Free Aries Fire by Elaine Edelson Page A

everywhere else.  If only he didn’t stop.  If only…
    ‘Oh, Koboudan, I couldn’t,’ I say as he grabs my arm and licks my wrist.  ‘No.  Don’t.  Not here.  Let’s go on deck so that the tempest wind can dry the sweat on our bodies.’ 
    Her body throbbed as she lay on the cot; eyes closed, and imagined what would be possible with Alexander.
    ‘I follow him to where we stand naked on the bow. No, wait. Better yet, we climb up the ropes to the mast.’
    She saw it all as if it were real. Desire swept through her. It urged her to continue the fantasy.
    ‘I climb first and he bites my heels as we ascend. He reaches up and takes hold of my buttocks as our bodies become entwined in the ropes.’
    Her eyes flew open.  Should she think such things?  Why not?  She stared at the wooden beams above her head and then at the door. Who was going to censure her fantasies?  No one would dare enter her room without permission. Seira moved her hand down to fondle the soft skin on her inner thigh. She closed her eyes.
    ‘He kisses me again. His tongue searches my mouth.’
    She rolled onto her side, took the corner of the blanket between her teeth, and moaned. She felt an arousing throbbing sensation between her legs. She didn’t care if anyone heard her.  There was no denying this feeling.  Her muscles tightened and released their grip. She wanted to be next to him. It was more than a perfunctory feeling.  She wanted to be a part of him somehow.
    ‘He pushes up against me. I feel his hardness on my thighs and the rough threads of the rope on my exposed buttocks.’
    She put her wrist between her legs and gave the throbbing needed pressure. Hips rocked back and forth, vaguely aware that all five fingers had gone slightly numb.  Her heart beat faster and she almost lost her breath.
    ‘He rocks back and forth against me, his penis pushes into my stomach.  My mouth opens to receive his tongue that searches for the back of my throat. His hands hold me tightly.’
    Seira undulated rhythmically atop the bunk. The sensation built to a blinding ecstasy that exploded and shot through her.  Her head, buried in the pillow, jolted back.
    “Ah.  Hah.”
    She caught her breath. She wiped the sweat from her brow then sat up abruptly, knees curled up to her chest.  She covered her face and suddenly cried without reason.
    She scolded herself, but the tears wouldn’t stop.  She was unmistakably lonely.  Had it always been there trapped alongside sleeping passion?  She wiped the tears and let her long legs fall clumsily to the floor.
    A bang on the door.
    “Mistress?  Seira? Are you unwell?”
    She sniffed, calming herself before opening the door.
    “Here,” she said to Lem. She handed him the waste and dirty water buckets.  “Dispose of these, please.”
    He reached for the covered buckets and with a sympathetic voice said, “Flatulence?  I, as well.” He rubbed his stomach.  “It’s the apples,” he nodded in conclusion. 
    With buckets in his hands, he closed the door with his foot. Seira lay down again, but this time went into a long and peaceful sleep. She wanted nothing more of fantasies for a while.
    As the day passed, Seira didn’t know if desire for a man showed on her face or in her actions so she made certain to stay out of the Captain’s way by remaining in her cabin. In her time alone, she had discovered an overpowering and stimulating sensuality that left her changed somehow and she didn’t want to unwittingly expose it.  She believed it could be utilized to aid her in not only being an influential woman, but also in truly being a woman.  Seira believed that to know a man physically could help her to become a woman.
    In her fantasy of Alexander, they were as physical as two lovers could have been. There was a closeness she had already felt with him. In Seira’s mind, that could be the only reason why her fantasy was so potent.  It occurred to her that she wanted to be intimate with him more