Chapter 27: Practice Makes Perfect
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"Can we skate now?" Jordan asked breathlessly, energized after their bout of wild lovemaking in the snow, smiling wickedly at Aleksei's sudden disbelieving frown.
"Do you really expect me to be able to use my legs after what you just put me through?" he growled, shifting slightly to escape the snow that crept beneath his down-filled coat and against his bare bottom.
"You at least got to keep your pants on. I was the one with my bare ass hanging out for all the world to see."
"But it's such a nice ass," Aleksei offered, smiling in appreciation as he watched her wriggle her legs back into her snow pants.
"Be that as it may, I still would have been the one thoroughly embarrassed if someone had happened upon us."
"Then be glad that the only voyeurs were of the four legged variety and they don't tell tales."
Jordan glanced around their secluded glade and smiled at the beauty surrounding her. "In this magical place, I wouldn't be surprised to hear the animals can speak."
Aleksei nodded in agreement, "You're probably right. Let's hope they don't have cell phones and call Whittaker and tell him what a naughty girl you're being."
"It's only because you have such a bad influence on me - just ask Whittaker!" She shot back.
"Whittaker's prejudice. He thinks you're an angel."
"He's right," Jordan agreed, smiling broadly.
"He hasn't seen you like I have. He doesn't know about your dark side!" Aleksei stated, his voice deeply menacing and dramatic, his look one of lechery.
Jordan laughed wickedly, offering him a look of coyness and stated brazenly, "You mean the side that has me out here, bare assed and making wild love with you in the snow."
"That's the one," Aleksei agreed, pulling her back across his chest and kissing her lightly. "And if it's all the same to you, I'd rather no one else knew about this proclivity of yours."
Jordan sighed dramatically, her breasts pushing temptingly against the firmness of his chest. "If I must, then I suppose I can manage to keep this small secret about myself. But it won't be easy. You might have to help me keep it by occasionally indulging me in a snowy romp," She begged prettily, her thumb seductively stroking his lower lip, only to be replaced by her lips when she gently nibbled his sensuous lips then covered his mouth.
"If I have to shave snow from ice cubes I'll take care of it," He mumbled before he deepened the kiss. Carefully he rolled over with her until she lay pressed in the soft snow, his body shielding her from the cold breeze.
"Now who's ass is hanging out?" she asked breathlessly when their lips parted, small puffs of fog dissolving into the cold air as they breathed erratically.
Aleksei glanced about him; amazed he had once again lost himself in the moment and the magic that was Jordan. "I honestly don't know how everyone can believe I'm a bad influence on you. If I remember correctly, we came out here to skate - at your insistence I might add - and here I am, literally freezing my ass off in the breeze. If you ask me, your poor influence over me should be uppermost in Whittaker's mind."
Jordan smiled softly, gently pushing her hips against Aleksei's as she listened to his half-hearted complaining, her eyes shining wickedly when she heard Aleksei's breath hitch and felt his answering nudge against her hips. "Whittaker believes I'm an angel in disguise - complete with halo and shimmering wings - just ask him."
"Yeah, well, he's been wrong before. Not often, mind you, but on occasion," Aleksei managed to growl, his voice husky, his body responding heatedly, as he valiantly attempted to fight the sensuous spell Jordan wove so effortlessly around him. With a low groan, he rolled to his side, pulling Jordan with him, where they lay facing each other, his arm a pillow for her head.
"You don't believe I'm an angel, Aleksei?" Jordan questioned innocently, yet seductively, her eyes darkening as she placed playful kisses to the corners of Aleksei's mouth, teasing him with soft kisses and gentle bites, then running her tongue torturously around his lips, only to pull away when he sought to deepen the kiss.
"I believe you're a tease that plays at being an angel," Aleksei murmured deeply, appreciatively, his obsidian eyes full of passion and promises of wicked retribution if she continued to play this game of torment, his body hardening and swelling to a point near pain.
"How can you even suggest such a thing?" Jordan asked in disbelief, her lips twitching as she sought to control the smile which threatened to spoil her indignant question. Her deep green eyes glowed brightly as further ideas of sensual torment swirled through her mind, making her light-headed as visions of them together in the snow ran wildly through her mind's eye.
Aleksei watched Jordan's eyes, truly windows to her soul, and her mischievous mind, and wondered what new tortures she had in store for him. Despite his body screaming anew for release, he worried about hurting her, knew that moments lost in passion could result in discomfort lasting for hours.
They only had a few days to themselves and he didn't want her to spend them in pain, even if making love had been her idea. They had their whole lives ahead of them; there was no reason to rush. Still, she was barely irresistible laying next to him, her face flushed, her eyes bright with passion, her lips swollen and pouty, begging to be kissed.
"If you could see what I see right now, the look in your eyes, you would know that angels would never be allowed to look as you do and be considered saintly," Aleksei answered quietly. His voice was husky, and sent currents of electricity through her as he nudged her gently onto her back and covered her with his muscular form.
Holding his weight on his elbows, his hands slid into her coppery curls, holding her head easily as his dark eyes melted into her ever-deepening green gaze. "Still, there is a heaven to be found in angels like you, Jordan. And I will forever thank whatever God there is for sending you to me," Aleksei stated huskily, his breath whispering across her lips just before his mouth devoured hers, his tongue mating with her own, as his hips pressed in wanton invitation, despite his best intentions.
Jordan squirmed beneath him, her body taking control from her mind and pushing her ever toward the promises of abandonment and fulfillment that Aleksei offered with his loving heart and powerful body. Somehow her snow pants disappeared and Aleksei replaced them with his surging strength, filling her and sending her screaming over the edge of fulfillment immediately, waves of rapture lifting her ever higher only to momentarily slow her climb and then surge her speedily toward new heights.
Aleksei clenched his teeth and sought control as she shattered around him, her muscles clenching him hotly, devouring him, threatening to pull him from the paradise he had found. The paradise he could see, and smell and fell pulsing around him; a place he never wanted to leave. Slowly he traced her beloved face; his jaws clenched tightly as he struggled to remain embedded within the paradise that was Jordan.
Tremors still vibrated through her, aftershocks, and she struggled to open her eyes. Aleksei's shining black eyes gazed intently into her own of dark forest green, glazed in passion and astonishment, searching for answers to unknown questions. Somewhere, Jordan found the strength to lift her hands and sift them through the dark, curling hair only inches above her face, holding tightly. Their eyes met and held as she pulled his mouth forward to meet hers. Their kiss was sweet, tender, promising the world and giving more.
Aleksei's body surged deeper, Jordan's answered and accepted, as he gave up his struggle to control the emotions racing through him and exploded into her body, his eyes still holding hers as he gave himself into her loving care. Jordan watched him careen over the edge into oblivion, followed him as he touched her deeper than ever before and held on blindly, ferociously, as their souls melted together to become one.
Text Copyright © 2000 by Constance E. Moynihan
