The Persistence of Memory

Chapter Twenty One

"If I get arrested for public indecency you had better have enough money to get me out?" She says looking at me.  I crouch down in front of her and take her chin in between my thumb and forefinger.

"Or I could just get myself arrested as well?"

She smiles, her eyes widening. "You'd get yourself arrested for me?  That's intermediate level romantic. You really are improving all the time."

I curb the desire to tell her I'd do anything for her and kiss her instead.  I part her lips with my tongue, and slide it into her mouth, tasting every part of it before pulling back.  When I do I find her eyes are closed and her tongue licking both her lips.  It makes my cock stir to life again. Later... I can have her later.  I need to do this.

"I'll be back in two minutes. Stay naked," I tell her.

She rolls her eyes on a sigh. "God, you get so bossy when you work. I'd forgotten about that," I give her a serious look and she brings her fingers to her head in a mock salute. "Yes Sir," she smiles before flopping back down on the floor, an excited and aroused look on her face.

The night isn't cold.  It's muggy and clammy, the air close and hot, the heat from the sun still leaching off the trees and grass and sky around us.  It smells faintly exotic, as is always the case when I'm anywhere new, completely unlike London or back home.  I carry the stool and my camera as Eloise, dressed in one of the oversized fluffy white bathrobes, follows behind me. 

"Maybe I should have put shoes on," she mutters. When I turn round she's stepping tentatively across the grass onto the large paving stones that lead down to the jetty.   I have an image in my head of what I want to do, but whether the light and the angle will work I honestly have no idea.

The small pier is lit by a tall, victorian-looking streetlight, which sits at the top of the steps illuminating the wooden structure jetting out onto the black lake. I stop at the top of the stairs and set down my makeshift tripod and turn to her.  She looks tense and a little nervous, her shoulders bunched up as she glances around us in all directions.

"No one can see," I say softly. 

When she brings her eyes back to mine she seems to relax, nodding a few times.  Her eyes look almost silver under this light - it amazes me how they do that, how they seem to change colour depending on her surroundings.  In natural daylight, her eyes were a soft pale blue. The less light there was the more the silver flecks stood out. The more artificial the light, the darker they appeared. 

"So, what are you going to do with me?" She asks with a small smile.  I raise an eyebrow and give her a perverted smirk. "Predictably filthy," she nods.  "I meant where do you want me?"  When I raise both my eyebrows this time she hits me on the arm but erupts into a soft fit of laughter.  "What happened to serious-at-work, Aidan?" she says when she stops laughing. 

"He's distracted by almost-naked, Eloise."

Her expression changes and she brings her hands to the front of her robe and very slowly unties it, letting the thing slide off her shoulders and down her body.  She catches it just before it hits the ground and as I reach out to take it from her she gives me a small seductive smile.

"So how distracted are you now?" She asks.  

I take a leisurely visual stroll down her body, running my tongue and then my teeth along my bottom lip as I take in the sight of her.  She looks hand carved.  Every ridge and curve of her body sculpted to absolute perfection.  The way her delicate pink nipples are hard and plump and screaming out for my mouth is a distraction of epic proportions. I've no words quite honestly. She never fails to stun me into silence.  There will never be a time when I'll look at her and not thank something I don't even fucking believe in for putting her in front of me.