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Silk
and Lace It was such a tight fit. Snug. Warm. Silky. Pliable. All the things she was not. Frowning, Alexis took a step back to get a better view, her eyes critical, saying no, while her hand ran up the length of her body, feeling the texture of silky film beneath her fingers. The clerk stuck her head in nodding to Alexis’s reflection. “That looks incredible on you! You have a nice long lean body with just enough curves to pull it off. Here, I brought you a few pairs of matching panties. I think the thong will be the best compliment.” “Thong?” Alexis bit her lip holding the slight scrap of lace in her hand. No. She was not going that route again. How much could a poor woman take? “I—I don’t wear thongs!” “Why not? You have the body for it, and...” “I—they...” Alexis’s voice fell flat. Heck, she didn’t admit this crap to herself, why would she admit it to a stranger? “They’re dangerous,” she admitted. The young girl smiled a wicked dimple creasing her cheek. “You bet they are! Men think we wear them for them, but any woman who wears them know that nothing, and I mean nothing comes close to a thong except being commando. There is something sinfully wicked about knowing what is underneath, or what is not underneath.” “Wicked, that’s a good description,” admitted Alexis. She won some of her best cases wearing next to nothing under her staid and proper law suits, or was that lawsuit? Maybe the knowledge was empowering? Alexis smiled slightly. Her addiction to camisoles were her undoing, but the thong, it made her...um, it made her irrational, irresponsible, maybe even a risk taker. “Thongs make me act out of character, irresponsibly, and...” “And what can be wrong with that?” the young cheeky clerk asked. “I’ll get you a few extra colors! You’re going to love the pistachio!” “Pistachio?” Alexis said to herself. “I love pistachio.” Biting her lip for a moment, she gave in to the pull of the scrap of lace. Quickly removing her other clothing, she closed her eyes and went for it. “We have sherbet, too!” “I hate you.” Concentrating on the feel of the lingerie, her hands moved over the Cosabella Soire Camisole, the feather-light material was oh-so-soft and form fitting, almost like a second skin. Camisoles were great; especially ones with built-in shelf bra that added a double layer and provided extra support alleviating the need for a bra. Oh, damn those Italians for making something this sinful. Alexis reluctantly opened her eyes to take in the full picture of camisole and thong. It was the tight black with the slight string thong instead of her preferred boyleg thong and panty. She could almost wear this on a beach. The feel of warm waters lapping upon her skin, soaking through the minimal covering of the material rendering it virtually see-thru, it was a rush, like heat as her heart sped up. Alexis was caught off guard as his arms came around her from behind, his mouth soft against her ear whispering like the gentle crash of waves. “I like this.” “You do?” she asked huskily as his one hand moved down her front stopping to rest low on her abdomen, his palm resting on her hip bone while his fingers stroked the wet silky material. “Oh definitely.” Ric’s other hand left where it had been cupping her breast to move upward to gently caress Alexis’s face, thumb running over the cheekbone. Alexis's breath caught and eyes fluttered closed as if in a trance or swoon, maybe it was the warm water—realistically, it was definitely all about Ric. Ric drew Alexis into his full embrace. His fingers moved through her hair, soft and long, clinging to the side of her throat as the sea spray wet it. He moved the loose curling hair away from her neck and bent to kiss the silky skin of her throat. The energy burst through them, a shock of pure feeling, intense and powerfully overwhelming, like the waves hitting them, the energy oscillating in and out like a pulsating beat. Alexis reached behind her to find his hip, her fingers finding his flesh. He was nude. Her heartbeat picked up to a thunderous speed as her fingers gripped him hard pulling him closer to her, their bodies mating. Ric made a sound in his throat as he turned her in his arms; his dark intense eyes meeting her wide open ones. Eyes wide open she couldn’t deny this. The heat was there between them drying her damp clothing. Three fingers locked onto Ric's biceps, clinging when their lips met and devoured each other's mouths. Lust—sheer desire rose between them, surrounding and saturating them with this power. Ric moved his mouth away from Alexis’s, roaming down the curve of her neck. Alexis breathed in gasps of air as if she were a drowning woman, but she couldn't resist what was happening, caught up like Ric in the power of the moment, her beating heart echoing in a fast pace with his. “You were right,” he said smiling against her skin as a finger slid under a thong strand, temptingly moving it downward. “Hmm?” “The beach is better than the snow covered mountains.” “You know,” said the clerk interrupting Alexis’s fantasy. “I brought you this as well. I think you would look so elegant in it. You have a nice exotic look to you, almost European, and it just reeks of class!” A blushing Alexis cleared her throat, taking the offered garment as the unaware clerk left the dressing room to seek out more offerings. “Oh my,” she said panting softly under her breath, a hand coming up to wave cooling air in front of her face. This was bad. Shaking her head at her own thoughts, she looked at the new garment. Oh no! An oyster colored Oscar de la Renta Charmeuse gown was in her hands. Holding it up, Alexis gasped, her mouth opening as she wetted her lips. No. This was a travesty. Will power, she needed some type of will power if any sanity was to be had. Kill her now. Alexis tried it on. Groaning, her hands ran over her form. This was the stuff that dreams was made of. The beaded lace added a touch of shimmer to the gorgeous neckline while the sheer chiffon trimmed the hem of the jagged skirt line. Her legs peeking in and out seductively, the drawn front offering momentary glimpses of inner thigh. Turning Alexis looked at her back. There was a sheer mesh panel that created a fabulous fit while adding an element of coyness and seduction to the amount of exposed skin, not really bared. Damn these lingerie creators, they were the devil. The elegant material, the length and fit were so seductive. The young clerk was correct. It was a classy rendition of a bygone era of silk slips with lace trim and satin sheets. It was the type of garment that made early Hollywood so incredibly sexy and seductive, as women, beautiful women graced the screen in such luxurious creations inspiring passion and desire. It was the type of lingerie that a woman wore on her wedding night, on the honeymoon. She would stand in the doorway of the bathroom slowly turning off the light to watch her husband lounging on the bed of the hotel room, waiting for her. Caught there, suspended between stepping forward into a new future and reluctant to take the final step in case it was a mistake, she waited for him to do it for her. Ric watched her seeing the chasing emotions across her face, his eyes moving up her body. He had kicked off his shoes easily when he entered the room, quickly lowering the lights, lighting candles and opening the champagne. The scene had been set, but it was finally complete the moment she appeared in the bathroom doorway. “You’re going to make me come and get you, aren’t you?” he asked her huskily. Alexis’s eyes moved over his body lounging on the bed, everything gone except his tux pants that were unbuttoned. Breathing in deeply, she nodded. Oh yeah, she was definitely going to need his help here. “Yes, yes I am.” “You’re a coward,” he cajoled her gently. “I never claimed to be brave,” she reminded him. Ric smiled as he slowly moved down the bed, his movements more catlike, almost predator. “No. No, you didn’t.” He slowly moved towards her, almost as if keeping it slow and easy so not to scare a skittish colt. “You make me work hard every day to get close.” “I’m sorry.” “No, you’re not. It’s the proving ground. If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t make the effort.” Ric’s hand moved up her neck under her hair holding her head firmly. “If you didn’t try, despite your misgivings, I would be discouraged. Bravery is a strange thing, Alexis. It is what holds you up when you feel you need to fall. I would never consider you a coward, only in certain things.” “Such as?” “Telling me what you need.” Alexis shut her eyes as his mouth moved up her neck, her hands coming to rest on his bare shoulders, her fingers flexing into the muscles there. “You,” she admitted in a soft moan. “I need—no, I want you.” Ric pulled back to look at her, to stare into her eyes. Whatever she said, it was the right thing, because his reaction was volatile. His mouth crushed down on hers, his hands were firm and strong on her waist as he walked her into the bedroom, his path taking them straight to the bed as his one hand found the strap of her gown slowly lowering it as he lowered her to the bed. His mouth followed the path of skin exposed by the gown as it was stripped from her, as he lay heavy on her. The weight on his body a welcome feel, as his skin moved against hers, the different texture rasping. Skin bared against skin, hot and tingling when the surge overcame them again. She moved, he followed, and back again. It went on and on, not letting up at all. The power drove them together neither talking in coherent words, just sounds in the throat. As Ric lay kiss after kiss along the length of Alexis's sweat soaked neck, kissing just behind the ear and that made Alexis moan his name. Ric's hand moved over her skin, the silk of it reminiscent of the gown, as he stroked her, while they rocked gently. The power swelled within them, seeping out and soaked back up through their pores, right through the skin of their naked bodies bound together in mutual need for each other. “Oh! That looks great!” the clerk said interrupting again. “I knew it would!” Alexis coughed harshly her breathing catching in her throat. Her thoughts, they had to be on her face, on her entire aroused body. Gasping for breath, she took a piece of material that the girl shoved in her hands as her brain melted into nothing. It took a moment to register that the clerk brought her something new, and her comment about getting Alexis something to drink was lost somewhere else. Did that little chit of a girl just suggest that she looked overheated? Alexis stared at herself in the mirror seeing the slight flush to her skin, the dilated eyes, and the way her mouth was redder than usual from where she had bit her lip. Oh, she looked like... Damn. Shaking her head to clear thoughts of Ric to some dark dank corner, she glanced at the new ensemble. It was charming and holding it up to herself to look in the mirror, she tipped her head to one side in thought. “Here you go! I brought you a mineral water.” The girl, Cammie, Alexis noted as she spied a nametag, gave Alexis a thoughtful look. “I saw that and though it might not suit, I think it’s sporty and fun, don’t you?” “It does look—fun. Thank you, Cammie,” she said with a slight thickness to her voice. The younger woman smiled pleasantly at Alexis before leaving her again. Oh, the Cosabella ´Catherine´ Camisole was in a nice ruby red, much more daring than she usually ventured. The color, it was a flag rising her interest to an alarming point. What was it about things outside her norm? She wasn’t a risk taker, except she kept taking them. Maybe she was in need of therapy? Alexis huffed at that thought. She would have a therapist on his knees begging for mercy by the first session. Hurting defenseless things was not her style. The soft stretchy nylon mesh with matching boyleg ‘Soire’ panties was too alluring to pass up. Trying them on, she admired how the material ruched up all over, the gathers of fabric detracting tiny flaws in her body, making her look firm, fit and young. Oh, that young girl, Cammie was right, this was deliciously fun. Turning to the side, Alexis frowned at her figure as her hand went to rest low on her flat stomach. Was that a slight swell? She never worried too much about her weight. Exercise was something she absolutely despised. What was the point of all that sweat wasted on endless, mindless motions? If you were going to sweat, get some real exercise, it should come with some pleasurable rewards. Sex. She definitely had sex on the brain. It was so outdoorsy. The type of lingerie you wore under simple jeans and a tee, revealing hidden depth as you stripped. She could almost smell the great outdoors. The breeze through the trees as a brisk cool air entered the lungs, and a trickle of water from the thaw played on the air, the smell of pine rising from all around confusing the sense, tempting them to locate the origin, some magical well of earthiness. He was so incredibly beautiful. When he was out of his suits... Alexis shook her head. No. No. She wasn’t putting him in the woods in nothing but his birthday suit, maybe just a few grape leaves? Ric was such an eternal Puck. When dressed casually, he looked like a man that enjoyed the outdoors. “The forest again?” he said hiding a smile. “You liked it last time.” “Did I tell you that?” he asked. “Actually, you did.” Alexis plucked at his sweater. “This is scratchy and in the way.” Ric made a humming noise in his throat. “It’s your fantasy, and I thank you for the view,” he said looking at her in the camisole and panties. “Think you can work your way into thinking me into something less...dressy?” “I was being discrete.” “Alexis,” he said seductively, “do what you want. It’s your fantasy. Being repressed in your own fantasies would be just wrong.” “Hmm.” Alexis said suddenly lying in a comfortable bed of pine needles with him much more appropriately nude leaning over her. “That’s my girl,” he said with a wink. “I knew you could do it.” ”Shut up, Counselor, you’re wasting valuable dreaming time.” Her arm went around his neck pulling him closer as their mouths met. A low rumble of laughter shook from Ric's chest as a wicked smile pulled at his mouth. As amused as he appeared, that amusement did not enter his eyes. There—there was something else in his eyes. Heat. Passion. Lust. Desire. So many words to describe the fires raging, not bothering to bank the heat Ric pressed a kiss against Alexis's mouth, tongue searching, exploring then tasting her tongue against his. The kiss was deep and sucking with more pressure than usual, an added intensity coming from somewhere inside. The feral movement was like a feeding, and the frenzied pace was revitalizing. The passion began to burn again, building up to a roaring inferno. He was starting to be rough, and he laughed a deep groan when Alexis whispered ‘yes’ hotly against his mouth, her hands in his hair, keeping him with her. Something drove him to it. Something Alexis. It was the smell of the pine needles, the smell of her on his skin. Ric held Alexis down with pinned wrists. He devoured her with his mouth and yet she took it, seemed to thrive on it just as he did. The sounds in her throat encouraging him to go deeper, to make a greater demand of her, she might be tenuous at times, but he never was. "Do it. Don't wait any longer. I need you,” she admitted. Alexis gave a slight scream when her distracted thoughts were interrupted yet again by the sales clerk. “I’m sorry! Did I frighten you?” Alexis shook her head in denial as her hand rested on her heaving breasts. She quickly grabbed the mineral water and took a thirsty gulp or two. Damn him! Damn his gorgeous expressive dark eyes. “I hate my husband,” she said without meaning to to the young woman. Cammie patted Alexis’s arm in comfort. “That’s as it should be. If you like them too much, they run all over you. Stay strong, and try this one on.” Alexis ran her hands over her face wiping the eyes, trying to regain something resembling control. It was the movement of silk on her face that made her realize she was rubbing the latest garment against her skin. Glancing at it, Alexis groaned. No. No, this was so unfair! The Intimates silk chemise was a beautiful Sabrina pink with spaghetti straps, and a single side slit with lace detailing. Silky, it was lustrous and gorgeous lined with floral lace. Unable to resist, Alexis slid it on over her head the fit snug and enticing. It felt like warmth rushing over skin—like a flush. This looked so good on her. It would look so good in her apartment. "Just so you know, we're on the same page here," Ric said his fingers slipping under the spaghetti strap. Alexis stepped back, her thighs hitting the dining room table. “Ric,” she said thickly licking dry lips. "We are." Alexis raised her arms and looped them around his neck, pulling his head down to her. "Kiss me," she breathed against his lips. It was hot, sweet, and heady. It was better than the first time, because now she knew how good it could be—how good he could be. A tiny part of her mind that remained coherent throughout—marveled at how good Ric tasted; the textures and scents and flavors that combined to flow over and around and through her like some expensive cognac. The satiny texture of his tongue in her mouth as she sucked it, then rubbed her own against it. She was going to Hell. Oh well, so be it. So smooth—he was so damn smooth, so hot, like liquid fire. She could still faintly taste the wine they'd shared as she ran her tongue around the entire inside of his mouth, savoring the flavors of him and the smoky earthy flavor of fermented grapes together. Alexis groaned when Ric pulled away from her, chest heaving with emotion. Another groan followed as Ric began placing tiny nips—little pinches with his teeth—down the sensitive skin of her throat, fingers trailing up and down the sides of her neck, caressing the ultra-sensitive skin there. "God, baby," he growled when a hot, sucking kiss covered the first stinging place. His one hand dropped seductively down her side, his hand stroking through the silky garment to rest on her thigh, his hand raising the material higher so he could find her skin beneath. “Your skin is silkier than this material.” Ric lifted her bit to sit on the edge of the table. “Tell me you miss me.” “I miss you.” Ric’s entire body seemed to move into her pushing her back on the table. “Tell me you want me.” “I want you,” she said as her hands pulled him with her onto the table. Ric paused. “This table might not be strong enough for this.” Alexis lifted to bite him just under his jaw her heart skipping at the sound of his reaction in his throat, the long groan and soft growl. “That’s okay. I never liked this table that much anyway.” Alexis’s eyes opened abruptly staring at her own reflection. Clearing her throat, she shook her head. “Damn you fantasy Ric, go away!” Quickly changing her clothes she went to flee the dressing room, but before going through the door she reluctantly looked back. Indecision was fierce on her face as she worried her bottom lip. Finally, as if a decision was made, she quickly went back sweeping up the garments of silk and lace carrying them outside with her. On her way out, she ran into Cammie. “Oh! Are you through?” she asked Alexis. “Did you decide on something to buy?” “All of it,” Alexis said huskily clearing her throat as the dry croaking noise sounded strange to her ears. “I’ll take it all!” “Excellent choice! You can’t afford this much without the sale. It’s horrible how expensive it can get.” Alexis made an agreeing noise in her throat, her hand rubbing a shaking hand down her throat. Cammie watched confused mere moments later when the woman that spent hours shopping for lingerie rushed from the department without making a purchase. “What happened?” she asked the cashier. “I don’t know. I was requesting a price check when she just bolted out of here.” Cammie looked at the deserted aisle that Alexis had fled down. “You know, put all of them aside in a bag. She’ll be back.” “How do you know?” “Trust me. These are definitely sold.”
The sales girl stopped her inventory to glance up at the man standing before her. Oh! Her eyes widened as she straightened standing to attention. “Yes, Sir? May I help you?” Ric smiled pleasantly. “I was wondering if you remember a customer? My wife was in here a few days ago during your lingerie sale, and...” “Oh! Is she a beautiful brunette, tall and elegant?” Ric smiled flashing a picture of Alexis with Kristina. “Yes! That is her! Cute kid.” “Thanks.” Ric put away the picture. “She told me that she was shopping and then suddenly had to leave without making a purchase. You wouldn’t happen to know what she was interested in, would you?” Ric asked persuasively. “Actually, after all the time she spent choosing, I put them aside. I knew she would come back for them.” Cammie said stuttering, her eyes kept flashing to the handsome elegantly dressed man. “Of course the sale is over, and at normal price, they can be expensive, so she might not want all of them.” Ric took the bag of lingerie looking inside. Pulling out a few, a smile moved over his face. “We’ll take them all.” He leaned forward conspiratorially. “You know, I really would like to have these delivered, specially delivered with special packing. Do you think that would be possible?” ‘It could be, but the price...” “The price doesn’t matter.” Cammie smiled at the man, her eyes big in her face as she stared at him like a deer caught in a headlight. “Your wife has excellent taste!” her eyes literally devouring the gorgeous man. “Thank you, I think so too.” When Ric walked away whistling under his breath, Cammie and another sales clerk both dropped to the counter in a thump. Cammie held her chin in her hand. “I’ve got to spend more money on lingerie.”
On her bed was a pile of boxes. Frowning, Alexis dropped her jacket on a chair as she moved towards her bed. All the boxes were addressed to her. Looking into one, she dropped the box when pine needles fell from the box onto her bed. Pushing aside some tissue paper separating the clothing from the pine needles, she pulled the silk chemise, the Sabrina pink silk chemise from the box. “Aw!” Sitting on the bed, she reached for the other boxes finding all her abandoned purchases in a flood of pine needles. There was a note. Reaching for the note, she bit her lower lip between her teeth. “How do you feel about leather?” it said. Dropping onto the bed on her back, she fell among the lingerie and pine needles, her arm going over her eyes as she held the note in her hand. “Oh help me! I’m going to end up raping my own husband!” There was a low whistle at the bedroom door begging for her attention. Ric stood there holding his jacket off his finger. He let it drop to the floor entering the room, his hand reaching for his tie. “It’s not rape if the victim is willing,” he told her as his hands unfastened his cuffs, pulling his shirt from his pants. Alexis lifted herself on her elbows to view him as he unbuttoned his shirt leaving it hanging open. “Breaking and entering again?” she asked softly. Ric kicked off his shoes before climbing on the bed, his hand pushing the boxes off. His hands going to either side of her head, trapping her on the bed smelling of pine needles, as he leaned over her. “You got a pair of cuffs?” he asked smiling as his eye took on a wicked gleam. “I’ll let you do a citizen’s arrest.” Alexis’s hands went up under his open shirt to span his sides along his ribs watching his mouth coming closer. “We should maybe talk about this,” she suggested. “We just did,” he said before mating his mouth to hers.
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