Enigma (closed)

[KiwiD82]

James knew he was in trouble as soon as Victoria surfaced.

As far as he was concerned, nothing excited him more than the sight of his lover soaking wet, streams of water dripping from her body, droplets of liquid spread across her face.

But when that was accompanied by a look of vengeance in her eyes, and a tiny grin of determination, James found himself back-pedalling.

He also very quickly discovered that walking backwards in waist deep water was no easy task. His lover was quickly approaching, and all he could do was splash water at her, apologise profusely, and laugh - he didn't stand a chance.

 

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Victoria pounced at him as he splashed her, apologizing as she pushed his head beneath the waves. She wouldn't accept an apology from him right then. What he had done was almost unforgivable. If her hair had been done like she did in the city, she might very well have left him. She was laughing, however as he surfaced again and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You make me happy, Jim. I don't think I tell you that enough." She said softly, kissing him gently as the surf rushed around them.

 

[KiwiD82]

James had known he was at Victoria's mercy the moment she'd surfaced. She caught him with ease, and before long, they were both standing, hair soaked, in a comfortable embrace amidst the waves.

His hands had found her lower back as she spoke. He let himself succumb to her kiss. It was gentle and full of passion and love.

"Maybe not with words," he whispered in response, his voice barely audible above the waves. "But your actions drop plenty of hints."

James pulled her gently closer to him, pressing his crotch against hers beneath the surface of the salty water.

 

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"Jim..." Victoria warned as he pulled her close and pressed his crotch against her own. "You know we're in a public space not far from my home. Do you really think you would be pressing so intimately against me?"

She smiled as she said that, laughing softly at the look on his features as the sea continued to swirl around them. "We're never made love in the ocean before..."

 

[KiwiD82]

James paused when Victoria voiced half-hearted protestations. She had always taken care to ensure they didn't stand out for the wrong reasons, but she had also been willing to try something risqué, just like at Berry Head.

"Look around us, darling," he whispered. "The beach is practically deserted."

Leaning forward as Victoria spoke of making love in the ocean, James nuzzled her cheek, then kissed her neck. The wet salty taste of her skin brushed against his lips and tongue.

"That wasn't a very convincing 'no'," he teased as his hands dropped down to her pert backside, squeezing the skin through her bathers and pulling her more firmly against him in the process.

 

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"Practically deserted is not the same as deserted." Victoria voiced her opinion, grinning as he nuzzled against her throat and then pressed his lips against her skin.

A loud gasp left her lips as his hands suddenly settled on her bottom, squeezing her skin as he pulled her more firmly against his body. Her dark eyes turned towards his own, her lips parted as she trembled in his arms.

"You make me feel like a girl who has never been with a man before." She whispered to him, letting him in on a little secret.

 

[KiwiD82]

Another weak objection from Victoria produced a wide smile from James. Her audible gasp resulted in a chuckle.

But when she spoke, he became more serious. He looked at her contentedly, feeling as though he were the luckiest man alive.

James' gaze settled on Victoria's dark eyes, not wanting to rush a response. He let her words hang, drinking them in and savouring the meaning of each one.

When he did eventually respond, he did so with a kiss: slow, gentle, passionate. He kneaded her backside beneath the surface of the water and pressed their pair of bodies harder against one another.

He desired her, but in truth, he would have happily stayed there in that embrace until the tide came in and swallowed them whole.

 

[heartofcourage]

James had always surprised her with his incredibly romantic side. He had a way about him that made her feel special, wanted, and love. Lust might have brought them together initially, but she would have killed for the man that was kissing her and holding her so tightly in the waves. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. She could feel that evidence pressing against her body as his strong hands squeezed her bottom.

"Carry me back to the blanket." She whispered as their kiss broke. "I need you right now, Jim."

 

[KiwiD82]

Victoria had a way about her that drove James wild. She could melt in his arms one moment, then be fiercely independent the next. But when she knew what she wanted, and asked for him to provide it, there was no way on earth that James - a mere mortal - could resist.

So when she asked him to take her to the picnic blanket, there was never any question of whether or not it would happen. James nodded slightly and offered a contented smile, though his eyes lit up in anticipation.

He squeezed her backside again, then lowered his hands just a few inches to where her cheeks were met by her long, slender legs. Then he pulled upwards, lifting her feet from the sand and coaxing her lower limbs to encircle his waist as his hands held her there by her wonderful bottom.

"Whatever you desire, my queen," he whispered, barely audible above the waves.

Then he turned, Victoria still entwined against him, and made his way up the beach towards the blanket. Every step caused friction between their bodies as he attempted to share salty kisses with her on the move, before gently lying her down on the blanket, his own form resting atop her.

 

[heartofcourage]

Victoria gladly locked her legs around his hips as he carried her from the ocean and back towards their blanket. The friction of him pressing against her core made her whimper from time to time, his lips locking against hers in a salty embrace. The moment couldn't come soon enough when she felt the blanket against her back, his body comfortably nestled against the cradle of her hips.

"Undress me, Jim." She murmured again, looking up at him with those big, brown eyes. "You have two seconds."

 

[KiwiD82]

Victoria lay there, hair soaking wet, droplets of salt water resting over her body as the sun bathed her in its warmth. Her eyes were as dark as ever, yet they smouldered with a hungry heat.

James rested his body between her hips, admiring the sight beneath him, when she made the urgency of her desires clear.

For the briefest of moments, James was tempted to wait; to prolong Victoria's craving to tease her.

But the tone in her voice was unmistakable. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

James pushed himself up onto his knees, grabbing at the waistline of her swimwear and pulling them hard down over her hips. At this point, he didn't even care if he tore the material - they'd buy another set if they needed to.

James could feel his own body responding further with every inch of bare, salty skin that greeted the sun. It didn't seem to matter how many times he saw Victoria naked - her body always filled him with a lustful hunger.

 

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Victoria let out a gasp as he gripped the bottom part of her bathers, yanking them down over her hips. She heard the material rip in his haste, her lower body soon exposed to his gaze. Her skin glistened in the sunlight with the water from the sea, the air drying the salty concoction. They simply stared at one another in that moment, each taking in the sight of the other.

Pushing herself up on her elbows, she soon reached up and pulled him in for a kiss. She loved kissing this man and when he was gone, she missed the feeling of his lips pressed against hers the most. His time in Scotland had been far too long for her liking and now they were making up for the lost time that had been taken from them.

 

[KiwiD82]

James took a moment to absorb the sight before him: Victoria, exquisitely naked from the waist down, skin glistening with salty droplets in the afternoon sun, her lower hair twisting into dark, alluring curls.

That moment ended when the goddess beneath him pulled his head down for a passionate kiss, her lips soft and salty. It was as though Victoria were a mermaid and he was but a mere mortal caught in her inescapable embrace.

James followed his lover's lead and kissed her hungrily, hands either side of her body keeping his torso above hers, cool seawater dripping onto her collarbone and stomach, his hardness pressing against her nakedness through his bathers.

 

[heartofcourage]

The heat of the sun beating down on them heated both of their bodies. For the second time in so many days, the two of them were about to make love in broad daylight until blue skies. If this was how a reunion between the two of them would be every time, she would insist that he go out into the field more often.

Her hands traced down his muscular sides, fingers wrapping in the waist of his bathers until she started to work them over his hips. She wanted him naked. She wanted him inside of her immediately. She wouldn't let anything stop her in meeting that goal, either.

 

[KiwiD82]

Although it was James who was on top, he felt as though he were a willing prisoner to Victoria's desires. There were times when he happily let his lover have her way, and the look in her eyes, the passion in her kiss, and the grip of her hands told him this was one such time.

He lifted one hand off the towel beside Victoria's body to help hasten the removal of his bathers, tugging them down to his knees. His body ached for her, his swollen cockhead unable to prevent precum from pooling at its entrance in anticipation.

James looked back up at Victoria's eyes, and saw her hunger that told him to proceed. He guided the tip of his length to her entrance, positioning it before resting his hand back beside her. Then he dropped his head to kiss her, and just as their lips met and their tongues danced around each other, he pushed his hips forward in a single, steady, firm thrust - a moan escaping him as his eyes unwaveringly looked into hers.

 

[heartofcourage]

Victoria let out a cry as he guided himself into her body, pressing so intimately against her as he kissed her hard enough to curl her toes. That moment, that feeling, took her breath away. She adored her moments with him and drank them in like a thirsty, exotic plant. He was the only man that she had ever met that had ever made her blossom.

Her dark brown eyes stared up into his own, their lips parting as she sucked in a deep breath. Her brow wrinkled tightly as pleasure made her shiver from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Her back arched slightly off the ground, a gasp making her full lips O in pleasure. It was beautiful and amazing the way that he could make her react so swiftly.

 

[KiwiD82]

Victoria was perfect. James had long been convinced of that. So much so that he sometimes wondered how he had been so lucky to catch her eye.

Their compatibility was nothing he'd ever experienced before. When they made love, it was as though the rest of the world simply didn't feature. Blackouts, air raids, war - none of it existed.

It was her eyes. It had always been her eyes. Her body and mind were so extraordinary, but when he saw the look in her eyes as he entered her, he fell in love all over again.

James found himself panting almost straight away. The heat of her body; the arch of her back; the sound of satisfaction and pleasure she made as his length disappeared inside her. They all made him want that moment to never end.

But her eyes...they spoke to him. They lured him in; they urged him on; they begged him to continue.

And that's exactly what he did, sliding most of his shaft out of her before pushing in again, and again, and again. His breathing already ragged, his muscles straining, his hips rocking against her as he moved faster, atop his perfect English rose on a picnic blanket by the sea.

 

[heartofcourage]

Victoria clung to James as he thrust into her body, moving them both across the blanket in the sand. She kept her eyes locked onto his, staring into his own emotional depths as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, soft cries of pleasure leaving her fulls lips as each thrust grew more and more frantic.

"Jim." She whimpered softly, his name the only sound leaving her lips amid the sounds of the rushing ocean and the call of distant birds.

He could reduce her razor sharp mind to a puddle in a matter of moments. He would leave her a quivering mess, his name the only word that she could recall as pleasure melted her brain. All of the puzzles in the world couldn't give her the same feeling that she had when she was in his arms, being loved.

"JAMES!" She nearly screamed, her fingers clenching harder against his flesh as she came suddenly. "Oh...God!"

 

[KiwiD82]

Their lovemaking was intense and passionate, their movements in perfect rhythm as James thrust into her again and again, his body nestled perfectly between Victoria's hips. It was so often like this - the pair of them lost in the hungry throes of a physical attraction that had existed since their first meeting. It was neither rushed nor laboured - their pace matched precisely where their mood was at the time.

James groaned as Victoria's grip on his shoulders tightened and her eyes burned first with a fiery thirst and then with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Her body shuddered and writhed beneath him; her voice cried his name as she reached her climax.

It all persuaded him to stop thrusting. He pushed his full length into her one last time, and her clenching muscles massaging his shaft did the rest. James moaned loudly as he came, dropping his head to offer passionate but broken kisses between gasps.

When the ride finally slowed to a gentle stop, James gently rolled off the top of Victoria, a stupid grin on his face as he shifted onto his side and ran his fingers through her hair.

"We might need to go for another dip to clean up," he chuckled.

 

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Victoria bucked involentarily as James came, his hot seed scalding her as they both kissed and panted in the aftermath of what had happened. He had a way of making her forget herself, needing nothing but the caress of his hands against her bare skin. It was a glorious feeling, she thought to herself as he rolled off her body, pressing against her side and gently running his hand through her mussed hair. She gave him a lazy smile as he talked about taking a dip in the ocean.

"Perhaps later. I just want to lie here with you for the moment." She whispered as she looked into his dark eyes. "Everything is so rushed in London. Hurried moments where we have to be somewhere at all times. I just want to be here...with you...on this beautiful beach."

She touched his cheek gently, her lips caressing his own as she kissed him with an even gentler passion.

 

[KiwiD82]

James matched Victoria's lazy smile with one of his own, enjoying her deliciously soft kiss in the afternoon sun.

The pair of them must have made quite a sight: James with his bathers at his knees; Victoria with hers torn and open. And yet they lay there together, letting the sun begin to gently bake them dry.

Victoria was right, James realised. City life kept them busy - sometimes unnecessarily so. They had the afternoon to themselves. Why not spend it in each other's arms, caressing, cuddling, kissing, and watching clouds casually float by?

"Then let's just 'be' for as long as we can," he finally whispered back, his fingers still exploring the blonde strands atop her head.

 

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"I like that idea." She said as a long, content sigh left her lips. "Because we have hell to look forward to when we go back."

She was still thinking about what they had to look forward to that evening. He would ask her parents about what the spy had told him in Scotland and she simply hoped that they would inform him that he was wrong. If it turned out he was right, she had no idea what the future would hold for them. She didn't like uncertainty.

"Pour us another glass, Jim. I think some wine would go well with our lazy afternoon." She murmured, giving him a smile as she finally reached to try and pull her bathers back over her hips.

They were hopelessly ripped, enough that they would have to be thrown away, but she at least wanted to make a show of decorum. It wouldn't do to have someone come to the beach and discover that she was a natural blonde.

 

[KiwiD82]

James lay contentedly despite Victoria's concerns about that evening. There was no doubting that what was coming would present a challenge, but he no longer harboured the doubts he had when he'd first returned from Scotland.

Yes, it was possible that Robert Stirling was not Victoria's father. It seemed unlikely, though - the Scotsman certainly treated her the same as all of her siblings.

But even if Victoria's biological parentage did turn out to exclude Robert, James was convinced that they would find a way forward. He didn't know what that way might be, but he had every faith in their relationship that they would make it work.

The suggestion of wine was what finally persuaded James to move from their relaxed position. If he'd stopped to think, he would have been nervous, despite the fact that an engagement was almost guaranteed sooner or later. But he moved too quickly to panic - this would be a special moment and he refused to let himself botch it up.

He tugged his bathers back up then climbed to his feet and walked to the basket. Once there, he knelt down and opened the small box that held the ring, then used a small, thin red ribbon to tie the ring to the neck of the wine bottle. He returned to Victoria's side, offering her an empty glass to hold.

James then knelt down and started to tip the bottle as if to pour, causing the ring to swing down into sight at the end of the small ribbon. He held the bottle in place and looked at his lover, watching for her reaction.

When it came, he smiled lightly from his kneeling position and said: "Marry me, Victoria Stirling. Marry me, my queen. Make me a king."

 

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Victoria was doing her best to make her tousled hair presentable when James came back with empty glasses and the wine bottle. She took her glass from him to a smile, that smile fading slightly as she caught sight of the ring in the sunlight. He was kneeling in the sand, looking at her with such a hopeful expression that her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. This was the moment that she had been waiting for since the day she first saw him.

"Jim." She said softly as she reached out to bring the ring into her view, her fingers trembling as she realized that it was her family's ring.

"Of course I will." She said as her dark eyes met his, her hand reaching out to bring him in for a warm and loving kiss. "But you know I don't need a ring to make that decision."

 

[KiwiD82]

James felt a wave of relief wash over him as Victoria accepted. He hadn't thought he'd been nervous - and logically, he had no reason to be - but emotions weren't always as easily tamed as thoughts.

He found himself smiling into Victoria's kiss, the pair of them in varying stages of undress on a picnic blanket at the beach. It just seemed perfect.

"I know," he grinned in reply. "Wear it anyway. It'll constantly remind us of a lifetime of impending happiness. And besides, your mother has her heart set on it!"

James untied the ribbon, then carefully took his girlfriend's - no, his fiancée's - hand and gently pushed the ring onto her finger.

"Now we have something to really drink to, wouldn't you agree?" he beamed, suddenly the happiest man in the world as he poured the wine.