Vixen’s Run (4 page)

She led him through town, acknowledging the appreciative looks she was getting from a few of the men, but she didn’t stop to flirt.

When they approached the women’s hostels, she got him to wait with the basket. “Don’t come too close, the hostels are guarded by gender spells.”

“I was warned. I will be next to the tree line.”

She sprinted away from him, ran inside, brushed her hair and slipped into a sundress with a lined bodice. A nice pair of flats later and she rushed outside to find him.

Her eagerness put a blush in her cheeks, but when she spotted him at the tree line, leaning against an oak with the basket dangling from his fingers, she slowed down and approached with a little less enthusiasm showing.

It wouldn’t do to let him know she would come running when she saw him. Tiff was having enough trouble with that realization herself.

He offered her his arm. “Shall we?”

She took his arm and they hiked through the forest into an area that had escaped Tiff’s exploration. “I haven’t been this way yet.”

“Lee said that if you didn’t know it was here, you couldn’t find it. It is kept for locals or special cases.”

“I guess we are classified as special?”

“I suppose we are. You certainly are. Few women bother coming to the Crossroads and then refuse to even attempt to meet any men.”

Tiff wrinkled her nose, and as suddenly as they had entered the woods, they came out into a large park. The idea that someone could have designed a park for adults, with everything from swings to seesaws, was delightfully silly.

“I wonder why this was built.” Tiff looked around and with a squeal, she hopped on the merry-go-round, pushing herself with one leg and hanging on as the wind rippled through her skirt.

She clutched at the bar as Davus propelled her around. The wind whipped through her hair and she squealed, finally screaming, “Enough!”

The rotation slowed and the platform under her came to a halt.

Tiff laughed and staggered, landing heavily against him. “Sorry.”

He put his hands on her hips and held her tightly against him. “Don’t be. I’m not.”

She placed her hands on his chest and drummed her fingers on the hard muscle. “I want to play on the swings.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” He let her go.

She turned and sprinted to the swings, kicking off her shoes and settling herself on the plank. She held onto the ropes and pushed off, propelling herself higher and higher.

Davus was nearby, spreading a blanket out on the grass and watching her.

Tiff swung and kicked, finally arching up and out of the swing, flying through the air. She landed lightly and heard applause.

Davus was on his feet and clapping wildly. “Excellently done.”

She stood and curtseyed. “Thank you. I am a little rusty, so I wasn’t sure that I could manage it.”

She walked past him and sat on the blanket. She patted the fabric next to her. “Care to have a seat?”

He dropped to her side and grinned. “You look relaxed.”

“I am enjoying myself. I am working up the nerve to ask you to join me on the seesaw.”

He chuckled. “Perhaps we should save that for later. What are you thinking about my proposal?”

“Is that what that was? I thought it was more of a suggestion.” She wrinkled her nose at him and leaned back on her elbows.

He shifted position and loomed over her. “Should I repeat my proposal?”

“You might want to. I seemed to have missed it the first time.”

His face was inches from hers. “Well, Tiffany Grayson, it would be my utmost pleasure to have you as my mate. Would you have me as yours?”

She shifted to one elbow and pressed her palm to his cheek. “That was what I was waiting for. I will have you, and you will have me, but you know we are going to run into problems.”

“Problems can be dealt with. I am willing to deal with yours if you are willing to deal with mine.”

Tiffany felt her heart swell. “As long as you keep them out in the open, we can deal with them. No secrets.”

“No secrets.” He sealed their agreement with a kiss.

She shifted her hand from his cheek to his shoulder, clinging to his shirt with all her strength as his lips teased hers and then his tongue came out to play.

The hot, wet slide sent a shiver through her. She felt a throb between her thighs and gasped with surprise.

He eased her back to the blanket and continued kissing her with the sun overhead.

She squirmed against him as tension built inside her. When he dragged a hand up the outside of her thigh, she placed her hand on his, giving him complete permission.

Her panties were slowly dragged down and off. The caress of wind against her damp flesh added to her excitement.

Her skirt ruffled against her belly, and Davus slowly lowered his weight onto her. The groan that rumbled out of her was a noise she had never made before. It seemed to come out of her soul.

He stroked his body along hers, giving a silent shudder as she wrapped her arms around him to pull him close.

They rocked together, and Tiff felt a tightening inside her. The tension swelled and released inside her. She shivered and moaned against his mouth.

He nipped her lip with his teeth and nuzzled her cheek.

She sighed and nuzzled him back before pushing against his shoulders and urging him to his back.

When he settled, she pulled at his shirt and pushed it up. He leaned up and pulled it up and off.

Tiff leaned in and nibbled at his neck; she smiled when his hands gripped her waist. She worked her way down, tasting his chest, scraping her teeth across his nipples and licking at the skin in between.

While she tasted his chest, she worked at the button of his jeans, jumping when it gave way with a pop. Working by touch gave her the confidence to ease his zipper down, and the hot length of his erection was in her hand a moment later.

In her position, she could feel his entire body shiver as she ran her hand up and down the silky skin. The head of his cock was releasing slick heat. Her own sex was enjoying its own wet pulse.

Davus stroked his hand up the back of her thighs. His fingers flexed on her buttocks, and then, he drew one hand around to cup her heat. He worked his fingers against her, circling her clit and dipping inside her. The light touches caused her to pick up the speed of her strokes on him.

“If you don’t put me inside you right now, I am going to cum all over your hand.”

Tiff smiled at his flushed face. “I think I need a hand.”

He directed her, easing her toward him with his hand on her ass, and when he had her scooted into position above his cock, he coaxed her into lowering her hips. The slick, hot pressure when he fitted himself to her was unfamiliar but not unwelcome.

Tiff eased onto him slowly, getting used to the length and girth of him. He moved a hand to her clit and circled rapidly as she sank onto him.

Her hips jerked and she gasped, “Don’t, don’t, don’t!”

It was too late. Her body clenched around him, and she groaned as her orgasm rattled her grip on the world around her.

She came back to reality leaning on Davus’s chest with him still throbbing inside her.

His smug smirk belied the sweat on his brow.

Tiff pushed herself upright and slowly shifted her hips; she let the hand cupping her butt direct her motions. She rocked on him and moved with greater speed. The head of his cock slid nearly to her opening, and then, she drove downward until he was as far in as she could get him.

Her body was tingling, her palms and the soles of her feet were hot and sweat dripped down her spine. A light moan escaped her lips as they moved against each other, a song that Davus seemed to be enjoying as he arched his hips to slam into her over and over again.

He gripped her hips, one with a hand under her skirt and one over. Their skin slapped together, and Tiff dug her nails into his chest as another wave of tension threatened.

She panted and held on tight as the wave got closer and closer. He slammed them together a final time and the wave broke, shattering her mind into brilliant shards until she could only see shattered rainbows.

This time, when she came to herself, she was lying across his chest and he was running his fingers through her hair.

She smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “That was a yes by the way.”

He laughed and continued untangling her hair. “We are going to have to try it without clothing on. This was a lovely start, but I want to see you.”

Tiff blushed. “You have already seen me naked.”

“I have seen you, but it wasn’t as a lover. It is a different thing.”

She squirmed on him. “I think you might be right. I am sorry that I marked you.”

She stroked the marks she had left on one side of his ribcage.

“I have enjoyed those marks far more than I have any other in the last decade. Would you like to try the seesaw now?”

Tiff grinned. “I would rather take another spin on the merry-go-round.”

“You will have to get up and get off me for that to happen.”

“Fine. I want a nap. Or a cuddle. Whatever this is.”

He wrapped his arms around her and settled in while the sun slowly marched toward noon.

A little bit of exploration brought a pond that they could bathe in. Tiff tidied up and got out of the water, picking up her dress and carrying it back toward the playground.

She heard the rushing of feet and gasped as she was lifted high and carried back to the blanket. “You don’t have to carry me.”

“But I can if I want to, right?”

Tiff made a face. “Yes, you can if you want to. I don’t know why you would, though.”

Davus grinned and set her carefully down. “Most of our instincts come from our animals. This is one that comes from the human bit. Sweeping a female off her feet so we can have our way with her is embedded in most men. We just rarely get a chance to use it.”

She laughed. “Caveman instincts?”

“Something like that.”

He knelt beside her and sat back on his heels. “You don’t have freckles.”

“You are observant.”

Davus sighed, “I mean you are a redhead but you don’t have freckles. It isn’t usual.”

“I am an unusual creature, as you have commented before.”

His erection was thick and ready again, but he ignored it while he focused on learning her textures.

Tiff lay still and watched him while he watched her. He trailed his fingertips over her from neck to knees, and then he surprised her by picking up her feet and putting them in his lap. She was shocked when he took each foot in a hand and began to massage them.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, I got bored one summer and did a reflexology course. If you can relax and enjoy it, I can relieve your entire body of tension and even clear your nose if I do it right.”

Tiff giggled and folded her hands over her belly. “Go nuts.”

She was surprised that he was actually giving her an actual therapeutic massage. She grunted when he hit a painful spot and hissed when the pressure burned.

“I should do this with oil between your skin and mine, but I am improvising.” He paused. “Oh, wait.”

He leaned over and dug through the picnic basket. He pulled out a bottle with triumph. “Hooray, Teebie packed a bottle of extra virgin olive oil for the bread.” He quickly rubbed the oil between his hands and went to work on her feet again.

She was content with the relaxation she was getting until his fingers slipped between her toes and an electric shock ran straight through her groin.

She tried to jerk her foot out of his grip, but he was having none of that.

“It seems I have found a fascinating spot.” He drew his fingers between her toes again, and she nearly came off the blanket.

Tiff exhaled. “I have always wondered if women had an instant foreplay button. Now I know.”

She shuddered as his fingers kept slipping and sliding between her toes. She twisted and squirmed as a new type of arousal ran through her. This was tension that didn’t seem to have an outlet. It warmed her up, but there was no way to release the coil of building sensation without additional intervention.

“So, how is this making you feel?”

She glared at him through narrow eyes. “Frustrated, wet, tense, horny. Shall I continue?”

“Well, if you have the urge to talk dirty, that would be fun.” He eased her feet to each side of his thighs and slowly pulled her until she was seated on his thighs and he was supporting her back with two large, oily hands. His cock was under her and throbbing insistently but his nibbling at her neck was an equal distraction.

Tiff looped her arms around his neck and she pulled herself in tight. She released one of her hands and reached under his arm, stroking his back until she felt an almost imperceptible ridge. It cooled her jets rapidly.

“What is that?”

“That is one of the marks of where they carved out my tail feathers. I have limited sensation there.”

She wanted to investigate further, but Davus kissed her and she was suddenly fixated on their bodies pressed together. Something about the way his lips tugged at hers managed to get her complete attention.

Tiff rubbed against him while his hands skimmed over her curves and woke her nerves. She moved her hands across his skin, feeling the flex of the muscles as he shifted against her.

Davus cupped her hips and lifted her. “This time, you are going to have to match us up.”

She reached between them and pressed the head of his cock to her sex.

He pushed upward with his hips, and there was some resistance before he slid in.

She grunted when he lowered her onto him. The back of her thighs and buttocks rested on the front of his thighs. She leaned back and shifted her hips against him. “That feels…”

He grunted and lifted her, bringing her sharply back against him. “I know.”

She gave herself over to him, hanging on to him with her hands on his shoulders as he bounced her on his cock. It was jarring but pleasure built.

He moved her faster, and she felt a slick heat twisting inside her. This time, when she dug in her nails and screamed, his shout of triumph was with hers in the air above the small park.