19. We Can't Stop Meeting This Way
We Can't Stop Meeting This Way!
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The elleth turned from the open window and smiled at her elf lord sprawled on the large divan with a glass of wine in one hand and fingering his arousal with the other. He was completely and unashamedly nude and watched her intently as she moved toward him. His eyes were focused on the sway of her bare breasts and hips as she neared the divan.
"Meleth, the night is warm and the water would be most refreshing." She coaxed. "That little pool is just across the garden. We could go as we are and no one would be the wiser."
He drank the last of the wine and rose from the divan with the grace of a great cat. His eyes, usually a dark grey, were now hooded and nearly black as he began to stalk towards her. A frisson of fear momentarily swept her as she halted and faced him, but then catching a twinkle in those eyes she turned with a squeal and ran for the balcony door.
Moving quickly, he caught her just as she reached it and with a growl he picked her up and slung her across his shoulder. His hand caressed the smooth bottom then moved deeper to the wet heat buried in the valley between. Finding her core he pushed a long finger in and used his thumb to tease her sensitive nub. She wiggled wildly against them demanding his firmer touch.
"Lirimaer, the pool is indeed refreshing, but I am interested in other things at the moment," he whispered.
As she managed to push herself up off his shoulder and twist to fully face him, she slid down his chest and wrapped her legs around his waist. His own hands tightened around her and drew her close to his chest. His arousal teased at the entrance of her wet centre and she shifted as she attempted to catch him.
Grey eyes looked lovingly into amber brown ones and locking a hand in her hair, he slanted his mouth against hers in a deep slow kiss plunging his tongue between her lips and ravishing her mouth. She responded with an attack of her own, teasing and sucking each time meeting each thrust of his tongue.
She tightened her own arms around his neck and the circle formed by her arms lifted her breasts up within easy reach of his mouth. With a groan, he buried his face between them than mouthed first one tight bud then the other returning to suckle each hard in turn. Whimpering she rocked her hips against him as she desperately tried to impale herself on his shaft.
Turning with her, he rested her back against the wall next to the door. His hands slid down to cup her bottom and lifted her so that he could finally plunge into her tight velvet sheath. Each thrust was slow and teasing until her own thrusts demanded a faster rhythm. As their need increased, their mutual climaxes erupted catching them in the blaze and pulled them over the edge.
He rested his forehead against hers and waited for their breathing and heartbeats to return to normal. His mouth sought hers and claimed it in a slow deep kiss. The elf lord slipped from her body and she slowly unlocked her legs and slid down his.
"Now lirimaer ," he whispered, "I think we will seek the cool waters of the pool and see what we can share there."
Holding hands and walking quietly down the stairs they crossed the garden to a small dark pool spangled with the light of thousands of stars. Smiling at each other, they sank into its cool water. Pulling her with him, he laid back his eyes raised to study the stars, and his hair floating out like a fan around his head. She rested half on his body and floated with him.
The soft burble of the small spring that fed the pool played its constant song and the only other sounds were the occasional call of a night bird or voice from the house. The scent of sweet flowers was heavy on the warm night air.
Sighing in contentment, she slowly raised out of the water its droplets leaving silver trails against her skin. Holding out her hand to him she gently pulled him upright and he followed her out of the water to the soft grass by the pools side. Facing each other, they sank to their knees and met in a gentle embrace before sliding on down to lay against one another and starting their dance of passion all over again. Finally exhausted they slept entwined and dreamed.
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