XOXO

by Lucy Felthouse

  “Close your eyes, its only temporary I promise,” his soft words reached through the acute nausea and she shut them tight focusing on the soft beating of his heart.

  Wave after wave of nausea hit her and she lost all sense of time. She felt no movement but slowly became aware that the cold wind had faded and been replaced by a soft breeze that caressed and warmed her. Gingerly she dared a peek opening one eye.

  When she did blinking she opened the second and stared open-mouthed at the area they were now stood in. Olive trees stood in long lines for as far as the eye could see and in the far distance mountains pierced the sky. The sky itself was cobalt blue with only a few streaks of clouds that cast soft shadows upon the ground. The sun beat down and it was hotter than Spirit ever remembered experiencing. Cupid still held her in his arms but when she moved to look around he let her go. To her left she saw a clearing that had a large table made from white marble covered in food and surrounded by large white pillars that supported a canopy. At one end of the table a walled off area provided shade and some privacy hiding the area slightly.

  She span around not wanting to miss anything and as she did she finally caught sight of Cupid and became speechless.

  The suit had gone and had been replaced by a white robe with gold and red trim, around his head was a laurel wreath but what really drew her attention was the large feathered wings that now shook a little and stretched out just beyond his shoulders.

  “So do you believe me now?” He said softly looking at her with a smile his eyes sparkling.

  “I...I...” she swallowed and couldn’t help but run her eyes up and down him “..I need to sit down.” she said breathlessly as the heat began to threaten to overwhelm her.

  He led her over to the seats and she slumped down onto the warm marble.

  “You know what you are telling me is crazy right?”

  She didn’t wait for a response, nor was she expecting one she just needed to talk and air her thoughts out.

  “I mean people don’t just turn out to be gods....they just don’t..I must be mad.” she said muttering into her hands.

  “But?” he said softly.

  “But, for the fact that I’m here I know I’m not mad, and what’s even worse I believe you completely.”

  She looked over to him as he sat down next to her a smile forming on his face and her stomach knotted.

  “Sometimes you just have to believe in a little bit of magic don’t you think?” He murmured as he lent forward his breath brushing gently over her skin. She let her actions do the talking and pushing away the few remaining doubts she leaned forward to meet his lips with hers.

  His lips were soft and his kiss hesitant but as she pressed into it his hesitance seemed to melt away. His kiss became firmer as Spirit felt his arms wrap around her. She let herself be pulled to him sliding easily on the marble and without thinking wove her fingers through his hair pressing herself as hard to him as she could. His tongue greedily explored her mouth and she felt her body react to his touch in ways she hadn’t felt for a long time. When she finally pulled away from the kiss to breath she saw the lust and desire etched in his face. Glancing around Spirit checked they were alone a movement that didn’t go unnoticed by Cupid.

  “Don’t worry, this is my area, no one will be around here unless I want them to. Come,” with that he stood up and put out his hand.

  Taking it she found herself being led along the table to what she had assumed was a wall hanging. Cupid swept the hanging to one side and she stepped into the cave within amazed to see a large circular area lit with sconces their flicking flames highlighted in the gold trim of the cushions that were covering the floor. It looked warm and inviting as she moved forward undoing her coat and letting it fall to one side she found a heady smell of incense that sent her head spinning but sent her emotions on edge allowing her to feel as if everything was amplified.

  Cupid led her to the cushions and in one swift movement swept her off her feet and laid her down. His lips pressing quickly down her neck leaving warm trails everywhere. Spirit lay back enjoying his kisses running her hands over his shoulders slipping off his robes desperate to run her fingers over his body.

  His kisses sent her mind swirling and she closed her eyes enjoying the attention. She wasn’t aware of when they both lost their clothes but when she swam up out of the bliss he had put her in they were both naked and he was staring down at her hungrily.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured as his fingers brushed down over her breasts pinching her nipples just enough to make her gasp. She arched her back and spread her legs already feeling wet her eyes drawn to his cock as it bounced freely. His wings stretched out and as he moved down taking a nipple into his mouth they brushed down against her skin causing her to sigh in delight. His tongue rolled over the delicate buds before running down over her stomach. Biting her lip she spread her legs loving every motion. His wing-tips followed his tongue lower and as she felt the flat of his tongue run up her slit they caressed the nipples he had left aching and erect. The soft feathers sent her body soaring as he lapped at her pussy. Her breathing sped up as she found herself on the edge of an orgasm faster than she could have imagined possible.

  Cupid lapped relentlessly before suddenly switching and sucking on her throbbing clit. It was enough to bring her over the edge causing her to cry out in pleasure as her orgasm exploded through her. Red hot heat flooded up from her clit pulling at every nerve. It was only when she stopped writhing did he move away and look up at her with a grin. His chin was wet with her juices his eyes sparkling bright he padded up her body spreading his wings out to full stretch as he did so.

  She didn’t need to ask his intentions nor did she attempt to stop him as he nudged her legs open a little further and moved so that the head of his cock traced a line up her thigh until it nudged up against her folds. With a groan she wriggled down suddenly desperate to feel him inside her. She pushed herself up and kissed him as he entered her tasting his scent mixed with bittersweet taste of herself.

  With powerful strokes of his wings he held himself up as he thrust into her driving himself forward filling her. She moaned in delight enjoying the feeling of being full. Through half open eyes she saw him gazing down at her with a look of pure serenity his wings beating in a slow lazy movement just enough to hold him up he looked angelic. She couldn’t quite believe what was happening but she wasn’t going to let him stop, not just yet. Arching her back she pushed down against him crying out in delight. With a groan she reached down and took hold of her breasts pinching her nipples whilst Cupid watched her hungrily. The action seemed to drive him forward and with a deep growl he built up a rhythm that caused his face to flush with effort. To her surprise she found her body tensing a sure sign that another orgasm was building.

  Closing her eyes she felt Cupids warm breath on her neck and she took a final deep breath as her orgasm rushed over her. Every muscle in her body tensed and through her cries she heard him grunt as with one final thrust he throbbed and pulsed inside her.

  She didn’t open her eyes for a while but when she did she realised she was wrapped in both Cupid’s arms and his wings. He was resting but looked at peace, happily she wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes drifting back into a blissful sleep happy to make their first date last as long as possible.

  Be My Valentine

  White Knightro

  A spicy yet romantic tale about a man loving his wife and putting her pleasures first.

  Richard Cameron sat up in bed staring at Dina as she slept. He was thinking. Thinking was something he did a lot. He was very, very good at thinking. He was going over his plan for today - Valentine’s Day. His brain was in full review mode going over all the milestones in his Valentine’s Day project. Along with the usual, flowers and reservations for a restaurant she had mentioned once, he had written a program that at the start of the month auto
mated sending her “countdown to Valentine’s day” e-mails and texts containing brief love poems, lines from her favorite songs and movies, original goofy notes and even the occasional naughty little sext. He did NOT tell her it was automated. The intent was to set the stage, prepare her, raise her expectations and let her know she was on his mind.

  And she was always on his mind. Richie was like a stalker minus the creep factor.

  When Dina followed one of the web links he sent it took her to a Dina “fan page” that Richie had built for her containing photos from her pageant days, her graduations from high school and college, the opening of her second and third coffee-delis. Looking over the work he had put into the tribute site Dina had texted him:

  Dina: Yo, ahab wattup? What make this vday so special?

  Richie: You.

  Yes, he was going all out. Even he couldn’t say why. He just felt really in love and wanted her to know it. He’d planned for months. It was supposed to be a day seasoned with surprises. He’d pick her up mid-day having arranged for her to leave work (she did not know this), the restaurant was upstate, so there would be a surprise road trip (he’d packed a bag for her) and a surprise special hotel, the kind that had theme rooms (medieval castle, western town, science fiction star ship) that he thought were ridiculous (the science fiction star ship was grossly inaccurate) but that she loved. A happy Dina, pay per porn and room service was a winning equation in Richie’s math book. The two of them loved to watch bad movies and make fun of them. Porn was particularly amusing and they had seen enough that they recognized many of the actors by their physical attributes.

  Dina: “Eww, it’s that guy whose left eye never moves. No way would I do it with some walleye. Why would they hire him?”

  Richie: “Are you kidding? Check out the size of his...pecs. Man, the time he has to put in on the pec deck to keep those things.”

  Dina: “Deck envy, Cameron?”

  Richie leaned into her trying hard to twitch his right eye and not the other resulting in an insane face, “Sounds like you need some one-eyed Richie!”

  She would push him away with feigned revulsion, “Not till I finish this sandwich!”

  That was always how it went. The action on screen, their joking about dimensions, tattoos and money shots was also a kind of foreplay that inevitably oiled up off-screen action between the two of them.

  He trembled as he recalled those times and felt it.

  Arousal.

  Dina laid with her back to him on her right side in a pool of silvery moonlight that poured through the window behind them; the beam gave her bare flesh a cool blue hue. He watched the covers rise and fall with her breathing. She was not snoring at the moment, that power tool sound she would emit from time to time. But it wouldn’t matter to him if she had been. There wasn’t much she could do that would rattle his affection for her. He could count his lovers on one hand but he knew clearly that no other woman compared favorably to her. He was aware that he did not see her like he saw other women. His logical mind knew that younger, hotter, just plain different women existed, that Dina could be viewed as abrasive, rude, outspoken, and even mean. How many people want to put the First Lady on hold to get a sandwich?

  No, he was not logical when he looked at her. Dina took his logic away. That was one of her gifts to him.

  What he felt for her was beyond his thinking mind, in fact, he had come to a point where he no longer used his mind exclusively in dealing with her. She taught him the value of working outside his brain, of stepping out on something unseen and trusting that there was a world beyond thought, that thought was limited, that going with something you don’t understand because it scares you is important. He smiled at the reverie. He had tried to tell her that very thing the night of their second kiss, but she ended up making him live it. She taught him the importance of taking a chance, of relying on his instincts at times.

  The range of everything she had taught him was so vast it couldn’t even be catalogued. This woman had blessed his life with stress and effort and pain. She birthed him in a way, bringing him into a surprising reality he did not fully understand but that he trusted as surely as he believed there would be air to breathe. He thought about everything they had been through. High school drama, abusive tricks, international trips, brushes with the law, other lovers, break-ups, successes, failures, and more battles than the UFC. The only thing that outnumbered the battles was the laughter. The laughs and smiles were beyond calculation.

  He curled his finger into her blond hair that spilled on the pillow; he drew it up watching it trail down then pressed the tresses between his thumbnail and cheek. It was soft and silky with a scent of cinnamon and brown sugar. Knowing Dina it might have been shampoo or the actual spices that got into her hair. His eyes followed the honey colored strand down and over her bewitchingly lovely face. He loved to look at her, not just her features but every pulse quickening inch of her. He never tired of it. His gaze roamed over her covered shape. The thought of what waited underneath caused his heart to race, his blood to descend.

  Just like that the sensation was fully on him, banging in his veins. It might have started in his brain, but it lived deeper, fed from the lower parts of him. This was not part of his Valentine’s Day plan, not now, anyway. This was something else she gave by taking away. She disrupted his plans and planted him in the moment.

  He knew what he was feeling and didn’t even pause to place what he was about to do in his formula for the day. He gave himself to the fire inside; he embraced the drums. He really should have known this would happen. Any time spent looking at her led to where he was now. It didn’t matter what she was wearing, what she was doing, if he looked at her long enough he simply wanted her. She was not a sexual object, she was far beyond something physical to him, she was a complete experience that he knew and could predict. Yet conversely, paradoxically she remained mysterious and challenging----somehow familiar and new at the same time--- sexual deja vu. Whether he thought about her, talked to her or listened to her in any intercourse she had some gravity that compelled him to reach for her, merge into her and find some kind of release.

  He wanted her now. It wasn’t in his plan but the plan did not matter, he had to have her now. He needed her rolling across all of his senses like submerging himself in a carnal river.

  Sight, touch, smell, sound, taste, they all combined at these moments holding him in some sweet prison he would not dream of escaping. Looking at her he wanted to caress her flesh, to clutch those sunshine yellow curls in his fingers, to stroke the tiny angel hairs on her face and neck. He loved to smell her, to breathe in the soaps and scents she used to mask herself, then to penetrate deeper behind the artificial to savor the aromas that life gave her. To hear her, her noises, her gasp, her soft moans and her pleading, ecstatic sounds electrified him. Finally, to taste her; he craved the salty tang of her skin and hidden places on his tongue.

  He bent down and parted the golden locks at the back of her neck, his lips brushed the yellow V of hair at the base, kissed the muscles lightly, and nibbled at her, gently, sweetly, using only the barest suggestion of teeth, a rumor of tongue.

  He whispered, “Dina” the name taking on an evocative, earthen quality. Somehow it said that he had been thinking of her.

  Missing her.

  Needing her.

  “Mmm?” she responded from a sleepy fog.

  “Dina,” he repeated, as his finger tipped her ear lobe into his mouth.

  She stirred as he continued to nuzzle her, his fingers not so much touching as suggesting touch. He withdrew and lifted the blanket revealing her luscious bare back. The sight fed his swelling like backdraft in a burning room. He knew her body so well; he paused over a moon kissed blue vein that ran between her shoulder and neck. That spot was very sensitive so he drew his chin stubble over it conjuring a shiver. Instantly concerned for her comfort he p
ositioned the blanket over them then slowly moved down her smooth expanse tracing the fine bones and sinew he felt; he listened to the air move inside her, the steady rhythm of her heart, the internal wet noises unheard in the daylight that seemed to fill the lagoon of moonlight they swam in now. As he nibbled and kissed his way lower, his fingers tenderly massaged naked skin. He felt her hand reaching back, her nails drawing across his shoulder. It was a dazed, automatic gesture from someone still embraced in sleep.

  He guided her fingers to his mouth and licked them as if they were dipped in chocolate, then continued his descent along her anatomy. Lower, ever lower until he could smell her, her musk issuing forth in response to his attentions. As his hand whisper-touched her waist she shifted, still not awake yet but reacting to something primitive that was uncoiling in each of them.

  He gave the lightest of bites and made forceful strokes along the warm skin of her blanketed hip, his thumbs sweetly circling erotically on her muscles. Beginning to waken she eased onto her back, exposing herself, welcoming him, enticing him with a night dimmed view and natural fragrance that made his mouth water. Despite the grip of her hypnotic femininity he thought to draw the plush covers more securely over both of them keeping her warm and safe as he lowered his head between her naked thighs.

  Always her.

  Only her.

  As he softly kissed her special, veiled-during-the-day spaces, he savored the heat emanating from her--- erotic steam. He slowly, oh so slowly moved from side to side, leaving no zone unaccounted for, thorough and deliberate he continued his feathery attentions, tantalizing, exhorting some animal spirit to rise. He loved this, this contact, this communication, this sensual communion. Then he closed his eyes relishing her hushed, bedroom voice.

  “Mmmmmmmh, baby.”

  A low jungle prayer issued in a tone that stoked the scarlet flames in his blood.