Light Dragons 03 - Sparks Fly

stroking over the lid of the phylactery box. “Less traffic that way.”
    “No,” Baltic said stubbornly, taking me into his arms and divesting me of both his shirt and the box. “It is your desire to make love out here, and that is what we will do. Now lie back and let me pleasure you.”
    “You know the rules,” I said, stroking my hand down the thick muscles of his chest. “If we play that way, I get to ask you questions.”
    “No questions,” he said, leaning over me until I did as he said and lay back on the blanket, giggling a little at the scowl and firm-set jaw. It never failed to amuse me how he could be simultaneously annoyed and seductive. “Just lovemaking. We will commence with-”
    “Oh no, I get to use my toy on you. That’s what I was going to do before we were disturbed.”
    His scowl darkened. “I do not need sexual aids to arouse me, mate. And neither do you!”
    I laughed at the outrage in his voice, and softened my amusement by wiggling against him. “No, of course you don’t, and you know full well I don’t need anything but you to make me a mindless blob of sated woman, but that doesn’t mean we can’t try something new now and again, just to broaden our minds.”
    He glared at the object I retrieved. “What is it?”
    “It’s, for lack of a better explanation, electric knuckles. Here, sit up and I’ll show you.”
    Reluctantly, he rolled off me and sat up, his eyes suspicious as I turned on the device and ran it over his shoulder muscles.
    “See? It’s like when someone massages you, using the knuckles to dig into your muscles. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
    “I prefer your hands to a metallic substitute,” he said, but he leaned into it when I pushed harder on the tendons at the base of his neck.
    “Obviously hands are best for a massage,” I agreed, running it down his spine. “But this can do more than just what it was intended for.”
    His eyes narrowed as I moved it around to his leg, letting it vibrate on his thigh muscle for a moment. “In what way-”
    He sucked in his breath as I slid the little machine up toward his genitals, just teasing the sides of his testicles.
    “Now, tell me that isn’t fun,” I cooed, pushing him down onto his back so I could have access to all those spots I wanted to torment.
    “It is ... not unpleasant,” he admitted, squirming just a little when I let the machine buzz his inner thighs.
    I bent down to take one tasty little nipple in my mouth as I ran the machine up his thigh again until it reached the apex, allowing it to vibrate against the base of his penis. He froze for a few seconds; then suddenly I was on my back, and he was looming over me, the machine in his hands. “Now it is my turn!”
    “But I bought that for yoooo-” The sentence ended in a howl as I writhed beneath him. He was merciless with that blasted machine, touching me with it first on my breasts, then my thighs, then back to my breasts, my neck, my belly ... following each touch with his mouth, his tongue burning a hot brand on my even hotter flesh, his fire sweeping around us both in a spiral that seemed to go on forever. By the time he got done teasing me to a frenzy, I was mindless with pleasure and cried my rapture up to the night sky.
    It took a very long time for me to pull my wits together again; when I did, I found Baltic lying next to me on his back, his big chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, the electric knuckles clutched in his hand still buzzing gently.
    “I am so going to stock up on batteries,” I told him, taking it from him and switching it off.
    “Get a case of them,” he agreed.
    “Now, aren’t you glad you let me try something-”
    “Ysolde? Is that you I heard? Do you have a minute? I really need to-lordisa!”
    I sighed as Baltic jerked the blanket over me. “I swear, there’s more traffic through this garden than Grand Central Station.” I grabbed my shirt and jeans, quickly pulling them on.
    Baltic, with a few choice words muttered under his breath, donned his clothing, as well.
    “Good evening, Maura. I’m delighted to see you again, although I do wish you hadn’t seen quite so much of Baltic.”
    “I’m so sorry,” she said, her back to us. “I only got a glimpse. I had no idea you were out here doing what you were doing. And I’d go inside to wait for you, but I’m afraid this concerns my mother, and is rather important, and ... and ... I’m really at my wit’s end.”
    Baltic, who had