Del Fantasma: Sea Breeze
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With a spluttering cough, a surge of briny seawater exploded from Serai’s throat.
She gagged at the bitterness, vowing never to taste it again.
He watched in fascination as the glowing blue veins disappeared, leaving behind healthy, pink skin. Her hair took on a golden, rather than silver hue, and warmth flooded her eyes, turning them a rich, forest green. Her flesh warmed under his fingers, and she laughed as she felt the thirst finally subside.
He pulled her into his arms in a crushing embrace, and hoarsely choked on the question. “How?”
She smiled. “Love. My first and only Love, my beautiful, earth-bound Love. You sang to my soul, you raised my spirit to the sun. You kindled my love.”
He lowered her softly to the sand, and they consummated their union of souls. In the soft circle of her arms, while her hips rolled and opened in invitation, he felt the tide crash through the floodgates, rushing through her womb to seek out life.
She felt new life, human life, blossoming within her breeding chamber.
Serai grinned, as she realized she was incredibly hungry—for the catch of the day.
Cassie reached for her napkin and wiped away tears. “That was just beautiful! I feel so silly for crying, but it was just so romantic!”
Cody reached for her glass and refilled it. “I’m glad you liked it. My dad left out the sexy parts, of course, but I can’t help myself. I can’t just say, “They made love,” and leave it at that. It doesn’t have the same—effect.”
Cassie laughed. “No, you’re exactly right. It wouldn’t have been the same. I was so caught up in it, I honestly didn’t even notice, but now that you mention it…” She circled the top of her glass with one finger and held Cody’s gaze a few moments too long for a man she’d only just met. “You’re an interesting man, Cody. And you have an interesting place, here. I think I’ll come back to Del Fantasma.”
Cody grinned wickedly as he bussed her plate and wiped down the bar, getting ready to close up. “I’m counting on it.”
The End
Sea Breeze Drink Recipe
Ingredients
1 1/2 oz Vodka
1 1/2 oz Cranberry Juice
4 oz (fresh) Grapefruit Juice
Directions
Pour vodka into an iced highball glass. Fill partially with grapefruit juice and top with cranberry juice. Garnish with a lime wedge, and serve.
We hoped you enjoyed this Del Fantasma tale by Jade Rivers. Jade’s sexy imagination has brought other stories of love and lust to Aspen Mountain Press including the erotic murder mystery Shattered Legacy and the shorter contemporary Plain Brown Wrapper Slicker.
You can find both at www. AspenMountainPress.com
Read on for an excerpt from Shattered Legacy
“Hey Crystal. Fancy meeting you here.” Ronny gave her that look and started inching toward her, making nice.
“Get away from me you sneaky little prick,” she seethed. “Go find Leslie.”
He chuckled low in his throat. “I don’t want Leslie. I’m hungry for Crystal.”
What an ass. After the way he deserted me in the quad, now he thinks I’m going to take him back? “You’re such an ass, Ronny. Run back to your little trust fund girlfriend and try to get off. Hope your prick doesn’t freeze and break off in there.”
“Touchy, touchy. You know she doesn’t let me near the ‘golden triangle.’ She guards it like Fort Knox, too good for the riff-raff. I’m getting so sick of her prissy attitude.”
“So what? I don’t care if your balls turn blue and rot; you’re not screwing with me anymore. I saw where your loyalties lie today and it pissed me off.”
He stroked Crystal’s arms with his dangerous fingers and pleaded. “Please baby? With a cherry on top? I promise I’m going to break up with her. It just wouldn’t be nice, right now, not after Lexi, you know? She could really freak out.”
“What about me, Ronny? I’m freaking out right here, right now. Last night you were happy to fuck me in the dark, but today, in the daylight, you ran like a scared rabbit. You Pussy. You guys are all alike.”
His eyes grew serious. “That’s not fair Crystal. I really care about you. You say I’m just messing around, but it’s you who’s doing the playing. You won’t trust me because you don’t believe I could have real feelings for you, just because you’re not rich. So who’s fooling who?”
She groaned. She knew it was a crock, but he was so cute. She gave in. “You’ll break up with her this weekend. Promise?”
He smiled and nodded, sinking to his knees on the floor between the stacks. She felt his fingers travel up her legs beneath skirt to lodge between her thighs.
“I promise.” He looked up at her and grinned.
His smile was wicked and her head went spinning.
They left the library separately and she took the path behind the stables to the maintenance shed. The mowers were always locked up with snow on the ground.
Ronny had worked part time on the grounds crew last summer and he still had a key to the lock on the shed doors. It was cold, but he’d snuck a couple of blankets and pillows into the shed and once they got going, it would warm up fast enough.
Crystal brought a couple of candles with her. She hated sex in the dark. She liked to watch Ronny climax. She knew he couldn’t do it with Leslie, so it made her feel powerful.
Ronny thinks I hate her because of him. What a twit. I hate them both. When he breaks up with her I can crush both of them. Neither of them are worthy of licking the soles of my bargain-rack boots.
Crystal didn’t want a dim-witted fortune hunter like Ronny around her neck when she left this dump for New York. Four more months and the world is mine.
Ronny left the shed door open and she found him spreading the blankets in a corner behind a tractor. For once, he was considerate. A space heater was plugged in, making the cold shed almost bearable. He was grinning like an idiot.
You have no idea how lucky you are, asshole. You think I’m the one getting lucky, don’t you? Poor little Crystal, so far beneath your class. She smiled and draped her coat over the tractor seat, dropping her purse to the floor, then did a slow strip tease. He thought she was seducing him, but she didn’t want him tearing at her clothes with his clumsy hands.
He reached for her greedily but she slapped him away, to drive him crazy with lust. What a jerk.
She left her shoes on, thinking she might have a little fun with him this time.
Pushing him back on the pillows, she carefully placed the heel of her spike-heeled granny boot right in the center of his chest. It gave him a very clear view of the glistening pink folds of her sex.
His eyes followed the curve of her calf, and then traveled the length of her thigh, coming to rest in the damp cleft between her legs.
She smiled. “See something you like?”
He nodded, reaching for her crotch with one hand.
She smacked it away and ground her heel into his sternum, making him gasp.
“What’s wrong with this picture, Ronnykins?”
He looked puzzled.
Come on, do I have to do everything? “My boot?”
He peered closely at her boot and shrugged. “It’s nice.”
She pressed her heel into his sternum again. “No it’s not! It’s dirty!” She glared at him with enough venom to make him swipe feebly at the mud crusting her heel.
“Not with your hands.”
He looked confused again for a moment before the light finally dawned. “You wish me to lick them clean, mistress?”
Took you long enough, you dope. “That would be a start. But first, I want you naked.”
They had tried out the dominatrix/slave thing once before, so she knew he knew what she wanted him to do. He quickly stripped and assumed a subservient position on his knees in front of her, lips pressed to the toe of her shoe, his penis fully erect.
He lifted her booted foot in his hands. Gazing into her eyes, he began lapping greedily at the flakes
of mud and grass stuck to her heel.
She put a hand on the tractor for balance. “Don’t look at me! Pay attention. If you do a good job, I might let you lick something else.”