense kiss as the balmy winds of an English afternoon soothed and caressed them.
Wrapping her legs around his trim waist and thrusting herself against him, an aroused Callista ran her fingernails down his planed back as she parted her hard trim thighs before him.
Acting immediate on the lady’s invitation, Alexander fully and finally surged his long hard member to the very depths of her soaking wet pussy; their hips finding an immediate motion as the couple united as one.
Soon, the immaculate back and forth motion of their joined tongues mirrored the thrust of his rod inside her; surging forth to her very core as he plunged full and deep within her.
Suddenly, their eyes flew open and the couple broke their kiss; their bodies still moving together as a single radiant unit and their passion struck gazes met and held.
In a single glance, their disparate worlds seemed to unite in a single smooth flourish; the many centuries and cultural differences that served to separate them dissolving in the scope of a solitary heartbeat.
The couple shared a secret, all knowing smile as—with a long final stroke—Alexander’s shaft surged forth to touch and kiss her very core; sending them careening into the realm of a blissful shared climax.
Callista trembled with pleasure moments later, as she collapsed exhausted in the arms of Alexander and rested her head on his massive muscled chest.
“That was amazing,” she sighed contented, wrapping her arms around his strong muscled shoulders and hugging her lover to her.
“You’re amazing,” he told her, cradling her tenderly in his hard muscled arms as the two continued to cuddle and kiss. “I never want this day to end, Callista. And I yearn never to let you go.”
Chapter eight
“Marco!”
“Polo!”
“Marco!”
“Polo!”
“May I pause our activity just long enough to pose a query, Darling?”
“Of course, my dear!”
“What in the blazes are we doing?”
“I have no earthly idea.”
Opting to enjoy a brief cooling off period in the wake of their heated encounter, Alex and Callista dove headfirst into the crystalline lake that bordered Nathaniel’s property; swimming laps and splashing one another as they enjoyed a cleansing afternoon dip.
Between challenging one another to impromptu water races and splashing each other full in the face, the couple frolicked like kids as they swam with the swans and basked in the breezes of a warm English afternoon.
“I must say it, Callista.” Alexander said her name like the sweetest poetry.
“I do not recall the last time that I have so enjoyed the company of a lady. Please tell me, do you plan to stay on here at Nathaniel’s estate?”
Callista shrugged.
“Well, I’m not so sure that I have much of a choice,” she admitted. “Considering the fact that Jasmin does not have the foggiest idea as to how she brought me back in time, and even less idea as to how to send me back, I’m kinda thinkin’ that I just may have to stick around this joint a while. This extremely elaborate, obscenely corniced, em
bossed and embellished, I don’t even want to know the market value joint.”
Alex chuckled.
“Well, if there does indeed exist a magical time machine just waiting to take you home, I fully intend to rip it apart with my bare hands,” he asserted, adding as he made the oh-so-romantic gesture of splashing her full in the face, “I want to keep you here with me.”
Callista nodded.
“So I take it, then, that you pretty much plan to stay put yourself?” she pressed him, inclining her head sharp in his direction. “You’ll be staying with your brother for a bit?”
It was Alexander’s turn to shrug as he stroked his sculpted chin in an apparent show of thought.
“Well, during my time in the Royal Army, I planned upon discharge to take a brief sojourn at the home of my brother, then retire to my own modest manor house in the heart of Birmingham,” he explained, ducking his head in a rare show of self-consciousness. “Only I fear that my own, more modest homestead may prove unsuitable for an elegant lady such as yourself.”
Callista rolled her eyes.
“Well, seeing that I reside in the architectural equivalence of a dilapidated shoebox, and considering the fact that my entire apartment building likely would fit in the confines of your drawing room, mayhap even your water closet, I somehow feel that your modest domicile would suffice to meet my residential needs,” she asserted, tone more dry and caustic than usual—and that was a feat.
Alex chuckled.
“Although I do hope that you would enjoy my home, I think that I may indeed build a new one—a house located on this very estate, so that I can spend more time with my brother and his bride,” he paused here, aiming a meaningful look in Callista’s direction, “As well as with his bride’s best friend. Perhaps I could secure a job as a palace guard in service of Queen Victoria, or at one of my brother’s many corporate entities.”
Callista nodded.
“And surely there exists a restaurant in London in search of a chef,” she reasoned, adding with a smirk, “I have more than enough experience fixing up all manner of Victorian delicacies—which in this day and age, I suppose would qualify as nouveau cuisine.”
Alex smiled, clapping his hands together as he considered this prospect.
“So there we have it,” he declared. “The origins of a future together. Got any other ideas, Love, to make it even better?”
Callista thought a moment, then snapped her fingers.
“Hey, I know!” she declared. “We could just chuck it all and make love again!”
Pinning her with a wolfish grin that showed her he quite liked this concept, Alexander tossed the length of his long wet mane feverish over one bulging shoulder, crooking his finger teasing in her direction as he invited, “Come to me, my lady.”
Chapter nine
Alexander, Callista couldn’t help but notice, was one of those people who looked annoyingly good wet.
She took a moment to admire the glisten of water droplets across the broad surface of his hard golden chest and chiseled washboard abs, before leaning forward to lick these droplets from his bronzed skin.
The couple floated in a circle at the center of the pond; their arms and legs entangling as her breasts crushed his chest.
Moving and floating with the skilled grace of trained professional dancers, their lips collided next in a passionate kiss; their fingers and tongues entwining tight as they immersed themselves in the soothing waves.
The water indeed proved a scintillating lubricant as Alex’ shaft flew erect beneath the surface; his hands meanwhile cupping and stroking her full breasts until her rock hard nipples grew erect beneath his fingertips.
Descending finally in a heated embrace that swept them for just a moment beneath the water’s surface, the couple shared a most romantic seaborne kiss as their hair flew in aquatic waves around their heads—finally breaking the surface as their soaking wet limbs strained together, uniting them as one in nature’s sweetest element.
Finally, and with an impassioned flourish, Alexander plunged his long stiff shaft to the depths of her aroused entry; wrapping his arms tight around her aqua slickened body as, once again, they broke the surface.
The couple kissed deeply as her hands washed and massaged his perfect pecs and washboard abs; finally immersing herself in his hot wet embrace as he continued to probe and penetrate her.
Their hips and thighs locked between them as they threw themselves into the final movements of their exquisite water ballet; their bodies slithering and sliding together as the heat of mere friction blazed into fire.
Finally, their ecstasy exploded in the realm of a binding mutual climax; and in a moment, Callista realized that by returning to Victoria, she, in truth, had been returning home.
THE END
In the Time of the Caveman
Samantha Leal
Copyright ©2015 by Samantha Leal. All rights reserved.
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1.
Melissa sat looking out across the runway and sipped her coffee slowly. She had waited for a moment like this for her entire life, and now the pressure of being on the verge of launching herself into an important discovery was starting to weigh heavy. Deep down, she knew she was ready for it, but there was still a small, nagging doubt at the back of her mind. What if she missed something? What if she did something wrong that lost some important information? What if Jake continued to distract her?
She looked down at her watch and saw that she still had three hours before their flight was due to leave. She had gotten to the airport ridiculously early so she wouldn’t find herself flapping around at the last minute and risk getting caught in traffic. Melissa was always prepared, but she didn’t feel like there would ever be enough time to prepare for this. Her whole career had been building up to it, and now she was on her way to discover something no one else in the world had ever seen. As she thought about how fortunate she was, a smile slowly unfolded across her face. She could do it. And she would do it well.
“Mel!” a voice called from a distance.
She spun around on the leather coffee house chair and scanned the crowd of fellow travelers placing orders, swimming around duty-free shops and having pre-flight drinks to calm their nerves. She saw his hand in the air before she saw his face, but nonetheless she knew it was him. Jake stood tall and proud as he marched through the crowd to reach her, and Melissa stood up reluctantly to greet him.
“How’s it going?” he asked as he slung his backpack down to the floor by her table.
“Great,” Melissa smiled, unsure of what else to say.
“So I guess this is kind of weird,” Jake shrugged. “The two of us, heading off for a fortnight of fun in France.”
He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned. Melissa found herself wanting to wince.
“Yeah,” she smiled. “It is a little strange…” She looked down at the floor and decided to go back to her seat. Tension between her and Jake had been mounting since the Christmas party when they’d both gotten obscenely drunk and ended up getting to know each other a little too well in the lab’s stock cupboard. Melissa liked Jake a lot at first until she found out he had a fiancé at home. Now Melissa tried to avoid him at all costs and thought of him like the love rat that he was. She didn’t need someone like him in her life, and she was almost free until the original archaeologist planned for this expedition crashed his car and broke his leg, rendering him unable to travel. So now it was just the two of them traveling the eight-hour journey from JFK to Charles de Gaulle, and Melissa couldn’t wait to finally meet up with the rest of the crew so things weren’t so one-on-one.
“Guess I’ll get a drink then,” Jake said as he rooted for his wallet and crossed over to the counter.
Melissa watched him. Since the night t
hey had sex in the laboratory, she knew that he had broken up with his fiancé, but she still couldn’t consider him a good choice for a boyfriend. There was something about him that made her skin crawl.
Melissa reached into her purse and pulled out her journal. She had been making notes and references ever since the cave was discovered, and she wanted to do nothing on the flight except continue recording her ideas and research theories. She had always been the type of girl to put her personal life on hold while she pursued her career, and her present situation was no exception. She would have to push Jake and their predicament to the very back of her mind while she threw herself into the excavation and investigation. This cave was still a secret to the world and what was down there no one truly knew.
She flipped open her laptop and opened a document she received the previous week. It said CONFIDENTIAL across the top and was only viewable to her by password. She still couldn’t believe what it said. She scanned the document again…
An underground cave-like structure has been discovered in the Dordogne region of Southwest France by farmers working in the area. Early reports suggest the presence of prehistoric paintings similar to those of the Lascaux Caves in the same region. The Lascaux Caves have been sealed to researchers and all visitors since the discovery of fungi which began destroying the paintings, rendering them irreparable. If this recent discovery of a new structure is what it appears to be, this may be one of the most significant pre-historic discoveries of all time…
Her heart was beating fast in her chest as she looked at the initial snapshots captured by the farmers on their cellphones as they loitered at the opening to the cave. It was an incredible sight, even for someone like Melissa who had spent her whole life studying similar images. She knew this was something big, and she couldn’t wait to get there.
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