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THE BEACH SCENE by Cyndi
Tefft
He scooped me up in his arms like he was going to carry
me across the threshold and walked slowly toward the beach, his eyes full of
emotion and passion. I clung to him with my arms around his neck as the water
fell away and he lay me down gently on the sand. He stood before me, dripping
wet and erect, and my whole body shivered with desire. I reached my arms up to
him, wanting to hold him against me and he knelt between my legs, shaking his
head.
“No, not yet, love. I want to look at you. Gracious, you are so
beautiful.” He stroked my cheek with his hand and I turned my face into his
palm, my body moving against the sand. “Mmmm, your breasts are so bonnie. I
cannot keep my eyes off them.”
He slid his hand down my neck and cupped
one breast, his thumb circling the nipple, pink and erect. He leaned forward and
took it in his mouth and I arched my back to meet him, my legs squirming against
his thighs. He suckled my nipple then drew his tongue across my chest to the
other. I moaned at his touch, grabbing fistfuls of sand and letting them go,
again and again. He made a deep sound of pleasure and sat back up again, his
hand resuming its inventory of my body.
“Your stomach is so soft and
feminine, with a perfect tiny navel. Your hips…” he grabbed them with both hands
and my body twitched reflexively, nearing desperation. “Ah, your hips make me
insane with desire. I want so badly to grab hold of them and take ye like a wild
stallion.” My head was rolling from side to side in the sand and my whole body
was writhing at his words, pleading moans coming from my lips. He smiled at my
reaction and continued on, taking his time.
“And this…” his hand moved
slowly over my pubic hair and one finger slid inside me, “…this is all I can
think about day and night, wanting to feel the hot wetness inside ye.” I gasped
and my eyes rolled back in my head, my body twitching and jerking in response. A
tortured groan came from my throat.
“Aiden… please,” I begged.
One corner of his mouth curled up in satisfaction and he lowered his
body on top of mine. I grabbed onto him like a lifeline and ravaged his mouth
with mine, my sandy hands raking up and down his back wildly. “I can’t wait one
minute more to have ye, my love” he whispered huskily in my ear, and then thrust
his hips hard against me, pressing himself up inside me.
“Oh, heavenly
God” he breathed and I gasped out loud with the force of his entry.
I
rocked my hips up to meet him, moving back and forth with him as the waves
licked our feet and caressed our legs. Heat scoured my skin as I burned with
passion for him, his lips on my neck, his breath in my ear. I kneaded the
muscles in his shoulders and back, my mind blurring with desire as our bodies
thrust together in rhythm with the waves.
I could hear the light strains
of music drifting down from the cabin and the wind rustling through the trees as
we made love on the sand. A red flush blossomed on the top of my breasts as an
intense tingling sensation built up in my stomach and legs. I pressed him hard
to me, bucking my hips against him, and he moaned with pleasure. I gripped his
lower back, digging my fingernails in to stop his movement and I let out short,
successive gasps as an electric spasm rippled up and down my body.
He
held me close, his eyes full of fire as he watched me and when I relaxed in his
arms, he thrust one more time and flung his head back, his eyes pressed tight as
his body jerked and convulsed against me. His face showed something between
pleasure and pain, and I completely understood in a way I’d never known before,
sore and satisfied myself. When he finished, he crumpled on top of me, his head
against my chest, breathing hard, and I ran my sandy fingers through his hair.
“Oh my love, ma chérie, mo chridhe.” The words were tumbling
out of him as we lay there panting, our bodies twitching with aftershocks. I was
completely spent, physically and emotionally, lying there in the sand with Aiden
in my arms, and yet I had never felt more alive and in love than at that moment.
I kissed his forehead and his breathing slowed to a deep, satisfied rhythm, and
he rolled onto his side next to me.
“You are amazing, my bride. I cannot
even describe what your body does to me.” He propped himself up on one elbow and
smiled down at me with half-closed eyes. He ran a sandy finger down the length
of my body from my neck to my knees and I returned his dreamy smile.
“Oh, I think I know.”
He grinned at that, chuckling softly and
lay back on the sand. I nuzzled up under his arm with my head on his chest and
curled my leg around him, and we lay there talking and touching in the sand
until the stars came out.
*******
THE SHOWER
SCENE by Cyndi Tefft
From the final YA version of
Between:
He raised his eyebrows at me but said nothing, one arm
coming around my waist to steady me in case I needed it. I brushed it away
haughtily and threw one leg over his lap, grabbing his linen shirt in my fist. I
pulled him to me fiercely, my mouth insistent and demanding, and his arms closed
tight around me. I held onto his hair with my free hand and jerked his head to
the side as we kissed madly. He ran his hands up my bare legs to the hem of my
shorts, then over my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. A drunken lust
pulsed through me. Pulling away from his kiss, I gasped for air in the stifling
heat of the room.
“I need to cool off. I feel like I’m on fire,” I said.
My legs were a little shaky as I stood up and he reached out to help
me.
“Lindsey, we really—” he started to say but I cut him
off.
“Ooh, I have an idea. Let’s take a shower together!” I ran my
fingers down his chest and proceeded to tell him in explicit terms exactly what
I intended to do to him once we got there. He stiffened at hearing my suggestive
words, a war of excitement versus propriety taking place in his eyes. He grabbed
my wrist and pulled me over to the couch.
“That sounds delicious, don’t
get me wrong, but I think maybe you’d best sit down instead.” He lifted me onto
his lap and encircled me in his arms. His chest shook with silent amusement
beneath me.
What’s so funny?
And now the deleted
scene:
He raised his eyebrows at me but said nothing, one arm coming
around my waist to steady me in case I needed it. I brushed it away haughtily
and threw one leg over his lap, sitting down and grabbing his linen shirt in my
fist. I pulled him to me fiercely, my mouth insistent and demanding, and his
arms closed tight around me. I held onto his hair with my free hand and jerked
his head to the side as we kissed madly, ignited in passion. He growled deep in
his throat and ran his hands up my bare legs to the hem of my shorts, then over
my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh with immediate need. I could feel him
hard and ready through his kilt as I sat on his lap, my head throbbing with an
all-consuming drunken lust. I pulled away from his kiss, gasping for air in the
suddenly stifling heat of the room.
“I need to cool off. I feel like I’m
on fire.” I was a little shaky as I stood up and he reached out to help me. This
time, I didn’t brush his hand away, but held it in my own as I regained my
balance.
“Ooh, I have an idea.” I grinned at him wickedly as an
intriguing vision came to mind. I led him by the hand out of the living room and
through the kitchen into the cool evening air. I pulled him behind me into the
detached bathroom and reached into the open shower stall, turning on the
cold-water spigot. He glanced with interest at the showerhead but was quickly
distracted as I stripped off his shirt and undid his belt, my hand closing
around him firmly. He groaned and deftly unbuttoned my blouse the rest of the
way, slipping it over my shoulders. He cursed in frustration, though, as he
struggled to remove my bra. I giggled and reached behind me to undo the clasp
and peel it off. He yanked my shorts and panties down over my hips in one fluid
motion and pulled me to him, his tongue darting back and forth as he kissed me.
Stepping backward into the cold spray of water, I pulled him with me,
gasping as the icy stream ran over our steaming naked bodies. I grabbed a bar of
soap from the dish and lathered it over his chest and down his stomach. His
hands slipped over my soapy breasts, teasing the nipples into sudsy peaks. He
growled something in Gaelic and hiked me up against the wall. My legs wrapped
around his waist as he entered me in one hard stroke. The skin of my back and
buttocks squeaked against the tiled wall as we made frantic love in the shower.
Water pooled between our sweaty, slippery bodies and flowed over my breasts in
waves as he thrust against me. I raked my fingernails down his back and over his
shoulders in a wild, mindless passion, biting his ear and swearing loudly,
egging him on with lewd comments. He responded in guttural French, his pace
quickening as I gripped his shoulders to stay upright, my fingers pressing into
his hard muscles.
My head was full of whisky and fever and my body
quaked with the force of his penetration. He stopped suddenly, holding me tight
and jerking against me with a deep moan of pleasure. I slid to the ground in a
sopping mass as he released me, and he reached over, turning off the water. I
squeaked in surprise as he hoisted me up over his shoulder and carried me back
into the cabin, dripping wet.
“You’ve a mouth on you like a sailor, ye
sassy wench, and I’ve a mind to tan your arse with my belt to teach you a
lesson. But I think you’ll bide a different punishment instead.” My head wobbled
against his slick back.
Punishment? I asked in my mind and he
responded with a grunt of satisfaction. Kicking the mushroom-capped footstool
out of the way, he plopped me down on the armchair next to the warm fire. He
knelt before me and pulled my legs up over his shoulders, then bent to his work
with focused determination.
“Oh…” I moaned as he suckled me, my body
writhing against him, the intensity of the sensation more than I could bear. He
flatly ignored my whimpers and pleading, grabbing my butt firmly so that I could
not wriggle free of his relentless mouth. I felt as if my head would explode.
Seizing his hair in my fists, I coughed out incomprehensible pleas in between
gasps, not sure if I wanted him to stop but knowing he wouldn’t anyway. The
intensity built up in my stomach and between my legs as my body shook
uncontrollably. A cry slipped from my lips as I climaxed in a wave of
contractions against him. He slowly dropped my legs from his shoulders and I lay
on the chair, damp and quivering, my breath coming in uneven gulps.
He
retrieved the footstool and sat down across from me, his hand lightly tracing my
thigh. My breathing slowed and I smiled dreamily at him.
“Ok, you win.
Now I really can’t stand up.” He grinned and lifted me out of the chair, holding
me upright for a moment as he cast a fresh set of dry clothes for us, him in his
kilt and a lightweight nightgown for me. He gathered me in his arms and moved to
the couch, settling me in his lap and stroking my now dry hair. I leaned my head
against his chest and felt the strength flow out of him and into me like air
that moved between us. I could feel his chest shaking slightly with silent
amusement and pulled back to look at him.
What’s so
funny?
******
THE CABIN SCENE by
Cyndi Tefft
In the final YA version of Between, Aiden and Lindsey are
sitting on the couch in the cabin when he tells her his most embarrassing
moment. In the earlier adult version, she tells him hers: the day her bikini top
came off when she plunged into the pool at a water slide park.
“So I
was standing there in front of the entire crowd with my breasts out in the open
for everyone to see.” I put my hands over my face, my cheeks burning hot. Aiden
chuckled and gently pulled my hands down so I could see his face.
“Now
that’s something I would like to have seen. Maybe ye can cast that for me
sometime, eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. I squealed in protest and gave him
a solid thwack on the arm, which only served to make him laugh harder. “What?”
he asked. His eyes twinkled with mischief and then darkened as his gaze dropped
to my chest. “I just happen to be very fond of them, ‘tis all.” He reached
inside my robe and cupped one breast, moving his hand slowly back and forth over
the smooth silk nightgown. When he leaned forward and kissed me, my
embarrassment melted away like spun sugar on the tip of my tongue.
The
warmth from the fire radiated throughout the room, and my own body temperature
was rising at his touch. I remembered suddenly that I’d begun cutting up fruits
and vegetables for our dinner and paused, breaking away to ask him if he was
hungry.
“I’ve skipped to dessert now, haven’t I?” He trailed a finger
across my collarbone and down to my nipple, circling the tight peak slowly as he
devoured me with his stare. A coil tightened between my legs at the thought of
his naked body against mine once again. I stood up and reached out a hand to
him, feeling bold.
“Maybe you’d like to come to bed, then,” I said. He
took my hand and wordlessly followed me up the stairs to the loft.
I
switched on the table lamp next to the king size bed and a soft yellow glow
filled the room, casting shadows under the eaves. The stillness of the room was
so complete that I could hear the faint sounds of the lake outside, the waves
lapping against the shore.
“You don’t have to sleep on the floor
anymore. And I don’t have to fall asleep alone,” I said.
He stroked my
cheek with his hand, tucking a curl behind my ear. “And ye never will again, my
love.”
My heart soared as he kissed me and I pressed against him, loving
the rough wool of his kilt against the smooth silk of my robe. I ran my hands
over his arms and down his sides, then tugged at his shirt to try and free it.
He took a step back and stood still, allowing me to undress him. I pulled the
shirt over his head and ran my fingertips over the light dusting of blond hair
on his chest. With fumbling hands, I unbuckled his belt while he watched me with
heavy-lidded eyes. His kilt fell away freely and his sporran and dirk dropped to
his feet. The sight of his naked body in the warm lamplight took my breath
away.
God, he was so beautiful.
I drew my hands down his bare back
and dug my fingers into his round, firm cheeks like I’d wanted to do since I
first saw him in his kilt. He reached out a hand, lightly resting it on my
shoulder, but otherwise stood still, patiently allowing me my turn to explore. I
reached up on my tiptoes and kissed his neck, reveling in his masculine scent of
wood smoke and pine. He tilted his head to one side and closed his eyes, the
corners of his mouth curving up slightly. I massaged his shoulders and arms,
enjoying the latent strength and breadth there, feeling safe and
protected.
I leaned in and flicked my tongue over one of his nipples and
his body jerked in response. His hand twisted in my hair as I closed my mouth on
it and suckled lightly. A satisfied purr rumbled in his chest when I kissed my
way down his stomach, and the thin line of blond hair running south from his
navel. Holding on to his hips, I slowly dropped to my knees and took him in my
mouth. I heard his sharp intake of breath and his hands reflexively gripped the
sides of my head as I knelt before him. Pleased with his reaction, I squeezed
his butt with my hands as I teased and pleasured him with my tongue. His legs
began to shake as he stood before me, his labored breathing loud in the
stillness of the room.
“Lindsey… Oh, Lord…” His moan was no more than a
whisper.
I rose to my feet and met his gaze, his eyes blazing with lust
and awe. He watched in trembling silence as I untied my robe and dropped it to
the ground. I slid the thin straps of my nightie over my shoulders and the gown
puddled at my feet in a wave of white silk, leaving me in only a pair of white
lace panties. His voice was hoarse as he stared at them, his hands reaching out
instinctively to touch my hips.
“What is that ye’re wearing?”
I
remembered that I never had underclothes on when he cast my gowns or my shift,
so I thought he might like them. “They’re lace panties. Do you like
them?”
He fell to his knees before me as if in a trance, his hands
running up my legs and around the curve of my hips, exploring the lace. “Do I
like them? My God, woman, just when I think I canna possibly want ye more, ye
show me something new and make me insane with lust.” His voice was deep and
husky, his accent coming out thick. He ran his hands up underneath the back of
my panties, cupping the swell of my behind, before he peeled them off.
A
shuddering sigh slipped from my lips as he pressed his face between my legs, his
tongue darting in and out. I held on to his shoulders as my body convulsed at
the sensations that his mouth wringing out of me. Unable to stand the intensity,
feeling lightheaded and shaky, I backed away from him.
He knelt before
me, breathing hard and I shook my head, pulling him to his feet.
No.
I need you… now.
I pressed my hands to his chest and forced him
backward onto the bed, then crawled over his legs and sat astride him. His hands
gripped my hips as I lowered myself onto him, taking him in, inch by inch. His
eyes pinched closed in ecstasy and he rolled his head to the side as I rocked
forward and back above him, running one hand over his chest. I could feel his
heart racing and see his pulse in his neck as his hands wandered freely over my
breasts and back.
“You are sae beautiful, my bride. Je t’aime, ma
belle.”
Our lovemaking was slow and unhurried as we drank in the
pleasures of each other’s body. He spoke to me in all three languages as we
moved together, and I could not tell where I stopped and he began. When it was
over, I lay in the circle of his arms, my hand on his chest, feeling his heart
beating in my fingertips.
“I love you,” I whispered and he replied the
same, stroking my hair and kissing the side of my head. When I reached over and
pulled the chain on the table lamp, moonlight filled the room with a bluish
glow. I curled my leg over his and held onto him like I’d wanted to do every
night before, and breathed a thankful sigh as I fell asleep next to my
lover.
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