kisses at dawn

“Everything. He is meticulous about testing and is very particular about the things he keeps. It’s a very special collection,” Charlotte said, not really sure how to explain it, but it was rather like a museum curator with what was kept and how it was displayed. “I think he said some companies sent him things to review or promote or something? I don’t know, I usually get distracted because he’s using whatever it is with me,” she remarked with a laugh. “Of course there’s an orange one! He had to get that especially for me,” she said and held that one up. She tilted her head and considered… “Hmm.. only one way to find out! I will ask him later.” Surely she’d be able to use her cuteness to convince him to play around… and he’d get both of them… he wouldn’t complain about that. 

“So have you done a lot of wedding planning already? I’ve never been to Turkey. Is that where your family is from?” Tait asked with interest. Look at him making conversation. Elizabeth would actually be proud of him. He could picture his lover in some flowy kind of dress on a beach. She’d be so pretty.

“Ahh well nothing better than being a mermaid at the beach side resort. And it suits you.” He continued with a nod, shifting slightly to take further pressure off his knee. “Well thank you for inviting us to your party. It is lovely.”

“Not exactly. Though, what girl hasn’t dreamt of their wedding? I’ve always had a specific dream, so I suppose Gabriel will just have to adjust to that, rather than me adjust to his dream.” Of course they wouldn’t actually end up at the point of marriage, after all, Gabriel was a bit of a dick, and it wasn’t like they were actually dating. “But yes, I was born and raised in Turkey, and moved to America when I was about fifteen.” The brunette explained easily. 

“Sounds complicated, but how warm and inviting,” Peter remarked thoughtfully. He’d grown up in a similar sort of neighborhood, though he couldn’t imagine doing so now. He supposed that’s what having all sorts of money and influence would do to you, but it was more nuanced than that. He laughed at the question about his car. “It was white, actually, but I would’ve loved a red one. I have one now…” He went on to explain all the specs and details that I am too lazy to look up, but suffice it to say that it was powerful… and fast. “That’s a deal. I can make a mean martini,” he told her with a nod, though that wasn’t the only drink he could make. He could do all his favorites… and a couple that the ladies always seemed to enjoy. He laughed. “If he comes yelling, I’ll just remind him that I replaced the clothes for you because I am clumsy, yes, but a gentleman first and foremost.” Peter Parker… who was that… one of the super heroes? Something like that. “Maybe your name will become more common after people meet you,” he suggested, giving her an all too charming smile. 

“Or I could simply tie you to the bed, you know … for my own convenience.” Silas teased before turning his head to dust a kiss over her cheek. “I’m sure we could go scuba diving sometime.” Now that was rather amazing in and of itself. As a boy he couldn’t have dreamed of trying something like scuba diving, “Perhaps we could take some lessons so we could do something interesting, in the deeper water.” 

“Ahhh, I will stand by that one,” Elizabeth remarked with a laugh. “It’s amazing, though, I wish I had more time to come up with something like that… as it is… here I am, no costume.” Oh well. “Witch… so, tell me, have you poisoned this, then? Am I to be under some sort of love potion?” she joked, thinking about how nice it was to do so. “Oh, please, give me all of them… okay, well, maybe not all. I would hate to be completely wasted.” She’d been drunk like maybe once in her life? It had not been a fun feeling. “I- I am starting to, yes. Have you been at the resort long?” she asked before taking another sip of her drink. Her eyes scanned the room and couldn’t help falling on Tait… oh how she missed when things were simpler between them. 

Wyatt was lost in the mere taste and feel of her.  He always was, when it came to pleasing his queen, his lady, the missing half to all of his deepest desires. “And how am I doin’?” he inquired, knowing damn well from the way her pussy clenched around his tongue and rode his face, the sweetness of her satisfaction spreading filling his senses.  He lived for the soft moans his actions elicited, doubling the speed and delving deeper, flexing the talented muscle that fucked her as Kasia rode her cowboy’s grinning expression.  His touch glided up her legs, tickling up her ribs, offering additional support alongside the attentive caress of the one who adored her. “I’m always starving for you, Kas.”  Truer words were never spoken. “Time apart from you always makes it worse.  Or better, knowing that it means we’ll end up like this.  Now, tell all these fine people who fucks you best, hrmm?  Who makes you cum hardest, babe?”

God, he could drown in that smile.  Gabriel’s harsh expression faltered for a moment, the upward avalanche of a smile that bordered on boyish changing his rough-edged, cold features into something warmer as he watched how the puppy was received.  In the moment all that mattered was the way her brown eyes lit up with legitimate happiness. “Do you like her?  She’s all yours.  Not borrowed … yours.  And that means you get to name her, Esin.  But while you’re at it,” he leaned down beside her and whispered softly into her ear, close enough for the breath to caress against her neck. “Look closer.”  And sure enough, dangling from the little fuzzball’s collar was a pink ribbon suspending a vivid pink diamond ring. “That’s for you, too, princess.  And believe me, it isn’t borrowed, either.”

He chuckled at her tease. She certainly understood her appeal and it felt nice to be desire, to be wanted, by someone. She felt very good against him. However, he also had the distinct impression that any lap would do and she wasn’t particularly picky about on whom she lavished her attentions. “Well that might offend an actual french person but I see no reason to object.” Tait murmured in reply, tracing a hand lightly along her arm and then over her shoulder. “Pretty kitty.” He murmured. 

“Yes, thank you,” Elizabeth replied and took them from him. “No… not sweet enough for me? But I had to do something,” she remarked with a wry smile. “Oh, there’s a bartender? See, I haven’t even noticed that… is there anything else here I’ve missed? The costumes and all have distracted me since I arrived,” she said and finally took a good look at the much older man. “Except I hadn’t noticed yours,” she chuckled. “I should’ve dressed up! What, do you all just have costumes laying about your cabins?” she wondered, since it had not occurred to her to bring one for such a vacation. 

Smith exhaled a happy growl and leaned into kiss the tantalizing lips that were provoking his throat with the softest puffs of air.  His own emphatic response was echoed in a more direct rocking of the blonde’s lithe hips against his lap, gauging her warmth through the inadequate loincloth he wore. “I can be soft when needed … and hard when begged properly.  But what all does the kitty life entail, huh?  Other than this adorable tail,” The pad of a thumb lazily drew a circuit around where the plug entered her and gave the bauble a faint flick knowing that could only serve to stimulate her further. “I still want that, and the way you’re dressed tonight I can already imagine how your tight little cunt would look stretched around my cock.  Have you come to play, Kitty?”

Odette laughed and rolled her eyes at him, since they kept picking at each other. “What looks? I can’t help it if you’re annoying,” she teased. “But, yes, have to be sexy or I will lose all my self-confidence. Do you really want to be responsible for that?” She was still joking, of course. Though, she did want to be seen as attractive. “True… we’ve both come a long way since then,” she agreed, nodding, her expression turning thoughtful. “Never. You’re only responsible for the bad ones,” she teased, knowing where he was going with that one. “That seems fair. I’ll send an e-mail to my agent later and let them handle the details. Not that it would be any time soon… maybe after I finish my next book…” When would that be? Well, she had no idea. 

“That hadn’t occurred to me, but I will keep that in mind,” Odette remarked and caught sight of Ethan again… he would probably be the first target for that sort of reason. She chuckled and offered an amused smile. “Ah, well, he’s certainly not the only one with similar… tastes,” she mused and gestured to some of the others nearby. She was a little perplexed at that answer, but knew enough not to push the issue. “As long as you’re happy, then,” she mused, though was now wondering if that was the case. She hoped so… she’d far rather remain single than be married to someone who would only make her miserable. “This is a lovely cabin you have here. I’m always curious to see how others have had theirs decorated.” 

Charlotte laughed and couldn’t help her sheepish grin, since yes, she was a curious one… about so many things. “We will be best friends before you know it,” she declared and grinned at her. “Turkish! Wow, never would’ve guessed,” she noted with a laugh. “I agree… morning breeze is better! Especially the ones around here. I love them, can’t get enough,” she said while loading up another bite of pasta. “I meant the resort! And same. It feels like longer, though. I’ve never had a place feel so much like home so quickly,” she admitted, though laughed again. “Maybe that’s Roman’s fault. I don’t know, but I love it here.” She paused. “Ohhh, a fiance! Wow, so fancy,” she teased, shooting her a wink. 

“Ohhh, well, you were lucky, then,” Peter remarked, since there was something about the grandma types… never could have enough of them, especially while growing up. “God, I started driving as soon as I could. Could not wait for that taste of freedom,” he said with a laugh. It was true, too. He did enjoy driving, but wouldn’t miss that while hanging out here. “Kitchen, eh? I’m useless in there. But if you need a drink from the fridge, I got you,” he joked and grinned at her again. “If he gives you any grief about it, feel free to blame me.” He could handle it. “Easy to pronounce? New one, but I bet people butcher your name all the time?” 

Tait nodded at her description, knowing Elizabeth would never describe him that way, not even before. It was sweet. “Oh … that’s a little disappointing. Were you hoping for something more romantic or are you more pragmatic too?”  He flashed a slight smile, so she didn’t think there was anything malicious in the question. He couldn’t imagine asking his lover in such a pragmatic way. After all, he might not be all intensely romantic, he wanted his Elizabeth to know it meant something, or everything as the case may be. 

“What? This is your party?” Tait had enough social grace to look genuinely embarrassed. “I’m … I didn’t realize. I’m sorry. I was just … I … Well ummm… congratulations?” It was a little weak. Elizabeth was right. He needed to get out in the world more. 

“I guess you could say I’m a hopeless romantic at my heart. Yet, when I’m with him, it doesn’t matter as much, all that matters is that we’re both happy, and let’s be real... He can make it up to me during the wedding. Make it a sweet, romantic little event, with just our families and closest friends, at the beach in Turkey.” Even if it wasn’t her dream with Gabriel, she did want to have a sweet romantic wedding at some point. With the love of her life, of course. Not some guy paying for her education just so he didn’t seem like a single ass. 

Nodding her head, she couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Yeah, though I like to say it’s Gabriel’s party. I just insisted on costume party, so I had an excuse to be a mermaid.” She messed about, grinning as she did. “Thank you, though there’s nothing to apologize for. It’s a lot of people around here, we can’t always know who everyone is.”

Silas rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and blinked himself awake completely, for once looking much younger than his 47 years. He chuckled wryly at her teasing, although that didn’t stop the light flush to his cheeks. For a second he hesitated to put his arm around her, years of schooling himself never to touch her, made it a slight mental hurdle. Still he slipped his arm around her narrow shoulders, “More like you keeping me awake into the wee hours, young lady.” he murmured softly, intending only her to hear his words. It was true that having someone in his bed every night was truly an anomaly. It was a strange feeling because he did enjoy it but didn’t want to let himself enjoy it too much, as he was rather convinced that once she gotten bored of dealing with a man nearly twice her age, she would move on to some pretty young Dominant who could keep up with the vivacious beauty.

Charlotte knew there was no way she would be disappointed. She could remember the first time she’d seen it… and how she didn’t know what anything was… and then all the time after that spent learning about so many things very intimately. She laughed gleefully at Kitty’s reaction and had to add in a sing song voice, “I told yooooooou. Now, see anything you like? And want to try?” she asked, walking a long a shelf, looking at things as she did. Hmm, hmm, hmm, she never knew where to begin when she came in here, so she tended to have Roman give her options. She could stay in here entirely too long and not pick anything. She did go to the tails and dug around. “Ah ha! There is a black one. Should’ve known.”