catching Ginny unawares so that she tu mbled from Jen's back in a whirl of sea- w et skirts to la n d
with an undignified thump on the sand.
Alex was off his horse in the instant. "Are you
hurt?" Anxiety rang in his voice, showed dark in his eyes.
"Only my dignity." Ginny laughed and gave him her
hands to haul her upright. "Pride comes before a fall, as I recall."
"I think that tumble lost you the race," he said
softly, his hands cupping her face, turning it this way and that as if he were
examining a rare piece of china. Ginn y seemed to lose herself in his eyes, huge and glowing with that warm light as he
smiled down at her. She began to tremble like an aspen leaf in the wind.
" What
forfeit must I pay?" she heard herself whisper, although she knew the
answer well enough.
"No forfeit," he replied. "I will take only
what I know you give willingly. You are made for loving, Ginny." The kiss
was gentle at first as he ran the tip of his tongue over her lips, darted
between them to withdraw instantly at the moment her mouth opened in hunger to
receive him. Still holding her face, he tantalized her th us for an aching eternity as her body quivered with
that now-familiar yearning. But at last he yielded to her soft moaning pleas
and plundered her mouth with a rapacious tongue, and she met thrust for thrust,
reaching against his body, heedless of pride or of modesty as she pressed
herself to the hard warm throbbing against her thighs.
"I want you," Alex said, drawing back to look into
her eyes. "And I would have you, Ginny, here on the beach where the gulls
call and the waves fall. Here, my sea sprite."
"And I would have you," she replied. "Here on
the sand."
His fingers worked in the heavy coils of her hair, releasing
it from constraint to fall in a shining cascade down her back. "I will do
all I may to please you." Holding her with one hand, he twitched the cloak
from the mare's saddle while Jen stood patiently beside Bucephalus on the sand.
Ginny found herself swung upwar d as one arm caught her behind the knees, the other grasped her strongly
across her back. She reached her own arms to encircle his neck, drawing his
head down to renew the interrupted kiss, as cold and clear as before in the
certainty that this was as right as it was inevitable — r eckless th ough
it was.
Alex strode with her across the beach to the shelter of the
cliff. He set her gently on her feet before tossing her cloak onto the sand.
Controlling his impatience, he unlaced the strings of her
bodice, and Ginny stood still, trembling like a small wild animal facing the
fox.
"Do not be afraid, " he whispered, sliding the neck of her habit off her shoulders. " You know I will not hurt you."
"I am not afraid," she replied simply, "unless
it be of the power of my wanting."
A wash of tenderness flooded him, controlled him as he cupped
her breasts. "I also am afraid of that power, my love, " h e whispered. "Let me love you, sweet, and allow your body to feel and do what it must."
His words again caressed, gentled as his touch aroused. the
habit slipped to her ankles leaving her clad only in her cotton drawers and a
thin chemise, the low scalloped neck li ne
doing little to cover her breasts that he now drew from their hiding place,
bending his head to take the upstanding ni pples
in his mourn. Ginny arched backward, thrusting her breasts against his warm
hands and the flicking tongue that li l ted
the aching engorged nipples, teasing as it stroked.
"Let us rid you of these last obstructions " Alex said, his lip s moving upward to kiss the point where her neck met
her shoulders. The simple tie of the chemise parted at her back, and then she
stood, naked under the bright sky on the deserted beach.
Alex touched her as she stood before him, touched her in
wonder, turned her and ran his hands down her back, over h e r bottom, down her thighs. And when he had finished
this e xploration, he drew her down to the
velvet bed of her cloak. When she reached
with an undignified thump on the sand.
Alex was off his horse in the instant. "Are you
hurt?" Anxiety rang in his voice, showed dark in his eyes.
"Only my dignity." Ginny laughed and gave him her
hands to haul her upright. "Pride comes before a fall, as I recall."
"I think that tumble lost you the race," he said
softly, his hands cupping her face, turning it this way and that as if he were
examining a rare piece of china. Ginn y seemed to lose herself in his eyes, huge and glowing with that warm light as he
smiled down at her. She began to tremble like an aspen leaf in the wind.
" What
forfeit must I pay?" she heard herself whisper, although she knew the
answer well enough.
"No forfeit," he replied. "I will take only
what I know you give willingly. You are made for loving, Ginny." The kiss
was gentle at first as he ran the tip of his tongue over her lips, darted
between them to withdraw instantly at the moment her mouth opened in hunger to
receive him. Still holding her face, he tantalized her th us for an aching eternity as her body quivered with
that now-familiar yearning. But at last he yielded to her soft moaning pleas
and plundered her mouth with a rapacious tongue, and she met thrust for thrust,
reaching against his body, heedless of pride or of modesty as she pressed
herself to the hard warm throbbing against her thighs.
"I want you," Alex said, drawing back to look into
her eyes. "And I would have you, Ginny, here on the beach where the gulls
call and the waves fall. Here, my sea sprite."
"And I would have you," she replied. "Here on
the sand."
His fingers worked in the heavy coils of her hair, releasing
it from constraint to fall in a shining cascade down her back. "I will do
all I may to please you." Holding her with one hand, he twitched the cloak
from the mare's saddle while Jen stood patiently beside Bucephalus on the sand.
Ginny found herself swung upwar d as one arm caught her behind the knees, the other grasped her strongly
across her back. She reached her own arms to encircle his neck, drawing his
head down to renew the interrupted kiss, as cold and clear as before in the
certainty that this was as right as it was inevitable — r eckless th ough
it was.
Alex strode with her across the beach to the shelter of the
cliff. He set her gently on her feet before tossing her cloak onto the sand.
Controlling his impatience, he unlaced the strings of her
bodice, and Ginny stood still, trembling like a small wild animal facing the
fox.
"Do not be afraid, " he whispered, sliding the neck of her habit off her shoulders. " You know I will not hurt you."
"I am not afraid," she replied simply, "unless
it be of the power of my wanting."
A wash of tenderness flooded him, controlled him as he cupped
her breasts. "I also am afraid of that power, my love, " h e whispered. "Let me love you, sweet, and allow your body to feel and do what it must."
His words again caressed, gentled as his touch aroused. the
habit slipped to her ankles leaving her clad only in her cotton drawers and a
thin chemise, the low scalloped neck li ne
doing little to cover her breasts that he now drew from their hiding place,
bending his head to take the upstanding ni pples
in his mourn. Ginny arched backward, thrusting her breasts against his warm
hands and the flicking tongue that li l ted
the aching engorged nipples, teasing as it stroked.
"Let us rid you of these last obstructions " Alex said, his lip s moving upward to kiss the point where her neck met
her shoulders. The simple tie of the chemise parted at her back, and then she
stood, naked under the bright sky on the deserted beach.
Alex touched her as she stood before him, touched her in
wonder, turned her and ran his hands down her back, over h e r bottom, down her thighs. And when he had finished
this e xploration, he drew her down to the
velvet bed of her cloak. When she reached
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