Page 154 of Crystal Iris
“I was close to buying us tickets to the Bahamas, but I didn’t think I could wait for the flight.”
He looks me in the eyes.
We both understand what this night means.
“Wicked slow?” I ask, and he nods.
The bar wall has everything one could want. Rows of bottles lined up in front of me. I pick a favorite.
I take a sip from my glass, letting the caramel burn as it goes down. Just how I like it. And then I hear jazz—my kind of jazz, smooth like bourbon. Hoyt must have found a way to connect hisphone. I look around and find him staring at me from the other side of the room. He makes his way toward me and is about to pour himself a glass when I shake my head no.
He lifts a brow.
I take the bottle outside. I know he’s right behind me.
I walk to the outdoor chairs and motion for him to sit.
“Give me your phone,” I say.
He pulls it from his pocket and hands it to me.
I change the music. My plans call for something different.
I take another sip straight from the bottle and increase the volume of the speakers. The beat hits my body, flows through me, straight to my head.
I glance at Hoyt one more time, then turn away to face the moon.
I let my body move however it wants. No control, no hesitation. Tonight,I am free.
My prism pulses, my blood runs hot. I dance and dance. I look at Hoyt; his eyes are glued to every move of my hips, my hands.
I take off my boots slowly, bending low, letting him take in the view. I keep dancing barefoot. I’m high on the music, the alcohol, and the lust. My hands move over my body, through my hair, and it unsettles him. I watch as he adjusts his pants, making room for himself.
I continue to sway and tease him. I take off my shirt and throw it at him. He laughs. I don’t. I’m enjoying the role-playing. I change the song to something sexier. It calls for less dancing and more stripping, so I obey. I pull off my pants while staring at him, and his eyes grow hungrier.
I dance in my underwear for a while, until I can’t wait any longer. I walk closer to him, keeping eye contact, and unhook my bra. I quickly turn around, and pull down my panties while facing away. He lets out a grunt.
I dance completely naked, fully aware how I look in his eyes. He stands up and says, “I want to touch you.”
I walk away, taking the bottle with me… into the pool.
Hoyt starts to take his shirt off, but I stop him. I tell him it’s my turn to undress him. He kicks off his shoes and dives in fully clothed.
I stand on the shallow edge, the water only covering my bottom half. He swims closer until he’s only an inch away, watching me. I take a step forward.
“You are beautiful,” he whispers in my ear.
I begin to undo his shirt, button by button, my fingers brushing his chest slowly.
I let myself feel his bare torso, the promise in each muscle that he could take me however he wants. Then I move to his pants. I take my time unzipping carefully.
I leave him only with his tight trunks, but not for long, I pull them down from behind, feeling his ass on the way.
He looks like a god under the night sky, his indigo light shining in agreement.
I take a sip of the whiskey and kiss him. He moans to my taste, and I know he wants more.A real sip. His hands pull my hair gently as his mouth kisses mine, like we have all the time in the world. I suck his tongue slowly and find myself mad for his touch.
I pick up the bottle again, this time I pour it on my breasts. He licks every drop, his tongue swirling on my hard nipples, biting, sucking. He drags his tongue up, slowly, to the middle of my throat, up to my neck. He bites my ears and whispers, “I want to taste you.”
