Authors: Daryl Devore
"For what? You couldn't have known the storm would get that bad. I pressured you into flying."
Thall threw back his head and laughed.
"Hey, Mr. Chuckles." She poked her finger into the center of his thigh. "I can be a mean corporate bitch when I have to."
"First off, have you figured out yet that I can't fly? I'm not a pilot."
Capri's hand flew to her mouth. "Oh, fuck!"
"Next, and this is what I'm sorry for. Lachesis made the plane go down. It was her intent to get us trapped together
."
She blinked. "I'd respond to that, but I'm still stuck on you aren't a pilot."
"Corporate Capri is, how shall I say this, a bit focused on work."
"Corporate
Capri?"
"You in a business suit." He shooed at a flying bug. It landed on
Capri's thigh. He brushed it away. His hand lingered on her bare skin.
"I had to work hard to get to the position I'm in."
He squeezed her shoulder. "Not judging, just stating facts. Lachesis knew if I was going to break through your defensive wall, we would have to be in an unfamiliar, non-work related environment."
"And it worked."
Capri leaned closer and pressed her lips on his cheek.
"Yea, it did." Thall placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face to his. He kissed her cheek, the tip of her nose and moved closer to her parted red lips. With the slightest of pressure, he grazed his mouth across her top lip and then gave the same tender attention to her bottom lip.
Capri wrapped her fingers around the back of his head and shifted so her mouth was firmly planted on Thall's. He caressed her mouth with his, drawing out the length of the kiss, not wanting it to end.
Ring Ring.
Both ignored the sound and pulled closer to deepen the passion of the moment.
Ring. Ring.
Capri shifted back, but Thall held her and refused to break off their kiss.
Ring. Ring.
"Oh, answer the damn thing." He leaned back on the log and crossed his arms. "It had better be an emergency."
Capri
lifted her smartphone out of her back pocket. The glow from the screen illuminated her face and chest. "It's from Kat. She wants to know what I'm doing."
"Tell her she interrupted a great kiss."
She keyed in Thall's response and hit send. A moment later, she giggled. "Kat says she's sorry and we should continue."
Thall glanced sideways at her. "Is she going to ask for hourly updates?" He slapped his hand at a moth.
"I'll check." Capri focused on her text. The moth flitted around her head. She waved her hand over her hair then pressed send.
Ring. Ring.
"Kat promises that—Ahhhhh!" With the speed of a ninja, Capri threw the cellphone into the air and reached into her tank-top to pull out the invading moth, which fluttered deeper into her top. "Get it off! Get it off!"
Thall grabbed the bottom of her
top and pulled it up and over her head. The moth flew away.
"Did you see the size of that thing?"
Capri placed her hand on her chest.
Thall's gaze moved from her eyes to her bra covered breasts. "Maybe we should remove the bra. You know, just to be sure there are no monsters inside."
"Uh, no. We have to find my cell."
"
Oh hell no." He reached for her shoulder strap.
"My cell is my lifeline to the world. Cut it and I go into withdrawal. If you don't want to meet corporate bitch
Capri, I suggest we find it." She glanced around the sand, but couldn't distinguish anything in the fading light.
"You're kidding?"
She raised one eyebrow.
"Fine. I'll find the damn cell." Thall crawled on his hands and knees in the general direction that she threw it. He waved his hand above the sand, hitting rocks and sticks, but no luck in finding a cell. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the star filled sky. "Kat, text
Capri. Please."
The only sounds were the gentle lap of the water on the shore, a loon's call from out in the lake and the soft snickering of
Capri. "Kat! Come on. I've got a hot chick on a secluded beach. Cut me some slack. Text Capri."
"I don't think she can hear you no matter how loud you yell."
The last of the summer daylight faded. Clouds scooted across the sky and the day birds quieted for their evening sleep. Thall rubbed his forehead. "I hate cell phones. I hate modern technology. What was wrong with carrier pigeons?"
Ring. Ring
.
Thall reached up next to his left ear and picked the cellphone out of the sand. "I found it."
"Now come and get your prize." Her voice was as smooth and sultry as the July evening.
Ch
apter Twenty-Four
Thall lifted his head off the sand.
Capri stood on her clothes, which she'd spread over the sand like a mini-makeshift blanket. The sight of her dimly lit body hit Thall right in the gut. It was like the dance of the seven veils. He caught glimpses of her body as the shadows shifted with the changes in the light. In his mind's eye, he imagined what he desired.
He scrambled up, brushed off the sand off the seat of his pants, pulled his shirt over his head
. In two steps, he stood in front of Capri. He undressed and placed his clothes beside her, increasing the size of their makeshift blanket.
"You are so beautiful." He rested his hands on her hips. "I am
beguiled by you."
Capri
lowered her eyes for a brief moment then raised her gaze to meet his.
Thall smiled. "
The sight of you is building a hunger in me."
He trickled his fingers from her shoulder down her elbow. A cloud drifted away from the moon. The faint rays highlighted the curves of her breasts and the erectness of her nipples. He lifted his hands and circled his palms on the tips of her cherr
y like nipples. They were firm and hot. Grasping them between his thumbs and fingers, he rolled the pink marbles. His touch brought forth a groan from Capri's throat.
"Your kisses taste like ambrosia." He leaned his face closer, parted his lips and pressed his mouth on hers.
Capri's tongue darted in and out of Thall's mouth. Each insertion caused a shock of lust to pulse through him.
He sought the end of her tongue and flicked his against it.
Capri circled hers around his while dragging her nails along his bare back. His erection throbbed. "Lay down. Close your eyes."
Thall waited until
Capri settled herself, then shifted to his natural state. Hovering above her, he stroked her body, adjusting the sensation of his touch. One moment his fingers were cold as ice, the next as abrasive like sandpaper. Her skin reacted to each touch as she shivered, squealed or moaned. Each sound heightened Thall's arousal.
He added the stimulation of four more hands. Two caressing her thighs and the other duet massaging her breasts, while Thall reached between her legs and
fondled her labia. Continuing, he switched from hot, to rough, to cold, to feathery. Each new touch also changed intensity, and no pair of hands matched another.
Capri
writhed on the blanket. Her moans rumbled out of the back of her throat. Her hands flit through the air as she searched to grasp Thall. She arched her back, pressing her breasts up into the hands that clawed at her flesh then stroked her like cold silk. Her eyelids fluttered open and her pupils dilated.
"Is that the real you? You're beautiful. All shimmery."
"Ssh." He brushed across her lips.
Thall
adjusted his essence to give Capri the experience of warm liquid oozing over every inch of her body. He dribbled down the mounds of her breasts and dripped onto her belly. He rolled between the lips of her labia, changing temperatures from toasty to icy to scorching.
Capri
moaned and thrust her hips up. "Thall. I…I need to…I need…"
"I'll give you everything you need."
He drew small circles on each of Capri's temples and savored the reactions of her body as he sent erotic images and sensations to the arousal centers of her brain.
There was no warning.
Capri arched and screamed as the orgasm exploded deep inside her. Thall wrapped her in warmth until the convulsions and shudders settled, then she drifted off into
la petite morte
.
Assuming his human form, Thall snuggled
against Capri and listened to the calmness of her breathing and the hypnotic lap of the lake water against the shore. A kiss on his chest pulled him from his reverie. He glanced at Capri's smiling face.
"My turn." She waggled her eyebrows, sat up and pushed him onto his back. "I want to drive you to that same place. That total mind-fuck you gave me."
Starting with small kisses on his neck, she moved her mouth lower and suckled each nipple. Thall closed his eyes and reveled in her exploration of his body. Even though she was only human, she still had the ability to burn his flesh with the touch of her lips. The tip of her tongue flicked his aroused nipples drawing a hiss from him.
"Like that?"
He groaned and raked his fingers through his hair.
"Want more?"
"Don't stop."
He reached out to clasp her to his body, but she pushed his hands away. "You gave me nothing to hold."
"Argh." He ran his ringers through his hair. "But I get so hot touching you."
She planted a kiss in the middle of his stomach. "Well, you'll just have to get all hot by my touch."
"I am." He lifted his head off the sand and met her gaze. "Your touch is fire hot. Fates don't feel, but when I'm human, I can. I want more. Suck me. Place your lips on my cock."
Capri
moved then lowered her head and dragged the tip of her tongue along the side of his engorged penis.
"Ah!" He dropped his head back onto the blanket.
"Like?"
"Oh, fuck, yes."
Using her full tongue, in one long, slow lap, she moved from the base of his shaft to the tip. His groan rumbled from his throat as his erection flinched.
She opened her lips and lowered her head, inserting his cock into her mouth. Squeezing her lips close, she vice-gripped him, then she slid her wet lips along his shaft, urging his arousal to the breaking point. Not forgetting the rest of his body, she moved her hands between cuddling and rolling his testicles to dragging her nails along his inner thighs.
Each movement elicited a moan or groan or a hiss from Thall. Perspiration trickled down his belly. Colors swirled in his mind, each intensifying as Capri forced his lust to deepen.
With a
leisurely motion, she glided her mouth up and down his penis. Gripping with her lips then releasing him with a soft touch, Capri wrapped her hand around him. She pressed her lips tight and slid as low as she could then continued the movement with her hand. Pulling her hand back to her mouth, she slid back to the engorged head of his cock and repeated her movement. Within a few strokes, she developed a rhythm.
"
Capri. Stop. No, don't. Jeez, yes." He reached toward her and tried to push Capri away. Fumbling and failing at that, he struggled to sit up. Resting on his elbows, his gaze locked onto the vision of his cock disappearing into the heaven that was Capri's mouth.
He bucked his hips into her mouth. "St-stop."
Speaking was difficult. His breaths were deep and fast. "Mount me. I want to come inside you."
Capri
pulled up and released him from her mouth. Moving closer to his hips, she positioned her wet pussy over his erection and lowered herself until her butt hit his hips.
Thall placed his hands on her hips, repositioned himself and thrust upward.
"Ah. You feel so good. Can you make yourself come for me?"
She reached between her legs and pressed her finger against her swollen clit. Matching her strokes with Thall's thrusts,
Capri groaned. "Fuck me, Thall. Drive yourself."
The sight of her breasts jiggling with each jostle and the moans emanating from her throat
, drove Thall to pound into her. Nothing he'd ever experienced prepared him for this moment. A wave of bliss followed by an explosion of energy surged through him. "Come. Now."
Capri
's moan mingled with his hiss as they savored the erotic delight that overwhelmed them. She collapsed forward and nested her cheek on his chest.
Thall
groped around on the sand until he touched his shirt. Placing it over Capri's back, he settled his head back onto the sand, closed his eyes and sighed. Humans have a major advantage over Fates. To experience such passion. To feed such a carnal lust. How had he existed for six thousand years without experiencing this?
With languid strokes, he caressed her back and listened to the sounds of the night. He could never go back to being just a Fate. His existence depended on being with
Capri.