Finding Cupid

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  A final mirror check had Lula smiling. “I think I look just like candy,” she said. “Definitely good enough to eat.” She giggled. “What do you think, Dake?”

  “Holy shit!”

  Lula laughed. “I can see by the look in your eyes that your favorite expression indicates not only your surprise, but your pleasure. So?” She stood arms akimbo. “Do I look lickable?”

  “Better than cotton candy, bubble gum or peppermint ice cream. Baby, I could devour you in one bite.” Dake gave her a wonderfully lustful look. “You look all sweet and girly on top, but the addition of those wicked boots catapults you right into that Mistress Nymph category again. Come here, Lula.” He crooked his finger.

  “Mistress…” Lula mused as she strolled toward Dake. “This is a woman who is dominant to a subservient male, is that correct?” Dake nodded. “And this is what you would prefer for our fucking?”

  “Hell no. I mean, you can be on top and dress the part, but that’s as far as it goes. I’m not into playing meek and submissive. If there’s any dominating to be done, I’ll be the one doing it.” Lula caught a gleam in his eye as Dake thumbed his chest. “Now get your ass over here, woman,” he commanded.

  Lula halted in her tracks, smiled and shook her head. “I want to watch you strip off your clothes first.”

  “I told you,” Dake said with a sexy grin, “I’m the one giving the orders here.” He patted the mattress near his hip.

  Resting her hands on her locked knees, Lula bent the top of her body toward him, projecting the most wide-eyed innocent smile she could. Then she wiggled her ass. “What if I said pretty please with cotton candy on top?” Lula asked.

  One eyebrow arching, Dake crossed his arms over his chest. “You seem to be doing better with your Earth vernacular,” he said.

  “I managed to pick up quite a bit since my first visit to Earth about fifty years ago.”

  “Fifty…” Dake began, giving her the oddest look.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Lula nodded. “I had just entered my freshman term at Cupid Academy. I would have learned more, but I’m afraid I managed to create a bit of a ruckus during each of my visits.”

  “Oh Lula.” Dake threw his head back in laughter. “Why don’t I find that difficult to believe? So what did you do?”

  “Well, the last time I left some of my confidential class materials behind and they fell into the wrong hands. A bad man, an unprincipled politician who wanted to rule your world. My teacher Cinnamus was not at all pleased and Cupid nearly expelled me from his academy. He called me a walking disaster.”

  Lula felt her chin tremble at the memory. “But everything eventually worked out after Cinnamus dispatched a team of investigators to recover the materials I accidentally left here. And now…and now I’ve done it again,” Lula said, her chin quivering once more. “I’ve lost more of my class materials after I promised Cinnamus I’d be extra careful. Oh Dakin, he’ll be so very disappointed in me.”

  Dake was at her side in an instant, scooping her into his arms and holding her close. The sound of his heartbeat made Lula feel better, safe and secure somehow. He sat her down on the edge of the bed, cupping her face in his hands.

  “Everything’s going to be all right, honey. This Cinnamus you keep talking about sounds like a good guy. Once you tell him what happened, he’ll send out his crackerjack detective team again and everything will be a-okay. You’ll see.”

  He kissed her nose, cheeks and forehead before kissing her lips. “Now tell you what, sweetheart, you just sit here and start sipping on another glass of vino, while I go ahead and do that striptease you wanted, okay?” Dake jiggled his eyebrows and winked as he poured more wine into Lula’s glass and then placed it in her hand.

  “Thank you, Dake,” Lula said after sipping from her wine. “For someone who is so hard, strong, masculine and occasionally obstinate—and who isn’t gay, of course—you certainly can be soft and sweet and caring. You are a good man, Dake. Very kind and considerate.” She smoothed her hand across his cheek, brushing her fingers over the dark whiskers sprouting at his jaw line.

  Dake almost choked on the wine he drank. “Aw, jeez, Lula, you make me sound just like my brother, for chrissakes. Trust me, I’m not a hearts and flowers kind of guy. I’m hard as nails. I was just trying to make you feel better so you wouldn’t cry, that’s all.”

  “You and Zebulon are more alike than you realize.”

  Dake rolled his eyes and groaned. “Yeah, well how about we just sorta keep that to ourselves, okay? I wouldn’t want anything to harm my macho image, you know? And I really don’t want Zeb starting all that crap about me having an inner woman again.”

  “But you do have an inner woman, Dake. All men do.”

  “Lula.”

  “Yes?”

  “Remember that iron rod in my pants I told you about?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” Lula licked her lips as her gaze flew to Dake’s groin.

  “Well, it just got a trace smaller. You don’t really want to keep on the subject of my inner woman, do you? Because trust me when I tell you it’s gonna put a damper on our lovemaking.”

  “Lovemaking?” Lula beamed a smile. “Is that what we are making together, Dake? Love?”

  “Eh…” Dake gulped back more wine. “Listen, honey, you just sit there and relax while I peel my clothes off like you wanted, okay?”

  Lula nodded enthusiastically. “And then we will make love to each other.” Dake certainly did have an almost magical way of making her feel better.

  “Why don’t you pick out a CD from Zeb’s collection over there.” Dake pointed to the CD holder next to the nightstand. “Something to set the mood.”

  “What is a CD?”

  “Oh…it’s…it’s like a record album. You know, music.”

  “I believe I heard this music you speak of when I was on my way here to Cupid’s Headquarters. It came from little boxes people carried as they walked along the street. It was loud and harsh and very strange. I do not think I want to set that kind of mood for our lovemaking, Dake.”

  Dake chuckled. “Don’t worry, that’s not the kind of music my brother listens to. Whatever he’s got here, I’m pretty sure you’ll like. It’s all new-agey stuff.” He went to the CD holder and thumbed through the choices, scrunching his face with displeasure as he selected one of the flat containers and placed the disc into the small machine on the nightstand. Soon, sounds of zithers and ocean waves and heavenly chanting filled the room.

  “Oh I like this, Dake. It reminds me of the compositions I listen to on Olympus.”

  “I figured as much.” Dake took another sip of wine before turning out the overhead light, turning on one dim bedside light and striding to the front of the room. “Now, I’m not exactly the best dancer, so don’t expect something you’d see in a male strip club or anything, but I do have some moves you might like.”

  “I’m sure I will like all of your moves, Dake,” Lula said, not bothering to tell him she had no idea what a male strip club was—although it did sound intriguing.

  As the tranquil sounds wafted through the room, Dake moved his hips to the music, pumping side to side and then back and forth slowly, mimicking the drive of his cock into her depths. All the while his fingers were busy at his shirt buttons, each movement revealing a little more of his beautiful, hard chest.

  “I’m thinking about pounding my cock into you, Lula, right between that little lacey pink scrap of material that’s framing your pussy,” Dake said as he dragged the shirt tails from his jeans. “And I’m thinking about you wrapping those legs of yours around me as I do it.” He unbuttoned each shirt cuff and whipped the garment off, flicking it aside.

  “You have such a handsome chest, Dake. Sculpted like a fine statue.” She couldn’t take her eyes from him as his broad chest was bared, calling her to rake her fingers from his collarbone to the fine trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. A warm trickle of liquid gathered between her thighs, readying her fo
r the magnificent invasion ahead.

  “Statues can’t do this,” he said, posing to make his pectorals jump, one after the other and then both at the same time. “You like that?” he asked, giving a repeat performance.

  “It makes me gush with cream in anticipation of feeling your cock driving deep into my pussy,” Lula whispered.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” Dake said with a wink as he unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops, waving through the air overhead. “You know what else I’m gonna do, baby?”

  “What, Dake?”

  “I’m going to torture those tiny pink buttons at the tips of your breasts.” He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, tossing them aside. “Pinching and twisting one succulent nipple while I suck and nibble the other until you beg for mercy.”

  “I can hardly wait,” Lula breathed, loving the exquisite entertainment Dake provided for her pleasure and eagerly awaiting the unveiling of his cock. “I can feel my nipples getting hard this very minute. They ache for your attention, Dake.”

  The clasp and zipper of Dake’s jeans came next. Prolonging the expectation, he did more of his erotic dance moves for her before finally shedding his jeans and kicking them aside. She loved to watch his body move, the muscles and tendons bunching and cording with each sensuous glide. His bronzed flesh glowed in the dim candle-like light.

  “Most of all,” Dake said, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, “I want to see those wings of yours sprout up again as I feel you quake and quiver in my arms.” In one sleek move, Dake divested himself of his shorts, standing before her completely naked.

  Lula’s eyes fell to his cock, which looked even bigger than the last time they had joined sexually. It stood out high and proud, away from the cluster of black curls between his thighs. Unable to stand the wait a moment longer, Lula rose from the bed, took another hearty sip of wine and drew a condom from the drawer in Zeb’s nightstand. After tearing the foil packet with her teeth, she discarded it and strolled toward Dake.

  “Oh, I can most definitely guarantee that you’ll be seeing my wings this fine night, Dakin.” Standing close enough for her nipples to make contact with the fine hair on his chest, Lula rolled the condom onto Dake’s cock. Holding the firm rod down, she pressed herself against the tip, moistening it with her juices. “Are you ready, Dake?” She took a few steps back, licking her lips.

  “Baby, I’ve never been more ready in my life,” he said.

  “Good.” Not wasting another moment, Lula jumped up onto Dake, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Momentarily taken aback, Dake stumbled backward a few steps before clutching Lula’s ass in his hands and squeezing.

  “Whoa. Damn, Lula.” His voice was a raspy chuckle. “You weren’t kidding about wine turning you into a wild, wanton nymph, were you?”

  “It was a combination of the wine and your excellent erotic moves, Dake. Now fuck me. Make love to me. Let me feel your cock hit high and hard deep inside me.” Lula squirmed against him.

  “Oh hell yeah.” Dake moved a few more feet until he was up against a wall. After a bit of fumbling and positioning, he drove his cock into her in one swift action, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Lula’s lips.

  A moment later, Dake had switched their positions so that Lula’s back was against the wall. “Better leverage,” he panted, screwing into her again. “Jesus, Lula, you feel so damn good.” Bringing one hand up from her butt, Dake squeezed one of her breasts, kneading the flesh and then locking his fingers onto the nipple, pinching and tugging until she cried out again. “Too hard?”

  ‘No…no…I… Give me more, Dake. Harder.”

  His fingers continued to pay homage to her breast, applying excruciatingly delicious pain along with the pleasure as he pummeled into her. The sensation was so intense, so passionate, Lula felt certain her wings were about to pop. And pop they did.

  With a piercing cry of rapture, Lula’s wings spread up and out against the wall.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lula,” Dake said, kissing her deeply with tongue strokes matching that of his cock. “I love to watch you come.” His fingers slipped from her breast to her clit. “Come for me again, baby. Let me see that look of ecstasy in your eyes again.”

  “Oh great Jupiter!” While not yet recovered from her first orgasm, Lula felt her body tighten, knowing another climax was at hand. She’d never had orgasms so close together before. It felt wonderful at the same time it felt daunting. It was as if her body would splinter into millions of points of light.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, shatter for me.”

  Lula gazed into the depths of Dake’s eyes. They looked like pools of the rich, dark brown hot fudge she’d enjoyed with her ice cream earlier. As she felt her body quake, Lula was aware of Dake holding her tighter, whispering sweet words to her as he watched her. The force of her orgasm was like nothing Lula had ever known before.

  In fact, the orgasmic experience had been so perfect, so supreme, that Lula felt the full extent of her nymph powers coursing through her veins, through her entire being. Her wings flapped mightily and before Lula realized what she was doing, she had lifted them both from the floor.

  “Holy shit,” Dake yelled out, clutching Lula harder. “I’m…I’m up in the air. I didn’t know you could lift me up and fly with me, Lula.”

  “I didn’t either,” she admitted dreamily. “I’d heard stories that it was possible under certain circumstances, but thought they were no more than boastful tales. Oh Dake, it’s wonderful, isn’t it?”

  Sucking in a deep breath and expelling it, Dake finally nodded, smiling. “Yeah…yeah, I’ve got to admit it’s pretty cool.” He captured her lips in a sweet kiss. “You’re just one delicious little bundle of surprises, my sexy little nymph.”

  “Surprises are no fun unless they’re shared with someone very special.” Lula returned his kiss. “So, Dake, have you ever experienced a climax while you were flying?”

  Dake shook his head, his eyes locked on hers.

  “Well, hang on tight, Dakin, because you’re about to.” With that, Lula lifted them toward the mirrored ceiling over the bed, twirling them in slow circles as she screwed herself tight against him. “Look up, Dake. See how beautiful we are together?” Lula loved the image of the two of them naked and joined together in midair. And from the growl rumbling up from Dake’s chest, he did too.

  Lula slid off his cock just far enough so she could impale herself again, grinding tight against him. After another round of the same, Dake roared out his release, clutching her tight, digging his fingers into her back, her ass and, finally, capturing her lips with his as the last vestiges of his first in-flight climax surged trough him.

  Chapter Seven

  A jangling, screeching noise ripped Dake out of a deep, dream-laced sleep. Forcing one eyelid open, he glanced at the luscious nymph beside him who was just beginning to stir. Hands down, she was the best damn thing he’d ever laid eyes on first thing in the morning. All pink and soft, with that halo of gold curls spread across her pillow. She woke up with a sweet, satisfied smile and he knew he was the one who put it there.

  “Good morning, Dake,” she said, snuggling closer. “You were wonderful last night.” Lula draped her arm across his chest, smoothing her fingers back and forth across his nipple.

  The harsh noise blared again. Once the realization sank in that it was the telephone on Zeb’s nightstand making all the racket, Dake rolled over, picked up the receiver and dragged it to his ear.

  “Yeah, hello,” he mumbled, feeling foggy as hell. “Zeb? Why the hell are you calling so early? What? It can’t be after nine, I never sleep that late.” Dake tried to focus on the clock’s digital display. Damn, his brother was right. Well, no wonder—he and Lula had been screwing each other’s brains out all night.

  With a lion-worthy yawn, he pulled himself up on his elbows until he was propped up against the pillows. “Yeah, okay, Zeb. See you downstairs in forty-five m
inutes.”

  Dake’s gaze fell on Lula, who looked so perfect, so content, so kissable and so very fuckable that he would have driven into her right then and there if she hadn’t killed his poor cock last night. Jesus, that woman was one hell of a voracious lover.

  Before last night, if anyone would have told Dake a man could get it up and perform that many times in such quick succession, he would have said they were fucking crazy. But then…he’d never had nymph sex before yesterday.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” Dake said, sifting his fingers through her thick mass of curls. “We’ve got to get ready. Zeb will be here soon.”

  “Make love to me again, Dake,” Lula urged.

  Dake chuckled. “I can’t, sweetheart. You annihilated my cock last night, remember?” He flipped his limp cock to illustrate the point. “See? Dead. Damn, it’s the first time it’s ever been sore like this.”

  “My pussy is sore too, but it’s a good feeling. It reminds me of all the joy we shared together last night.”

  Lula’s hand scooted down to his groin and she cupped his cock. Naturally, his traitorous cock resurrected, making a liar out of him. Hard as it was, Dake removed her hand.

  “We’ve got to be downstairs in just over half an hour, honey. You need to be dressed and ready to go. That means no wings.” Dake lifted an eyebrow. “Understand?”

  “Oh…I forgot.” Lula stretched and yawned, presenting her breasts for him in such a mouthwatering manner his cock shot up in eager response.

  “Don’t do that,” he said.

  “What?” Lula asked, her voice soft and dreamy.

  “Stretch like that. You’re so damned beautiful and tempting, you’re going to drive me crazy.”

  “I’m sorry, Dake.” Propping herself up on an elbow, Lula rested her head in her hand, looking up at him with those big blue eyes of hers. “I was just hoping that we could enjoy each other one last time so I could carry the memory with me forever.”