Finding Love's Wings

by Derrick, Zoey

  After a moment she pulls back. "Thank you, Tristan. This is turning out to be a fabulous weekend," she whispers.

  I lean into her ear and whisper, "Anything for you." And then I kiss her.

  It's not until our lips meet that I realize how much I missed them, how much I long for them. Her hands snakes into my hair and she pulls me in tighter.

  The effect is instantaneous. My breathing goes ragged and I fight the urge to pin her up against the railing. I'm lost in Cami's kiss, so soft and sweet. My cock hardens further.

  "I want you," I say quietly against her lips.

  "Take me," she whispers back.

  I step back, grab her hand, and pull her toward the cabin and our stateroom.

  "Hey guys, we're, um...gonna go put our suits on," I stutter. I hear chuckles from Ty and Trav, but I don't care.

  "Sounds good to me," says Mick, and he grabs Beau's hand and starts to follow. As do Tyson and Jolene. Travis and Naomi seem lost in each other too.

  PART THIRTY-EIGHT

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  As soon as we enter the cabin, I start trying to pull the zipper on my dress, but Tristan stops my hand.

  "Oh, no you don't," he says from behind me. "That's my job. I want to unwrap you."

  His words make the blood pump faster and harder through my body. My body temperature begins to rise in anticipation. I feel his body come closer to mine, and then his lips are against my neck as his hands work at unzipping my dress. His finger tracing along the inside of my fairy wings sends shivers down my spine and throughout my body. My nipples are instantly hard, pressing against my bra and begging to be freed from their confines.

  Finally he gets the zipper all the way down and the front of my dress falls away from my chest. Tristan pulls the dress down my legs and lets it fall to the floor of the cabin.

  I hear Tristan take a sharp breath through his teeth as he takes in my corset. Beau helped me intertwine the ribbons he left for me and it turned out pretty cool. His fingers trace around the outside and then across the ribbons, tracing their path through the hoops. The sensation tickles slightly and sends more goose bumps through my body.

  Then his hands follow the line of my garter belt around to my sides, his soft touch sending shock waves of pleasure into my very core. My sex warms in anticipation, and I wait to see what he'll do next.

  His hands continue around to my stomach, his touch warm and sensual, and then they are sliding their way up toward my breasts. I lean forward in anticipation of his caress.

  I hear his breathy laugh behind me.

  "What's so funny?" I'm trying to hide the smile on my face and failing. He chuckles again.

  "Eager, aren't you?"

  "Can you blame me? I haven't seen you all day." I bring my hands behind my back and feel around until I find his erection through his trousers.

  "Oh, no," he says, pulling his erection from my hands. "We are doing this my way."

  I pout, and he laughs as my shoulders slump. He spins me around and cups my face. He crushes his lips to mine and I'm lost to the sensation. His kisses get more intense each time our lips touch.

  My body responds with urgency. My hands find the lapel of his jacket and he helps me by shrugging it off. Then his tie and his vest are all but ripped from his body. I'm impatient to have his naked chest pressed against me.

  "Do you care about your shirt?" I ask against his lips, and he shakes his head.

  I grab the shirt and rip it open, sending buttons flying to the floor.

  He grins against my lips as his hands find the clasp of my bra. He unfastens it with great fervor, freeing my breasts of their confinement, and he wraps his arms around me, pressing me to him.

  His kisses intensify. Our tongues dance with each other.

  His hands slowly slide down to my buttocks, cupping and caressing. It tickles slightly and I squirm. He goes to unhook the suspenders holding up my stockings and I laugh.

  "That tickles," I squeal, and he does it again, and again.

  I'm starting to laugh uncontrollably and hardly notice that he pushes me toward the bed. He continues tickling me until I sit down.

  "Now that's better," he says.

  I unbuckle his belt and then unbutton his trousers. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, I pull down. Once his pants are to his knees, I lick the purplish head of his rock hard cock. He shivers at the contact. I moan as I take his head into my mouth, licking and sucking and working him in further, deeper.

  His hands touch the back of my head and the flower that is holding my bow tie ponytail. As he undoes the tie, my hair quickly falls down my back, and his hands grip hard and firmly into my hair.

  I continue licking and sucking, slowly sliding him in and out of my mouth.

  I move my hands to cup my breasts, and my own touch sends a jolt of excitement through my sex. My clit hardens, begging to be touched. Slowly I slide my hands down my body and into my panties, and I find my clit with my fingers.

  I moan as the sensation washes through me. I look up at Tristan through my lashes, slowly stroking his cock with my mouth as my hand continues its slow, sensual assault against my sex. Tristan moans.

  Finally he can’t take it anymore, and he pulls back until I nearly lose my balance trying to keep him in my mouth. His sex pops free, audibly, and he grins at my pouty face.

  "I was having fun with that," I mutter.

  He lowers himself to his knees. "I know. But now it's my turn."

  He undoes the last two suspenders holding up my stockings and quickly bares both my legs, removing both stockings and shoes. Then he's back to remove my black lace boy-shorts and matching garter belt.

  Before I can blink, I'm naked and Tristan's tongue is buried against my sex, licking, stroking, and caressing me with ardent excitement. I feel the warmth of an orgasm building deep within my core. My legs stiffen and he slows, but only for the briefest of seconds. Before I even realize he's no longer kneeling, he is slamming his cock hard and deep into me, and I explode.

  Fireworks, white stars, an indescribable sensation.

  "Tristan," I all but scream as my orgasm rips through me.

  "Shh, baby," he whispers.

  Just then I hear Beau letting out her own orgasmic release, giving ironic context to Tristan's comment.

  "Well then, I guess we're not the only ones vying for the loudest orgasm," I say.

  He shakes his head and slowly begins to slide in and out of me, pulling back until he's practically falling free and then slamming back into me.

  Tristan leans down and kisses me, warm and sweet, sensual.

  And there is something else. Something about the slowing of his motions in time to the beating of my heart. I place my hand on his chest and his own heart beat is in sync with mine. Beat for beat.

  I look into his eyes, and there's a warmth, a depth to them that I've never seen before. He's biting his bottom lip, perhaps in concentration or in an attempt to hold back his own orgasm, as he continues to slowly slide in and out.

  An unbelievable sensation washes over my entire body. Warm, caressing, and comforting. Not a pending orgasm, but something else. Something that feels like it's going to burst out of my chest.

  "I love you, Cami."

  That's it!

  As my orgasm pulls me into bliss I can no longer keep my eyes open. "Tristan," I breathe. "I'm going to...ah!" I moan.

  "Let it go, Cami. Let it out," he breathes against my lips. There is a double meaning to his words.

  "I love you, Tristan."

  Then his lips are on mine, a hard, passionate kiss.

  Finally the string snaps. Tears form in my eyes as my orgasm washes over me. A sensation so intense that I hold my breath. The orgasm envelops my entire body, and I feel like I'm falling apart at the seams, melting into Tristan as our bodies and souls become one.

  END

  Acknowledgements:

  Words cannot express the gratitude I feel towards you for reading Finding Lov
e’s Wings.

  So Thank You to each and every one of you. In conjunction with thanking all of you, I need to thank some brilliant individuals.

  To my true inspirations… Barb, Rachel, Natalie, and Jolene. These beautiful ladies are my Beau, Rayne, Naomi and Jolene. Ladies, I hope you enjoy your alter-egos. Your encouragement, love and support without you guys, well, this story would still be rattling around in my noggin. So Thank You!

  The Girls, Crystal, Angie, Marata and Ronin, your enthusiasm and support of my first novel knows no bounds, I heart you all!

  TweetiePie, I cannot forget you and your undying patience, I can’t wait to come to England, you owe me a cup of tea!

  The Undead Duo and Crew, you all know who you are, you pushed me beyond my limits and for that I give you all big HUGE tackle hugs!

  Okay, I think that covers everyone. My beautiful editor Sione got copyright page billing. :-)!

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  About The Author:

  It is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey Derrick, a mortgage underwriter by day and romance and erotica novelist by night, writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.

  Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.

  Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.

  The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.