The sand was warm, much warmer than the surrounding sea air which carried the tang of the ocean and a spicy scent of tropical flowers. A playful puff of breeze lifted one tendril of her blonde hair across her face. She smoothed it away and let two fingers graze across her bottom lip She knew he was watching her. She had heard his breath catch in his chest as she touched her lip. She felt a little smile steel across her lips and without opening her eyes, she shifted her body in the sand to turn into his arms. She could feel his arms snake around her, pulling her to him, impossibly tight.
The waves crashing onto the sand seemed to match the quickened beating of her heart. She could feel his lips trailing heat, warmer even than the sand, over her neck down to the rise of her breast to the juncture of her wet swimsuit. His hand was caressing the skin just above the rise of her bum, his fingers playing with the strings that made up her bikini bottoms. She could feel his need pressing into her thigh and felt a matching jolt of arousal shoot through her core.
She felt his lips caress over her mouth and then begin laying small kisses on her closed lids. He was trying to seduce them open but she kept them screwed shut. She had learned a few things about heightening desire and denial and rejection played almost as an important part in the process as seduction and permission. She knew she was successful when she heard him growl deeply in his throat and could feel him pull roughly at the catch of her bikini top. The cooler air over her exposed breasts wrung a cry from her and almost toppled her resolve to keep her eyes closed. His mouth was intense and hotter than the sun as he rolled her swollen nipple around and over his tongue. It was nearly heaven but she knew he was not speaking to her, he was withholding his greatest tool from her even as she kept her eyes from him.
She brought a hand up to stroke his face. She reveled in the grittiness of the stubble at his chin combined with the incredible softness of his skin. She let her fingers trail over his jaw, up to the smooth span of his brow, and then down to play with the corner of his mouth as it continued its assault on her breast. He pulled his mouth away to suck the tips of those fingers into his mouth letting another sigh of desire escape his lips. She could almost feel the words he longed to say tremble through him but she reached down and finally covered his mouth with her own. She knew what he could do with his voice and his words and wanted to prolong this as long as possible.
She let one hand wander nonchalantly down the center of his chest and then swirl teasingly over his stomach before finally delving slowly into the band of his suit. She heard his breath suck in involuntarily as his body twitched forward. That flipped a switch in her lover and all pretense at languidness or tenderness was gone in the presence of his overwhelming need.
They were now both naked and exposed to anyone that happened to wander along the beach. This excited her immensely. She could feel his erection straining against her opening. For one brief instant, fear over rode her mind but she screwed her eyes shut tighter and let other images come to mind.
She felt him enter her body. It was more than she could have hoped for. Their attraction to one another had been evident to her from the moment he had stepped into the room. She reached down to the blanket next to where they coupled. Slowly and lovingly as she felt her orgasm build within her body, She slipped the knife between Bobby's ribs. She had dreamed of this moment since they had first met.
It was at that moment that Nicole Wallace woke up. A Cheshire Cat smile danced upon her lips and she stretched her arms luxuriously over her head. Such a lovely little dream, I hope one day to make it come true.
A/N: I always assumed that Nicole had naughty dreams about our man, too.