Eagle's Destiny (20 page)

I picked up the bottle and made my way back to the fire.  He reached up and took the bottle from me as I sat back down.  He poured wine in both of our cups and handed my cup back to me.  Michael lay back down.  The sun was almost gone and it was getting dark, the fire gave his face a warm contemplative glow.  The darkness made
me
realize that we were very much alone tonight.  Alone and overnight, I concentrated on my two vocabulary words.  Both the wine and the fire were making me feel quite warm and toasty.  I took another gulp of wine.

“Doesn’t it make you curious about the natural instincts of the bald eagle to mate for life?”  I asked.

Michael started laughing as he ran his hand through his hair, “Oh my god Elizabeth, aren’t you the professor tonight?”

“Don’t laugh at me, I mean doesn’t it make you wonder how that happened?”

“No, I hadn’t planned on thinking about the mating habits of bald eagles tonight.  I was thinking of the mating habits of something entirely different.”  The grin he gave made me blush.  “Come here.”  He pulled me down against his chest and then
softly
said, “Relax Elizabeth.”

My head rested on his chest.  I took a deep breath and exhaled which did not help my spinning mind.  “You make it very difficult for me to relax.”

“Why is that?” his voice surprised.  He picked up my hand from his chest and intertwined his fingers with mine.

“I mean, well here with you tonight, …alone… well,” I stuttered trying to get my thoughts out, “I just don’t… well… understand.”

“Don’t understand what Elizabeth?  That you’re a smart, sexy, beautiful woman and I want to spend time with you?”  Michael squeezed my hand, “Now shush, I want to watch the stars come out.”

The darkness surrounded us quickly. 
He
held my hand as he traced small circles on my back with his free hand.  The only sounds
we
heard were the crickets chirping and the crackling fire.  I turned over onto my back and leaned my head back down on
his
shoulder.  We lay together watching the stars slowly peeking out of the night.  There was no moon tonight, which added to the darkness.

“Can you name the stars?”  I whispered.

“Yes,” he replied, “can you?”

“Of course, that’s part of a romance writer’s repertoire.”

“Okay,” he pointed up, “what’s that one?”

I giggled, “You silly boy that’s not a star, that’s the planet Venus.”

“Oh,” he rolled over to his side and looked down at me.  “Is that the planet of love?”  He traced my chin with his hand and then brushed his finger across my lips.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Our eyes met and locked.  We lay there, not moving or speaking for what seemed like an eternity.  The world had disappeared and it was Michael and I alone.  All the glances, the touches, and the kiss
es
had led to this moment.  His lips met mine in an unbroken kiss and suddenly I knew that this was right.  Everything was right.  Michael and I were right.

His lips moved down my face to my neck and we locked into an intimate embrace.  The core of my being was quickly becoming molten lava and the need inside of me to have him closer became overwhelming.  He explored as far as my sweatshirt would allow.  I moved to pull it off because I wanted to feel his skin on mine.

He whispered his voice suddenly deep, “Are you okay?” as he helped me remove of the top layer of my clothing.

“Yes,” I hissed and the desire
we both felt
whirled around us.

His kisses continued where they had left off.  My hands stroking his soft hair as his kisses slowly moved down to the top of my tank.  I closed my eyes when I felt his hands move my top up to expose my breasts.  My nipples stiffened and puckered as the cool air hit them. 

When his tongue lapped at my sensitive skin, my back arched toward his mouth and a soft, “Oh!” escaped from my lips. The area between my legs tightened with anticipation and feeling his erection straining against his jeans, made my excitement even more palpable.

With every tug from Michael’s mouth, an electrical charge raced from my nipples to my center.  The need he created was so foreign
but
I didn’t want him to stop. 

He sat up on his knees and pulled his t-shirt over his head.  By the light of the fire, I could see his sculpted chest with the familiar blond hair smattered across his chest, the sexy trail that disappeared into his jeans, and the large rigid bulge below. 

His eyes did not leave mine as I pulled the tank over my head.  When my fingers reached for the button on my jeans, I could hear his sharp intake of breath.  Neither of us blinked.

His voice was rough and deep when he spoke, “May I do that?”

I nodded.  My skin felt so heated that I no longer noticed the coolness that surrounded us.  Michael knelt between my legs, his fingers unbuttoning my jeans and then slowly unzipping them.  Still not breaking our eye contact, he tugged at the top of my pants
.  Then
very slowly
he
moved them off my hips and down my legs removing my boots and socks along the way.  I had stopped breathing and his breathing had slowed.

“You are so beautiful Elizabeth.”  He growled as he placed kisses on my stomach, slowly trailing them up to my breasts again. 

He continued to tease my nipples and when his teeth gently grazed them, I moaned in pleasure
.

Feeling his skin against mine made my hips start to move with him.  The thin material of the thong that I wore did not offer much protection against the delicious friction I created as my body came into contact with his jeans.

When he moved up to kiss my lips, his erection angled directly over the center of my body.  All of the sensations his movements made built up the delicious pressure inside of me.  I wanted to feel all of his skin against mine. 

The pleasure I felt slipped from my lips and I cried out, “Oh I want you.”

Our eyes met again, and I nodded in confirmation.  He stood up above me and slipped out of his boots.  Then very slowly, as if he was teasing me, he pushed down his pants and briefs until they dropped to the ground. 

My lips formed the word
oh
and then I said in amazement, “Wow!”

He grinned as he stepped out of his pants and socks.  Michael kneeled between my legs again, this time not going any higher than my thong.  His lips grazed the inside of my thighs and I could feel the stubble of his beard rubbing against my sensitive skin getting closer and closer.  When his tongue lapped at the material covering my sex, my hips bucked toward him.

I heard him softly chuckle and he knelt up again.  He whispered, “I think I am only going to get to tease you for so long.  I don’t think either of our bodies will take much more abuse.  You are so beautiful Elizabeth, and so sexy.  I’ve wanted you so much.”  He hooked his thumbs under my thong and slowly dragged it down my legs.   

My eyes held his even as I felt him place his palm on my mound.  He was right.  My body was coiled so tightly now, and I was afraid I would explode with merely a wave of his hand.  Michael’s body was more than exquisite, and feeling him, his skin on mine made my body respond in ways I had never experienced.

I found my voice.  It too had dropped several octaves, “Then take me.”

Michael reached for his discarded jeans and he pulled a small packet
from the pocket.  In a quick sure motion, he slid the condom on and then lifted me up into his lap, straddling me against him.  Our bodies molded together.  His hard erection positioned amid my soft slippery warmth. 
Lifting my hips with his
hands
,
I felt him slowly enter me, my body stret
ching to accommodate his size.

We sat motionless for a moment lost in each other and then the need won out.  The languorous climb of sensations began.  As we moved together
,
at first our pace was slow and steady building
the desire
inside my body.  Our breathing accelerated and I felt that elusive fire lick around me. 
K
isses became less kissing and more of just mouths and tongues dragging across skin.  There were small words spoken, but no sentences were articulated.  Every nerve in my body was on alert and the world consisted only of him and me.  Then, there it was. 

As my body snapped, I uttered one word, and Michael held me tightly as my nails raked into his back and shoulders.  The orgasm slammed through me as my body bucked against him, and a heartbeat later, I heard his guttural cry while he released himself into me.
  We moved together as one as the rush
crashed
through us, convulsing our bodies in waves.

It took awhile for our
bodies
to
still
.
We did not move,
held in that tight embrace and feeling the after effects of the tremors as they slowly dissipated, our lips met in a kiss.  Our eyes slowly opened to see each other.

Michael was the first to speak, “Wow.”

I smiled, “Yeah, wow is right.”

He kissed me again.  The night around us was silent except for the crackle and pop of the campfire.  When we slowly pulled apart, Michael reached over and picked up the extra blanket next to us. 
Wrapping
us in it
,
we sat holding each other while we stared at the campfire.

My stomach growled and we both broke into giggles. 

“I better feed you!”  He moved to get up.

I didn’t want him to leave me.  “It’s okay, I’m not starving.”

Michael leaned over and kissed me.  “It’s all done
B
abe.  It won’t take more than a moment.” 

He stood up and handed the second bottle of wine to me with the bottle opener.  As I worked on opening the bottle, I watched him walking around apparently unconcerned that he was naked.  He stepped on a rock, and hopped around on one foot as he pulled out a small cooler from his backpack. 

“Ow, ow, ow!” he exclaimed. 

His dancing put me into a fit of giggles as he landed back down next to me. “Hey!  No fair laughing at the naked guy!”

I grinned, “Sorry.”

He kissed me, “You don’t look sorry.”

I giggled again, “Oh but I am.  Now what delights have you brought for
me?”

“Normally I don’t have actual food with me, but I didn’t want to put you through the freeze dried hell.  Tonight we’re living it up!”

I pulled the cork out of the bottle with a pop and filled our cups.  Michael laid out several sandwiches and several small bowls.  He pointed to the first sandwich, “Gruyere, avocado, and sprouts.  And this one,” he pointed to the second sandwich, “is brie, tomato, and sprouts.  I like sprouts, makes the sandwiches crunchy.  This one,” he pointed to a large roll which was cut in half, “is everything!”  Michael quickly snapped off the lids to the bowls, “Pasta salad, bean salad, and rice salad.”

I took a sip of wine looking at all the food, “Who is going to eat all this food?”

“You’re the one with the growling stomach.” 

I chose half of the brie sandwich and took a bite.  The brie was perfect, creamy with a rich flavor.  “Yummy, you make good sandwiches.”

Michael picked up half of the sandwich with everything and took a big bite, “You see being a vegetarian can be good.  I am really hungry!” he said with emphasis and a wink, “You wore me out!”

I giggled and of course blushed, “Did I?”

He grinned and kissed me.

We sat quietly munching our sandwiches.  The salads were flavorful too.  I leaned back and sighed when I finished the brie sandwich, “Oh I can’t eat anymore!  I’m so full.”  The wine was having quite the effect on me.  My head was swimming a bit and I felt very relaxed.

“Save some room for desert,” Michael grinned.

“Desert, oh no, I can’t!”  I moaned.  I glanced sideways at him, “What’s for desert?”

“A family and a campfire favorite,” he said with glee.  “Smores!  My girls love the way I make them.”

“What’s your secret?”  I leaned toward him and I could see the firelight reflected in his eyes. 

Michael leaned toward me and said conspiratorially, “It’s all in the thinness of the chocolate.  The hot marshmallows have to melt the chocolate.”

Michael finished eating the sandwiches on his own.  We toasted the marshmallows and assembled the desert.  The combination of the chocolate and the red wine was heavenly.  He cleaned up the food and put everything back in the pack.  I refilled our wine cups while he sat down next to me. 

He smiled, and brushed his finger above my lip, “Chocolate.”  He licked his finger.

I wiped my hand over my mouth, “Did I get it all?”

“Not quite,” he said as he leaned over and brushed his lips against my upper lip.  His tongue ran across my lip and then his lips were on mine
fully.  “May I take your hair down?”  He whispered softly in my ear.  “I’ve been waiting to do this all day long.”

I
slowly
nodded.  His hands pulled my braid forward and deftly pulled the band from the end.  Michael loosened the braid gently.  I closed my eyes as his hands moved through my hair.  His lips were against my neck after he splayed my hair around my shoulders. 
Finding my lips again,
he kissed me deeply.  Our kiss broke and he looked at me. 

“Elizabeth you are so incredible.”

I smiled and kissed him back.  I settled back in between his legs with my back against his chest and his arms wrapped around me.  My fingers played a small pattern on his upper thighs.  Michael pulled me tight against him and cleared his throat. 

“I have some exciting news.”  He said.

I half turned to look at him.  “You do?”

He nodded.  “The aquarium is having a charitable benefit and I’m one of the guests of honor.”

“Wow!”  I exclaimed.  “That is exciting.”

“They’re having a formal dinner ball at the aquarium at the beginning of October and I thought, well, I’d like you to attend it with me.”

“Oh, Michael, I would be honored to go with you.”  I turned again in his arms and touched his face.  “That would be really nice.”

He kissed me.  “Thanks.”

“Is it sexy formal or conservative formal?”  I asked with a query on my face.

Michael laughed, “Only you would have two different types of formal.  I suppose it would be conservative formal.  Why do you ask?”

I turned back to lean against him, “There are sexy formal dresses and conservative formal dresses.  I need to know what to wear.”

“I don’t want you to be too sexy.  Someone might try to steal you away and I’ll get jealous.  Besides I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”  Michael murmured in my ear.  He ran his hands down my thighs and then back up to my waist.  I shivered at his touch.  The fire was beginning to die
and t
he temperature was dropping.  “Are you getting cold?”  He asked.

“A little,” I nodded. 

“I think it’s time we turned in.  It’s going to be cold tonight.”  He reached for my boots and slipped them on my feet.  “I don’t want you to have to do the naked dance to the tent.”  He laughed, “But then again…”  Pulling me up to my feet, he wrapped the blanket around me.  “Okay, go get into the sleeping bag while I put out the fire.”  He handed me a small flashlight.

As soon as I moved away from Michael and the campfire, I could feel the cold.  I crawled into the tent and smiled.  He had Tammy’s sleeping bag rolled up for use as a pillow.  There was never any doubt in his mind that I
was going to sleep with him.  I folded the blanket and slipped quickly into his sleeping bag.  I giggled, I had three words, overnight, alone, and now naked.