Finding Love's Wings (27 page)

His hands continue their ministrations against my skin, moving up to the fine sheer strap that covers the back of the bra I'm wearing. I feel his fingers move from my arm across the back of my neck, sweeping my hair to the side. Trailing fingers slide down my back, right along the nape of my neck, down between my shoulder blades, and a new wave of desire surges through my body as his hands seek the hooks holding my top together.
 

He's leaning closer to me, and I nip his jaw, and in an instant his lips are back on mine. The tingle of contact opens the flood gates in my body and I sway as he steals my breath away. My lips are becoming raw, and the pleasure of his mouth on mine drives my desire even higher.
 

My head is swimming with his scent: fresh air, salt water, Armani, and a scent all his own – musty, warm and sweet, almost like chocolate.
 

"How do I get this dress off of you?" he growls against my lips.
 

I giggle, trying hard to catch a breath; he keeps stealing them from me with every touch. "The right side of the back strap." I pause to take the deep breath I so desperately need, subconsciously noting that his breathing is just as ragged as mine. Something tells me that his desire is quickly becoming necessity, just like mine. "It unhoo—"
 

Before I can finish I feel my dress and bra start to fall away. Tristan takes a deep, sharp, quick breath as my breasts and fully erect nipples come into view.
 

"Now the zipper. Top of the skirt," I breathe.
 

His hands move down and find the top of my skirt. He unhooks the small clasp, and his touch brushing along my back sends a shiver through me. His mouth roams my jaw, neck, shoulder, and back again, each pass getting lower and closer to my breasts. Each kiss a big, open-mouthed, sensual kiss. His tongue caressing my skin.
 

I arch my back, hoping that he takes the hint. He does, but chooses very quickly to ignore it.
 

With the zipper undone and nothing to hold up the dress it slips down to the floor in a hushed rush. It pools silently around my heels and I'm momentarily trapped. Tristan seizes the opportunity and takes a half step back. His eyes rake over my body from top to bottom and back again, settling on the garter, thong, and thigh high combination. Air audibly rushes into his lungs and his mouth falls open. His tongue peeks out, hungrily licking his lower lip.
 

He stares through hooded eyes for more than a minute. I want to unhook my garter straps so that I can slowly remove my thong, but his expression changes. A huge smile lights up his face. Giggling at the expression, I start to imagine what it will be like to have Tristan devouring me, licking and biting along my body.
 

"Enjoying the view?" I settle my giggles. His brilliant smile turns into a toothy grin. "I will take that as a yes. But you should ask me to turn around so you can enjoy the view from the back."

"Turn around, Cami."
 

In response to the command my blood surges through my veins and I smile. For a moment the sound of my pulse is all I can hear.

I start to turn slowly to my right, keeping my eyes on Tristan as I do. I’m desperate to see his reaction as he takes in the full effect. After a quarter turn, I can no longer see him, but when my backside comes into view, sans bra and other hindering objects, he lets out a gasp of pleasure.

His reaction doesn't disappoint. I feel his hands slowly gliding along the curves of my wings, my shoulder blades, and down my sides. Looking over my right shoulder I watch as his eyes go from lustful need to a bright ice blue, and then he laughs.
 

Touching the dimple of my right butt cheek, he asks, "Who the hell kissed your ass?" And his voice is so light and carefree that I nearly forget that I am, for all intents and purposes, naked.

Laughing, I ask him, "Are you sure you want to know?" He nods. "Are. You. Sure?" I say, emphasizing each word. He smiles, laughs, and nods, this time with gusto. "Beau."
 

Suddenly the room is filled with nothing but the echoes of Tristan's laughter, and I can’t help but join in.

I reach out my hand to his and he takes it, bringing it to his lips and planting gentle kisses on each knuckle. A gesture that I'm quickly finding is highly enjoyable.

"How about a drink?" he asks.
 

"I would love one." The moment is broken, for now.

He steadies my elbow and points to the dress at my feet. "Step." I step out of the dress, careful not to catch my heels, and bend to pick it up. "Leave it," he says. "We can get it later."
 

I stand up, and as I reach my own full height, I catch a sparkle coming off his chest, a reflection coming from the eyes of the dragon. Reaching my hand out as if to touch them, I ask, "Dermals?"

"Yeah, they're about five weeks old.”
 

"I've thought about those. Even replacing the corset hoops with dermal piercings. I just can’t find the right attachments."

He cringes slightly. "I would rather have my tattoos done a hundred times over than have more dermal piercings done. They are positively the most painful thing I have ever felt." Then he smiles an I-have-a-secret smile. "Well, almost the most painful."
 

Oh my. I wonder if he is referring to the piercings in his cock and nipples, or if it is something else entirely.
 

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I can't get over how beautiful Cami is. And so uninhibited, standing here talking to me, completely topless and with only a few scraps of material covering her most intimate parts. Those eyes, the blue of the South Pacific sky, are sharp and miss nothing. Her facial features are soft, round, and inviting. Her lips are beautiful, luscious, a small natural upward curve at the corners giving off the impression that she is always smiling. The smooth lines of her neck and shoulders. The curve of her collarbone. Obviously she works out because her arms are trim and lean, and she has a four pack in the abs department. Strong but also sensual. Ardor is running hot and ramped to the point that I can barely keep my feet from pulling me in her direction.

Shaking myself mentally, I remember that I asked her if she wanted a drink. "What would you like to drink? I have a pretty full mini bar, or we can order up some room service."

She blinks a couple times. Is she trying to clear her head, too? Looking up and into my eyes, she says, "Wine would be great."

"Red or white?"

"White, please."

"Coming right up." Walking over to the bar, I fish a bottle of white wine out of the fridge, pop the cork, and pour her a glass. Returning the wine, I grab a Blue Moon off the shelf and head back to her. "I don't know anything about wine, other than this is white."

She giggles and takes the glass from me. "It is probably the same sauvignon blanc that I have in my room. Great stuff. You should try it sometime."
 

I let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, maybe. I am a beer and whiskey kind of guy usually, but I'll consider it."
 

"Fair enough."
 

She starts to wander the room, seeming to forget that she's topless. I can't take my eyes off her. The curve of her backside as she walks away is almost like Aphrodite in the flesh. Her hair is falling down her back, almost to the top of her corset, in long loose waves. Her supple curves are on display. My cock twitches and lust burns hot and bright through my body.
 

"I'm curious about something," I say.
 

"Oh? Ask me anything."

"If I asked you to be completely naked right now, would you?" I smile at her, hooding my eyes to show her a small taste of the desire I'm feeling.

She doesn't miss a beat. "With or without the heels?"

I smile bigger. "Without," I whisper. Though I love the heels, I want her completely naked.
 

She doesn't hesitate. After she sets her wine glass down on the nearby table, she reaches for one of the hooks on her garter. When she has released the three straps, her hands go to the top of her thong and she begins to slowly but deliberately move the material down her thighs. She pauses when the top of her thong is flush with the top of her pubic bone and spreads her legs so that the panties are stretched tight.
 

I know where this is going. She is going to tease the living hell out of me with a strip tease. I reach for my iPhone, pulling up the Bluetooth, and hit play on "Porn Star Dancing" by My Darkest Days.
 

She smiles wide and starts to move her hips from left to right while rubbing her hands up her body, across her stomach, up to cup the bottoms of her beautiful, full tits. She pulls her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and rolls them between her fingers. Her nipples, which are a beautiful, deep pink, get even harder with each roll.
 

I'm ready to come undone right now. My knees are going weak and I'm pretty sure I'm going to fall over. I back up into a chair and plop down in a very ungraceful move. My eyes never leave her body.

Her hands, spread wide, make their way back down her stomach to the top of her garter belt, and she slides it down her hips and thighs, leaving her thong in place. When the garter belt hits the top of her thigh highs, she turns around, moving it further down her legs, and she bends over to remove it. Her beautiful, round ass becomes the center of my attention, the view interrupted only by the small triangle of her thong. As she pulls her right leg free from the garter belt, she spreads her legs wide and I can see her between her legs.
 

Her eyes are closed and I can see the small red flush across her cheeks. But she is smiling, so I'm not concerned that she's embarrassed by my brazen request to be naked for me. God, she is practically naked. Biting my lip to hold back the groan that's threatening, I watch as she raises her head, smoothing back her hair, and she rises slowly, the muscles in her ass tightening and smoothing in the most delicious way.
 

My breathing is uneven, and I'm sure my mouth is hanging open. At this point I wouldn't mind if the song lasted all night.

Cami stands up straight, turns back around, and starts stalking toward me in nothing but a thong, thigh highs and heels, crossing one foot in front of the other in a slow, seductive walk. The chair I'm sitting in is an oversized club chair, big enough for two, so I spread my own legs wide in invitation. She turns around again, slowly lowering her sex to mine. I bite my lip again as she slowly starts to grind against my swollen and aching cock.
 

She stands up again and goes to work pulling her thong slowly down her thighs, repeating the earlier show. This time there's nothing left to the imagination. I clearly see her sex, glistening with arousal and aching to be touched. I moan.

She finishes removing her panties and turns toward me again. This time she straddles my lap. Reaching up, she runs her hands through my hair. Gripping hard, she pulls my head toward her. I'm fully prepared to kiss her, but it turns out that is not on her agenda. Instead she brings my head to her left nipple and rubs the hard tight bud against my lips.
 

As the song comes to an end, she lets up on the grip she has on my hair. Afraid she might break the moment and get up, I place my hands on her back and release a hot breath across her nipple.
 

"Ahh!" she moans, arching her back. I take full advantage, dragging a hot, thick, languid tongue across her nipple. She moans out a semi-coherent "please." At the realization that she wants more, my cock lets go of the pre-cum it’s been holding as I flick my tongue hard against her nipple. Her hands move from my hair down my neck to my shoulders as I slowly lick and kiss my way across her chest, over to her right nipple, which I pull into my mouth. The barbell piercing her skin is cold against my hot tongue.
 

Her fingertips find my nipples, and I let out a grunting moan against her breast. As I suck harder and faster she starts to squirm, and my own hips start to move with her. Lost to the sensation of my sex against hers, desperate to repeat her earlier orgasm, I note that her fingertips are lightly stroking across my chest and stomach, and then she reaches the button on my pants.

I shake my head against her breast and look up to meet her eyes. She sticks out her luscious lower lip, disappointment clear in her eyes. She's actually pouting at me.
 

I smile and release her nipple from my mouth. "Hold on to my neck, like before," I say. I cradle her ass in my arms and stand up. And then, by way of explanation, I say, "Not here, in bed."
 

She smiles wide at me then. I move my lips to hers as I walk across the sitting room and into the bedroom. I lower her gently onto the bed, holding her close to me with both hands wrapped around her. "You are beautiful, you know that?"

She blushes, smiling shyly at me. "As are you." Her slight accent has me smiling. I feel hands traveling down my back to the waistband of my pants again, then they slip inside, moving around to the buttons. This time I make no move to stop her.

PART TWENTY-FIVE

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I'm doing my best to make quick work of the buttons on his pants, desperately needing to spring his cock from its confines, which have a not-so-small wet spot on the crotch. Jesus, he is gorgeous. His body speaks of sex and more sex. He has me so turned on that one tiny flick of a finger or tongue across my clit will have me exploding.

 
I finish with the buttons, kick off my heels, and bring my legs tight around his waist, pulling his erection into my now drenched sex. He pulls his arms out from underneath my body, careful not to pull against my piercings. He rears up slightly, placing all his upper body weight on his left arm. From the corner of my eye I see his bicep flex at the exertion, but he doesn't falter. Slowly he trails his right hand down my side to my hip.