Here you go, folks! This is sort of a birthday present for two dear reviewers of mine: Happy Birthday, writersblock24 and Happy Birthday, Dyallon! We sexy scorpios love this sort of thing! LOL :)...Whew! This is a kind of a strong one, I don't know what got into me!...well, yes I do, but still...LOL. If it's not your cuppa, don't read.
Chapter 7- Epilogue
Warning: Strong Sexual Content
Monday, October 31, 2011
"This is from the gentleman at the end of the bar," the bartender said, handing Penelope Morgan a cocktail. It was a fuzzy navel, her absolute favorite drink. She looked down and locked eyes with the dark eyes of a very handsome pirate. The overhead light glinted off the diamond stud in his ear. He raised his glass in salute to her; she blushed and nodded her appreciation.
She watched as he stood and walked over to her, like a panther on the prowl. She felt that was oddly fitting- she was wearing part of her catsuit, after all. Her heartbeat started to accelerate; she willed it to calm back down. She pretended to play it cool, like she didn't notice every movement he made since the moment he walked into the bar.
"Is this seat taken?" The warm purr, like velvet on gravel, caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up.
She turned, glanced over him with her eyes, with haughty coolness. "I need to let you know; I'm taken."
He slid into the seat next to her anyway. His dark eyes glittered as he drawled, "I'm a pirate. We don't recognize boundaries."
The corners of his lips went up, revealing beautiful dimples she wanted to place her lips against. Closer up, he was even more attractive. This man broke many, many hearts in his life; she had no doubt about that.
She turned back to face the mirror behind the bar. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips pouty and red. "I don't believe I like your tone. Besides, I am taken by a wonderful man." She shot him a sultry look. "And I love him."
"That's very obvious," he commented, his perfect white teeth showing in a grin. He stood closer to her, so close she could feel the palpable electricity in the air between them. "But you can't deny you're attracted to me."
"I can't; you're a very attractive man," she murmured, looking up at him through her lashes.
His eyes flared hot, barely constrained lust flashing in the chocolate depths. "If you follow me, woman, I'll make it worth your time."
Her eyes twinkled with merriment. "I'm not certain my husband would approve."
"Oh, believe me, Baby Girl," he replied, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck. "He approves wholeheartedly."
Before she could answer, he captured her lips in a scintillating hot kiss. She didn't care the bartender was staring, she didn't care the relatively few other patrons turned to look (It was a Monday night, after all!). She needed to kiss him, as badly as he needed to kiss her.
Long moments later, when he finally pulled away, she was somewhat dazed and highly aroused. He didn't give her a chance to think; he kissed her again, pulling her off the bar stool and into his arms. When he lifted his head again, she was limp against him, and she was panting.
"Come, angel," he commanded, taking her hand and leading her out the French doors to the balcony.
It was much cooler than last year on Halloween. October in Virginia was so changeable. The surrounding air was more humid, fog rising from the pond the balcony overlooked. There was a heating lamp stationed in each corner now. The chairs in the corner of the balcony, secluded in shadow, the tiny lit pumpkin on the equally small table were the same...as were the two lovers clinging to one another.
This time, there was no real pretense. Penelope Morgan was madly in love with her husband, and he was just as in love with her.
The two stood in the middle of the balcony, the only two people braving the elements. They didn't feel the chill; they were too into one another to notice anything else. She tugged his silky shirt out of the waistband of his trousers, and coasted her hands up his lean ribcage, around to the bunching muscles on his back.
"Damn," he swore, leaning down to take possession of her neck, kissing and licking with precision, touching a particular spot that made her groan audibly. He dropped his hands to the pleather covering her bottom, pressing her intimately up against him, while he continued to nuzzle her neck.
She tried to press herself closer, mold herself nearer to him, and found that she couldn't get close enough.
Then she felt his hands slide down the zipper of her pants.
"Derek," she gasped, visibly shaking, trying to regain her control. They were outside at a bar; not the best spot for a tryst. She groaned, obviously disappointed. "We can't do this here."
He gave her a half grin and held up an unfamiliar key on a chain. "Oh, yes, sweetness, we can."
Penelope glanced around. This balcony was a special spot for them. This is where they'd realized their feelings for one another and where he'd proposed six months later. The curtains were drawn all around them; the balcony was secluded and dark.
She stepped away from him, turned up the heating control, then slid her pants completely off.
The light in Derek's eyes went from teasing to torrid in seconds. He looked his fill at her long legs, at the scrap of silk covering her mound, and her high breasts pressed upward by the bustier. Then he reached forward for her, and pulled her into his arms.
Derek buried his face between her breasts, taking a long deep breath, losing himself in the scent of her. He snaked his long tongue in between, tickling and teasing, then over the top of one high curve.
"Exquisite," he murmured against her skin, before giving the same treatment to the other side.
Gripping her waist, he tugged the bustier down just slightly, but enough to cause her breasts to tumble forward, spilling out of the fabric. The cool night air and her natural arousal caused her nipples to bead immediately. He dropped his head forward, closing his mouth over a peak.
Penelope arched forward as his teeth scraped an especially sensitive spot on her nipple. She moaned, her body beginning to quiver. Her eyes closed when he slid his other hand up her waist to cup under her breast, thumbing her nipple. He made perfect concentric circles, playing her like an instrument, plucking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
At the same time, he lowered his other hand to the top of her thong, sliding his finger along the top band, giving a playful snap of the elastic at the same time he'd nibble with his teeth. He drew that finger forward, along the top band of her panties, stopping at the already damp silky panel. He dipped that finger, along with the rest of his hand inside, stroking and petting the neat curls there. She shuddered against his fingers as he cupped her gently, intimately. He traced a finger between her lower lips, just barely brushing against her aching peak.
It was enough to cause her to gasp and shake, gripping at his shoulders, at the back of his head. She cried out as a shock of pleasure rippled over her, and yet, it wasn't nearly enough. Her body was pulsing in spasms, blissful, yet empty, aching to be filled. She groaned, barely recognizing her own voice, as she begged, "More."
Derek turned her in his arms, holding her back against his front. He brought his hands up to cup her breasts once more, before sliding them down the lengths of her arms. Gripping her wrists in his strong, dark hands, hands that gave her such pleasure, he guided her hands to the banister railing in front of her.
The position caused her to bend slightly at her waist, raising her bottom to him. She did a quick intake of breath when she felt his fingers loop under the edge of her panties, drawing them down until they fell on her booted feet. She heard the rasp of a zipper, the rustling of fabric, before she felt his hands at her waist again.
"Open your legs, sweetheart."
Derek watched as she glanced over her shoulder, the fall of her long red hair rustling down her back. He held his breath expectantly, and then had to fight a whoop of delight as she obediently stepped apart. Taking a step forward, he slid his aching, throbbing cock into the sweetest, hottest heaven he'd ever known.
He couldn't control a groan of satisfaction. She was so tight, so wet, gripping him like a velvet fist. Immediately he began sweating; it was work for him every damn time not to go crazy like a madman and pound into her, claiming her. There was no other woman on earth made especially for him; he thanked God daily for how fortunate he was.
He changed speeds, depths, teasing, torturing, making it good for both of them. Penelope deserved nothing more than the absolute best he had to give, and he made sure she got it whenever they were in bed...or in the shower...or on a table...or outside.
"Derek, please!" she cried, looking back at him again, her voice sounding frustrated with the need to climax again. "Don't stop."
At that point, it was no hold's barred for Derek. He gripped her hips, thrusting hard and deep, feeling her roll up to her tiptoes with the momentum. It was one of their favorite positions, so wild and animalistic. Although, when he thought about it, just about every position was their favorite. After a few more powerful thrusts, he felt her fall over the edge, shaking and undulating against him. Her legs were buckling; she was leaning heavily on the railing, she was so weak from her release.
Despite her protests, he withdrew, then guided her to the little table. He took a seat in the chair, then brought her forward, so that she was straddling his legs.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto his shaft, engulfing him again in her heat and wetness. He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly, letting himself regain control before any movement could happen. Just holding her so close, savoring the feel of her, was pure ecstasy.
Reaching her hands down to cup his face, Penelope leaned forward and kissed him, her mouth mating with his as her body did the same. His tongue swept into her mouth, sliding against hers in a dark dance as he gripped his hands on her bottom, helping to raise and rock her in a mutually pleasurable and perfectly delicious rhythm.
Penelope gasped against his mouth, rising on her tiptoes to rock down hard on him, feeling the deepest penetration. She wanted him to fill her whole body, her heart, her soul. He was already there; when they made love, it just made it all the more tangible.
"Come for me, baby, one more time," he ground out, grinding her hips down harder, faster. His fingers dug into her flesh as they joined together over and over.
The final release hit her as she saw a shimmering shower of stars, her cry drowned out by his primal growl. He held her so tightly, his face buried against her neck. She could feel his hot breath coming in pants, his near violent shudders, as she felt the wet warmth of his release deep inside her. Their heartbeats were in unison, sped up to match the spasms of their bodies.
They held each other tight, before she finally spoke.
"I'm glad you didn't make me wait forever."
"I'm sorry I was late," he said. "I got held up in traffic, and-"
Her finger went to his lips. "No worries. I got dressed and left you the message to meet me here. I was only waiting a few minutes."
He kissed her fingertips, then her palm. "I love you," he said, before his eyes turned wicked and he winked. "But I have to warn you: no more accepting drinks from strange men."
She cocked her head to the side. "Yeah?"
He nodded, trying to hide a grin. "Yeah."
"Sorry, sweet cheeks," she replied, stretching against him like a satisfied cat. "That pirate is one man I just can't resist."
He chuckled. "Happy first kiss anniversary, angel," he said, kissing her again.
She smiled and kissed him back. "Happy anniversary...and happy Halloween, too, my love."
