Chapter 37
PANDORA’S DIARY
Bacchanal picnic on the beach: Oh yes
Apologies: Accepted
I leaned forward and kissed him.
Our lips brushed. My breath caught, then swelled in my chest. My back arched, pushing my breasts against him. The evening spun around me until nothing existed but my lips against his.
The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes were Leo’s eyes, as the astonishment in them turned to lust. I kissed him deeper, and he made a noise in his throat and my fingers snaked through his shower-damp hair. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and I felt my body bloom like a wild thistle.
I felt naked in his hands, in this pixie-altered gown that felt almost too modest one moment, long and billowing, and too revealing the next, clinging to me like dampened silk.
One of Leo’s hands moved to the small of my back and I shivered at the touch.
I tilted my head back as he pressed his lips to my neck, and ran my hands across his shoulders, reveling in the strong, solid presence of him. This man might not understand me, but he adored me, and he wanted me as breathlessly as I wanted him.
I felt his voice vibrate inside my chest as he growled my name. I wanted Leo to take me then, immediately, ungently, but the folk had other plans: Bob, Violet, and Daffodil fluttered between us, breaking the spell.
I groaned as they ushered us toward a bench with feather-filled cushions. The table was draped in magenta paisley cotton, replete with candles, bottles of wine and two plump lobsters beside pots of melted herb butter, and stalks of grilled asparagus.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“Famished,” he said, his eyes smoldering, his shoulders tense.
I felt a shiver of pleasure at his desire. “For food.”
“If it were anything other than lobster, I would sweep it to the ground and take you on top of this table.”
My cheeks flushed and I squeezed my legs together to feel the warmth between them. I wanted his weight on top of me, his hardness inside me, right then.
“And I like making you wait,” he finished.
I groaned again, but managed to sit myself on the bench. “You better make it worth it.”
His eyes glowed in the candlelight. “Oh, you can count on that.”
I slid closer to him and he laid a hand on my thigh before pouring us both a glass of wine, a light Riesling which Sheila must’ve chosen.
“When did you do all this?” he asked.
“I didn’t. The folk did. They knew what I wanted, what I needed.”
“What we needed,” he said.
My heart seemed to expand in my chest, through my chest. Everything felt so right.
The bench faced the ocean, revealing a sky pink with faded sunlight.
A flock of birds circled high and a sail bobbed in the distance.
Of course, my gaze kept slipping to Leo.
His beautiful profile, his thick blond hair, and clean-shaven face.
He smelled of aftershave that rivaled the scent of freshly boiled lobster wafting from the plates.
Not going to lie, Diary. I’m faerie-kin to the core.
As much as I wanted to bathe myself in Leo’s scent, to have him bury himself in me, I couldn’t resist the lobster.
We cracked the claws, we sucked the legs.
We peeled succulent flesh from tight crevices, dipped meat in melted butter, and fed each other.
We didn’t speak. Well, we spoke in hums of pleasure, in slurps and sips and swallows.
I felt drunk before I finished my first glass.
Drunk on Leo, on the heat of him, pressing against me on the bench.
I almost orgasmed when we got to the greenish tomalley, the liver and pancreas we considered a delicacy.
We tossed the empty shells in a basket and I cleansed my palate with asparagus and wine before Leo turned my face toward him and licked butter from the edge of my mouth.
“Are you done eating?” I asked.
“Not even close.”
“But we finished the—oh!”
He sank to his knees and lifted my dress.
My breath caught and my legs parted. When he kissed my thigh, my whole body felt the touch of his lips. When he kissed me again, my skin tingled. Daffodil and Violet shooed Bob from the gazebo and shut the curtains as my eyes shuttered closed in pleasure.
Leo moved further along my thigh, and every kiss sent another spark of pleasure shooting through me. Pleasure and need. I urged him onward until I felt the flat of his tongue pressing against me, moving inside me.
I gave little pants of pleasure while he licked me.
One hand supported me on the bench and my other curled into his hair.
My hips rose and fell with his tongue and my body tensed, reaching for climax.
Then his hands found my nipples through the soft silk of my dress.
Tears came to my eyes and I screamed as I came.
Leo gave one last kiss on my mound, then pulled himself from under my dress, back onto the bench beside me.
“I need a second,” I panted.
“We’ve got all night,” he told me.
“Yeah, but you’re…” I ran my hand over his hard cock, straining against his zipper.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Take off your dress.”
So I stood, lifted my dress over my head, and stood naked before him. As he looked at my body, I watched his face—and I’d never felt so beautiful in my life. His expression told me everything I needed to know, that in this moment I was everything he’d ever dreamed of wanting.
I stepped toward him, but he stopped me with a hand on my stomach.
“Leo,” I whined. “I want you now.”
He shook his head. “Dessert first.”
“No, Leo, I—”
“Shh,” he said, and plucked a strawberry from a bowl on the table behind him.
He dipped it in cream and then brought it to my breast. He stroked my nipple, leaving the cream behind, then replaced the strawberry with his mouth.
I gasped and swayed, then forced his mouth away from my nipple and against my own.
I pushed him back on the bench and straddled him.
I kissed him, licked and nipped him. I ground myself against him and felt the simmer of pleasure spread from my feet to the top of my head.
I thought I might actually come again, before he even got inside of me.
His breath caught. “You done with dessert?”
“No,” I said, as my hips kept moving against him.
“More strawberries?”
I made a noise that must’ve sounded like agreement, because he popped a cool, cream-dripped strawberry onto my tongue.
I groaned and he fed me another and I closed my teeth around it and fed it back to him in little nibbles as I reached between us to free his cock from his pants.
He moaned as I positioned myself over him, and I kissed his face, his eyes and cheeks and then his mouth, his hungry demanding mouth and his hips twitched upward and I lowered myself until he was just inside me.
My vision flickered with golden threads and flashes of fae magic. Or was it merely pleasure like I’d never felt before?
Cream dripped down my chest and tickled my skin and Leo leaned forward, put both hands on my ass, and licked me clean.
My hips swiveled, and I gasped and slammed myself down.
At least I tried to, but Leo kept me in place, hot and open. I whimpered and pressed down but couldn’t move. Instead, he moved me, back and forth, back and forth, as he kissed my breasts.
“Now, Leo,” I panted. “Please, please now.”
“Anything for you, Pan.”
Leo sank into me and an explosion went off in my head, full of magic and passion and need.