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‘Tahiti,’ he said, taking her breast into his hand, ‘would be lovely. As long as you dress like a native. I want to be able to see these magnificent breasts every day.’
He licked her throat, inciting fierce chills.
‘My breasts are too small.’
‘Shut up. Your breasts are perfect.’
And to prove it, he devoured them all over again. Dee didn’t mind losing that argument. She was melting, the wicked witch in water. Sliding down to lie on the blanket with Da
‘Not fair,’ she gasped, arching with the pressure of his palm against her belly. ‘You’re the only one in clothes here.’
‘Easily remedied.’
Immediately remedied. She’d thought he’d looked impressive before. It was nothing to Da
‘Dear Mother of God,’ Dee breathed, unconsciously mimicking his earlier words. ‘Do you think you’re appropriate for a virgin? I mean, shouldn’t I start out on something smaller and work my way up?’
Da
She groaned. Another John Wayne… oooooohhhhhh…
He kissed her, slowly and sweetly and absolutely sinfully. He fitted himself against her, shoulders to toes, so she couldn’t be confused about how happy he was to be there. He let his hand drift from breast to belly to mons.
‘Open for me, Dee. Let me give you as much pleasure as you give me.’
Dee wasn’t sure her legs worked properly, but she did her best to oblige. And gasped again when she felt his hand on her i
‘God,’ he moaned. ‘You’re so beautiful. You’re so wet for me. Feel it?’
Feel it? She was writhing with it, stu
But oh, his hands. His mouth. His sweet, hot breath fa
‘Da
She was scrabbling at him, sobbing and cursing, fighting the inevitable explosion. It was coming, and he wouldn’t allow her to rest, to hide from it. She was going to change.
God, her body had to be glowing with the building power. She had to be too close to stop it.
‘Close your eyes…’ she begged. ‘Oh, close your… ooooooh… my… God…!’
Cataclysms, catastrophes, colors that simply didn’t exist in the universe spun within her, gathering, intensifying until she couldn’t stop moving, until she couldn’t stop begging, until, suddenly, she disintegrated into shards of light and color and sound, gasping and weeping and bucking hard against Da
She was panting like a long distance ru
‘Well, it will again,’ he promised, still stroking her. ‘And there’s even better.’
‘There can’t be. I’d never survive it.’ She opened her eyes and almost came right off the blanket. ‘Oh, no! I told you to close your eyes.’
Da
He was acting as if nothing had happened that wasn’t natural.
Dee frowned, still struggling with the aftershocks that shuddered along her limbs. ‘But I’ve shifted.’
‘Shifted? Into what?’
Dee caught her breath. The idea was inconceivable. ‘Who do I look like?’
Da
Suddenly she was sobbing, and she couldn’t stop. ‘I’m me?’ she demanded. ‘I’m really me?’
He looked so confused, so concerned. He kept stroking her, soothing her sobs. ‘There’s nobody else I’d be making love to.’
‘Oh, Da
‘With pleasure.’
He kissed her, mouth and breast and the tender, sleek skin he’d just been torturing with his fingers. He stoked those terrible fires all over again until Dee couldn’t breathe well enough to beg. And then he lifted himself over her and nudged her legs open and kissed her hard, plunging his tongue deep in her mouth, stroking her to incandescence, and then he slid into her, tight into her, impossibly large for her, and he gentled her and incited her and brought her right back to a shattering, gasping climax at the very moment he plunged home, past the slight resistance that didn’t matter after all, so deep into her that she thought she’d die, that she thought she had died, and he pumped into her, slowly at first, but gathering speed, murmuring delight to her, murmuring encouragement and gratitude and love as she felt the pleasure spiral yet again to impossible heights, matching him move for move, murmur for murmur until she convulsed, screaming, and he emptied himself into her, emptied the last of him into her, and fell into her arms, spent and struggling for breath.
‘I really look like me?’ she asked a few minutes later as she stroked his hair where he’d rested his head between her breasts.
‘Like no one else.’
She chuckled. ‘Oh, hell. Now I’ll never be able to convince you that I’m a shapeshifter’
And then she slept, with Da
At eleven o’clock, Crash climbed the rickety trellis again and found Mare waiting for him on the roof, dressed in her Corpse Bride dress and holding two DQ hot fudge sundaes. Py was stretched out at her feet, eyeing the cups.
‘You look great,’ he said, sitting down beside her, using every ounce of self-control he had not to touch her.
‘Thank you for coming,’ she said, primly. ‘That was very forgiving of you.’
He looked at her, round in the moonlight, smiling at him. ‘Not that much to forgive.’
The moonlight was bright enough that he could see straight through that blue tulle to her spectacular legs, long strong legs, and the urge to run his hand up under that skirt was damn near overpowering. He reached for his sundae instead, but she cocked her head at him, holding it out of his reach. ‘So that’s all it takes? I call up and say, “I’m sorry,” and you come back?’
‘What am I, stupid?’ Crash said, ‘Of course that’s all it takes. ‘This is True Love. You think this happens every day?’
‘Princess Bride,’ she said. ‘I don’t know why anybody ever quotes any other movie.’
‘Well, there are other really good ones.’ Crash closed his eyes to keep from lunging for her since he was sure he was in a good place right now. Mare smiling at him was always a good place. ‘Can I have my sundae now?’
She stuck her chin out. ‘You remember what I tried to tell you last night? That I was magic?’
‘Mare, I have always believed you were magic,’ Crash said.
‘Uh-huh. Here’s your sundae.’
Crash reached out, but the sundae floated over to him of its own accord, bobbing along on the cool night air, ignoring the stiff breeze that was still promising the storm to come.
He froze for a moment, watching it hover in front of him, while Mare took the lid off her sundae and spooned up the first bite as if nothing unusual were happening. His stayed just out of reach, moving up and down, side to side, back and forth, as if sliding on invisible strings. It had to be a trick, he told himself, but when it slid closer to him, he ran his hands around it, trying to find the supports and couldn’t.