A late night visit to the beach(Open) - Bathtub Beach

Those eyes. Ra'idah was a sensual treat to every sense, powerful and graceful the way no one had a right to me. She sat against him, legs around him, cupping his face. He knew how easily she could have taken him, something much of him wanted her to do.. and yet it was those crystalline orbs of hers that had his entire attention. Was she comforting him? Telling him something with that look? Or searching for something? He knew his own eyes would be reading someone with a look like that, reading their mind, heart and soul. But this woman's eyes...

As she spoke, he softly gripped her hips, sliding his hand across them and across her derriere, a intimate and slightly possessive embrace. He returned to kiss softly.

"I will tell you. This will be a new thing for me, having someone to tell everything to, instead of hiding my confidences, feelings and thoughts. I will give it all to you, and maybe mi amante...maybe I can.."

He kissed her rather than finished the sentence, squeezing with a gentle firmness.

She smiled as his arms slid around her, leaning forward to lay her cheek against his shoulder. Gently, she scraped her teeth along his shoulder, slid her hips even more forward. She was pressing against him. It was an intimate pressing, not demanding at all. She did not seem as though she were trying to be sensual, she just couldn't fully help it.

"Tomorrow, sweet one, you will leave a list for Salif of the things that you need. Things that you will wish to have to continue your work. You have a workspace already, I know. But you will have one here, in case inspiration strikes at an odd time. Yes?"

"Yes. I will make the list. Tomorrow you can show me my room here, and maybe you would go with me to the bungalow? I will talk to my people, indicate what I need so it can be moved here. Tonight you can show me where we will sleep, which drawers are mine and the like."

He sighed at the touch of her cheek, her teeth. He kissed her neck deep up next to her jaw, then played with the soft skin using his teeth. he snaked a hand up her back and pressed her very firmly against him.

"And maybe you would share some of your preferences with me?"

She sighed, her eyes closing at the feel of his mouth. The feel of his teeth. Her arms slid around him, a quiet purr from the woman's throat as she ducked her head. Again, she trailed over his neck and shoulder with her tongue, then she smiled at his words.

"Of course I will go with you if you wish, sweet one. My preferences are few, sweet one. I prefer strength ... beauty ... loyalty ... and truth. In everything that I do, in life and others. These are the things that I prize, sweet one. In all things."

"Strength, Beauty, Loyalty and Truth. I will remember those words."

The words were spoken very softly, hot breath on her ear, his lips touching it and then dipping down to nibble along her jaw.

"Anything else? Little things?"

He liked the control he had, to make her close her eyes, to make her purr. Her tongue sent an electrical thrill down his back. He wanted her and he enjoyed the slow play as his want built.

She made a soft noise when his lips found her jaw. Instinctively, her head fell back, giving him more access. She let herself lean back, let the water hold her up as she smiled faintly.

"All little things fall into those four, sweet one. As time goes, the little things will show. But all little things fall into the main. I can forgive anything, large or small, as long as those four are always respected."

Her head fell back and he took what was given. His mouth continued playing with the underside of her jaw, nibbling and kissing, his teeth teasing the skin.

His hand went up into her hair, through the wet locks and grasping gently near the back of her skull. He gave just enough pressure so she could feel it. The other hand was wrapped around her waist and hip.

His own hips started to slowly move, pressing into her, letting her feel his readiness, letting her feel that even in this hot water, his heat was noticeable.

"Then I shall respect those in all things."

Something moved in her eyes when he gripped her hair. Something old and predatory, and very, very hungry. She could feel him beneath her, and with a quick shift of her hips, he truly was pressing into her. Her lips curled into a small smile, even as her fingers reached for his shoulders, then raked over his arms ... enough to leave a mark.

"I know you will, sweet one. For I would accept no less."

She leaned forward, kissing him again. It was rough, but just enough to let him know her hunger.

He saw something hungry flash in her eyes and smiled. His eyes half closed for two heart beats as he felt himself sink into Ra'idah. Then the nails and his back arched into her, his shoulders moving into those sharp nails, delighting in their bite.

He enjoyed the fierceness of her kiss, returning it, returning the hunger. He suddenly pulled back on her hair enough for him to capture her lip, nipping it sharply but not enough to pierce the skin.

He gripped one of her hips with hungry fingers, pulling her hips down and into him as he starts to move into her, slow and forcefully. The water in the tub sloshes as they move, waves across their skin.

She obliged him, her fingers digging deeply into the flesh of his shoulders. Letting him feel the bite of her nails, truly. She wasn't using her full strength - that would have hurt him, she knew - but enough so that he could tell that she was there, that it was her.

She growled, hungry and animalistic, as his teeth bit into her lip. She returned the measure in kind. One hand gripped his hair, pulling his head back and away from her. Unlike him, she gave just enough pressure to cause a slight pain. Surprise, and a sharp pull.

She leaned forward again, her hips moving to the urging of his fingers. She didn't seem to mind that the water lapped at her skin, or that some even fell over the sides of the tub when she moved. As her hips moved, as she pulled his head back, he could feel her growl against his throat again.

"Mine," she hissed, her teeth sinking into his throat again. This time, it was a bit more painful, though she wasn't truly hurting him. Enough, she judged, to let him know that what she said was true. He was hers.

"Mine," she hissed again, bringing her mouth to gently nip at his ear, her tongue making a lazy trail as she caressed it gently. Just along the outer edges, before she spoke into his ear again. "And the things, I will show you, sweet one ... oh, yes ... mine."

He shudders as he feels more from the nails, actual pain and a message, one he somehow enjoyed. Her aggression was an aphrodisiac. His head went back and he felt the pain

It was here that he knew he had pushed too hard. Taken something soft and passionate and changed it. There was still pleasure. So much pleasure and he wanted this, wanted her. Their first coupling had been more deal as anything. This one..She growled as she throated him and let him know exactly where he stood.

"Mine."

This time it was nothing about agreement or giving in or even equality. She marked his throat, sinking teeth into his flesh. Just enough to bring home the lesson.

"Yours" He growled through the savaged throat. God, he was so turned on.

She felt more than a little the cat playing with the mouse she had caught. He shivered as she played with his ear. He wanted more. And that is what she promised.

The hand at the back of her hair released her and stroked that soft hair. The hand at her back held her just as tight, her cold skin against his now hold body. This was going to be a long and spectacular night.

She was moving above him, and there was little doubt that she was doing little more than claiming him. But she was clearly enjoying herself as well, the way she gripped him. They way her head fell back when she moaned. The way her hips pressed into his.

Her eyes, blue and wide, held him in her stare. She had the look of a predator, and somehow, on her, it was much more sensual than frightening. Perhaps a little frightening. A little more frightening than she thought.

She drew her nails across his shoulders again, then she was panting in his ear again. She moaned, very softly, then trapped his ear with her teeth again. Gentle, as she took him. She hissed into his ear again, and it was soft and low. She was claiming him, but her words belied the actions, to a degree.

"You like this?" she asked, reaching for his free hand to bring it to her breast. "You wish me ... to stop?" she moaned again, then she kissed him again before he could answer. The kiss was gentle, an exploration of his mouth before she pulled away with a gentle nip of his lip to let him answer.

He grinned as her head fell back and she moaned. He could feel her pleasure as his hips continue to match hers, pressing hard against each other. This may be her claiming him but the fact that she enjoyed it as she did, the fact that she continued after the lesson was made, proved he had claim as well. She wanted him.

Those eyes. Piercing, electric, demanding and predatory. He would stare into the blue eyes and loose himself, much as he was loosing himself in her body now. The only thing holding him here, the only thing keeping him grounded was the want for more and the nibble of fear at the back of his neck. No one else had made him feel quite as much the prey as she had.

The sound of her panting in his ear made him groan into hers. The nails again. He was fairly certain he would have to feed tomorrow evening. Some of the them might never heal completely. And that was thrilling to him. Her teeth on his ear, but softer this time. More gentle this time. The sounds in his ear. The soft seductive sound of her voice. She wanted him. She had found him and she wanted him. She was his too. Not as much, and he had less power, but she was his.

His hand was moved to her breast and he instantly latched on to that perfect mound. That question. He had said the same thing only two days earlier. She kissed gently, playing with him, tasting him and biting his lip. He melted and stiffened at the same time, relaxing and becoming more impassioned. His eyes closed for a moment as the joy of it hit him.

"Yes, I like this. Please continue. Do not stop. I would have you never stop."

And as he said it he kissed her again, soft, tender, his tongue running across the inside of her teeth, then moving to kiss incredibly gently over her eyes, first right and then left.

She reached up, back behind him. Her fingers gripped the edges of the porcelain as her hips quickened, as her pace picked up. She moaned, and it sounded more the growl coming from her throat. He was right; she was his.

She would have let her eyes close. But she didn't dare. She wanted him to see her, wanted to see his reaction. Some, she knew, would have melted under that stare. Either from fear or from the seduction that they promised, the reasoning mattered little. They would have melted. But not him. Not her sweet Rose.

She rested her forehead against his as he kissed her face. So incredibly gentle there, while his fingers, and his hips, told another story entirely. Her point had been made, and somehow, even if just by pure choice of the matter, she knew the lesson had been taken.

And still, she did not relent. She could have, she knew. It was not weakness to surrender once the battle had been won. But it was not her way, and it had not ever been her way to relent. Her hips picked up their pace even more. Strong; demanding.

Even as she panted and moaned, even as she showed him her pleasure, she was driving him. Driving him, because she would not relent. Not yet. Not until she had his release.

Ra'idah continued hard against him. She was braced, gripping the edge of the tub, moving ever faster and harder. Her eyes locked on his still, neither looking away as their watching connected them as much as the piece of flesh below.

Her forehead rested against his but he did not think of another. He was here and now. He was totally caught up in the power and need of Ra'idah. She drove him hard, rode him hard and he matched her as he could, following her lead, the two of them driving toward the edge of passion. His acceptance seemed to make her move with even more power, pushing him to his limit.

The sounds she made, moving against him her cold flesh only slightly warmed by the water now half splashed from the tub, the way her perfect legs clutched so hard at him and her hips ground at him. It all made him move against her with purpose. He did not want to release till she did first but he could already feel the need filling him.

His nails scratched as her shoulder lightly. No scars on that perfect body of hers. The hand on her breast clutched and massaged, pinched and tugged playing with her as much from need as a wish for her to feel pleasure.

And still, she refused to relent. She would have him, whether he willed it or no. She growled as she felt his fingers on her flesh, growled louder as she felt his nails scratching at her shoulder. She spoke, her voice pitched low on a growl.

"Harder," she hissed, turning her head to speak quietly into his ear. "You will not claim me if you are afraid you will hurt me," she said, moments before she sank her teeth into his shoulder.

It was a hard bite, but not one meant to cause him too much pain. Enough to show him what she meant, enough to demonstrate for him exactly how she meant that he was hers. Not once did her pace slow, not once did she give him a break.

She let her head fall back, tossing her head to get hair out of her eyes. She was staring at him again. The silent challenge. Yes, she had the look of the predator in her eyes, but the challenge without words was clearly written on her features.

Could he, would he?

Show me your strength, little one. Show me.

Claim her. So it was not enough that she needed and wanted him. While she would not let him flip her and take her place, but he would have to be as strong as her. He had to not just follow but fight for her.

He arched as her teeth sank into his shoulder again, but it was not a loss of himself up to that pleasure. He used the arch to gain a better angle, a better hold. His hand on her shoulder gripped harder, the nails actually biting into her flesh. No blood, but there would be some small sharp beautiful pain.

The other hand pinch a nipple sharply and then moved to find purchase on her other shoulder. Then He began.

There was a fire in his eyes, warming his soft brown eyes, shifting them from the color of whiskey to a brown mere shades from gold. His hips no longer just followed her lead but rose fast and sharp. When he filled her and flesh smacked hard against flesh, he did it again. The force was more brutal than he used before, but was not enough to cause pain. He was using all his strength, as it was. He continued, his eyes locked on her and his mouth taking on a look of concentration and intensity, yet somehow colored with the hint of a smile, a roguishness that beats in the Hispanic heart.

He continued to drove into her, not being so much driven by her but driving himself. He would see her release. He bring this joy to her and he would make her his, even as he would be hers. Sounds came from his throat, a hum of need and power. He used what strength he had and what tricks could think of. He was Toreador and this was HIS realm.

The growl ... the growl that came when he raked her shoulders, when he finally did show her his strength. It was not predatory. It was not animalistic. It wasn't even pleasure.

It was pride.

She had chosen well, and she went still when his true claiming began. Her head had fallen back with her growl now came forward. Her hands left the tub behind him. She cupped his face with her hands, but she did nothing more than look into his eyes.

Her challenge had been met. He had claimed her as his. She watched his eyes change, felt the power that coursed through the Toreador. The power that he may have not even realized was hidden there. The power that went far beyond what his strength could do. She delighted in it, reveled in it.

And because her challenge had been met, because he was driving her so forcefully. Because he was now, truly, claiming her as his own. Because he now knew that she was his, she gripped him tightly. She met his eyes. She began to tremble. And her moan was loud and long as she held his eyes.

She let him have her release.

She growled. He had no idea what it meant, but it was different from earlier. Happier, more..triumphant. She held his face and stared into his eyes and he watched her, matching her stare. His woman's stare.

Somehow her manner changed. the way she held herself, the way she looked at him, it all said something has been done. But he continued, pouring what he had into her, moving with insistence and strength.

Her grip on him changed, became tighter, stronger. And as he watched those eyes this woman trembled at his touch, trembled at his need. She moaned and that hint of a smile bloomed. There was still need and concentration and intensity there but there was also a sign of joy.

His movements somehow became faster and more insistent. His rhythm changed, his thrusts lengthened even as they grew in intensity. He had one thing on his mind as he stared into her eyes and moved into her body. He would feel her, he would give her this..and in this one moment, he would own her pleasure.

She trembled, let him see her eyes as she began to moan in truth. She let the waves of her release wash over her, over them both. He could feel her strength in the way she gripped him, in the way her legs tightened around him.

She brought her mouth to his as she let her climax come, moaned sharply into his mouth as she kissed him. Her wet hair was clinging to her face, just as she was clinging to him.

For once, she let him have her fully.

The growl in her throat was one of pure pleasure as the release gripped her, gripped them both.

"Say it," she urged, her voice urgent in his ear. "Say it, sweet one ... "

As she was gripped with pleasure, she gripped him. The cold delicious grip nearly cost him, but he continued. She shuddered on top of him, those moans of her so enchanting...

She kissed him and moaned into his mouth and his eyes somehow did not falter. She was so beautiful, never more so than now as pleasure took her. But she was no longer a goddess. She was his beauty, his mistress, his lover. A goddess could not be owned, and whatever else, Ra'idah was his.

Her wave of pleasure was about to set off his own and he was extremely close to joining her. But he held it off just a moment long, just a second...

"MINE. You Ra'idah are mine!"

And he kissed her, holding her and about to let his passion go.

Finally, she did fully relent. She continued to shudder, to moan into his mouth. But now her grip had changed.

She relaxed above him, her hands cupping his face turned gentle. For the first time, his mouth met hers and she did not take. She did not show hunger. She gave him her passion, she gave him her need. But more, she gave him herself. She gave herself to him fully, her mouth open and sweet and fully submissive to his attentions.

Her moan against him turned almost to a whimper; the whine of a wolf that had finally been beaten, if only for a moment. Her arms left his face to slide around his back, and she gave her full, true self over to him.

She would let him take his pleasure from her.

He had claimed her.

Esteban felt the change in her, felt the acceptance and just the smallest submission in her and was awed. She WAS his. This gentle side of her, this soft side of her was a wonder. He accepted this prize, this gift and delighted in the softness of this woman. His groan answered her moan, a sound of pleasure, of need. Earlier she had taken him. Now he took her.

Her kiss was precious, soft and warm. He wanted to soften with her but could not. He took her passion, almost demanded it.. almost. He still knew who was the dominant partner and would not challenge her. But she was his and he took what was his from her. His kiss had fire and need as it took control from her.

That whimper, that whine, they were as if a signal. His movements went from brutal power to commanding power. There was still signs that he knew...no throating, no claims that he was superior. But for now, he was in control. She was his. And this was his moment. He used what he knew of pleasure. There was still power and ferocity in his actions, but it was turned to bring her to the edge and push her over.

He rolled his hips hard against her, seeking the something from her. His hands on her shoulder now pulled her into him and seem to hold her protectively as well as commandingly. He arched his back slightly but never moved his head as it stayed latched onto her face, onto her eyes, onto her. He pace had more purpose now. And it pushed her.

And now, she had become soft. She was all woman, all female, and let him take her. Let him command her. Both in action and reaction, she let him pull from her what he wanted. She had told him to show her, and he was.

Somehow, among her moans and that whimper, she had started to smile. She smiled as she cupped his face gently, let him drive her over the edges of her passion. She delighted in it, letting go and letting him take her, let him claim her as his.

Even her eyes somehow softened. She no longer looked the predator. She by no means looked the prey, but moved and let him take her. Slowly, her eyes closed. Gently, she shuddered on top of him.

She leaned against him, her arms around him serving to pull him close in a sweet embrace. He held her protectively; she clung to him as though she needed the protection. Little by little, she fully softened, and let him have her.

She kissed him tenderly, and she was urging him. Encouraging him with soft sounds and soft movements. Her hands were gentle, and she held him dear.

"Let go," she whispered, into his ear. And still, she smiled. "Let go, sweet one."

So soft, so feminine, so his. Right now she was his lover. And he delighted in her body, in her movements, in her grace. In her. She shuttered and it drove his so close.

She leaned, no pressed into him. Soft and giving. And he delighted as the chill so completely given flooded his senses. Her cool skin was there as he wanted it and he took every bit of it.

The kiss..the hands..the movements.

And then that voice, so enchanting and now soft and gentle, feminine.

He let go. His hunger did what it wished and he moved her as his body wish and suddenly a wave hit him. A wave of pleasure.. small at first, but growing. He sped up, pressed as hard as he could and then...He stopped as his entire body let go of the tensions and need and delighted in this shining moment of being one with her.