Elysian Fields

CHAPTER 26

Dark hair pooled around a heart-shaped face wearing heart-shaped sunglasses. The scarlet pucker parted, slender olive-toned fingers raising a plump grape guillotined in two by a row of perfect pearls. Juice dripped down the pointed chin and a sensual tongue darted out to catch it, trailing up and around the cherry pucker before disappearing once more. One chew. Two. Three. A swallow. Lower lip sucked in between teeth and a breathy giggle burst forth.

"I'm a mess..." the husky voice was a carnal vibration, bashful and sexy.

The woman sat up on her chaise, one leg bent at an angle, golden skin glistening under a layer of oil, the sun making her skin appear to shimmer. Then again, maybe that was just her skin. Pushing voluminous locks behind her shoulder, the woman swung her legs over to the side with a sigh. A satyr bent low to offer her an icy glass of water, which she took without hesitation, drinking the glass down in long, sultry swallows. Never once did her deep chocolate eyes leave the gaze of the satyr before her, not even when she passed back the empty glass and licked the moisture off of her upper lip slowly, so slowly, that the sun grew jealous of the heat created by such a minute gesture.

"Thanks," she stood, shrugging out of a sheer cover up. She took a few steps away from the satyr before glancing back over her shoulder at the creature, winking. "I was thirsty."

She allowed her gaze to linger long enough for the satyr to grow uncomfortable, a sweat breaking out over his brow as he fumbled to gather her cover up and glass to move them beneath the shade. The cherry pucker broke into a smirk. What a daft fool to think that she meant anything she said or did around him.

The brunette's bathing suit left very little to the imagination, strips of pale pink material fashioned together to create a strapless band that wrapped around two shapely breasts and a small triangle that covered her privates. Slinking into the pool, every movement was slow, meticulous, and deliberate. Gliding through the crystalline water, she pushed her sunglasses off of the bridge of her nose, fashioning a makeshift headband to hold her hair out of her eyes. A large round raft drifted her way on a warm breeze and she grasped it with manicured fingers, hoisting herself up on the puffed up plastic disc. Settling in the center of the raft, she laid herself back, legs crossed at the ankles and arms draped up over her head, fingers languidly skimming the water. She closed her eyes, humming softly to herself as she let the water take her wherever it desired.

Some time had passed and she flipped over, giving the sun equal access to her backside. Hair pushed off to the side, she folded her arms into a makeshift pillow, resting a cheek against her arms. She would never tire of this life. Drifting towards the edge of the pool, the woman grasped the tiles with her fingers, holding herself steady. She would need a drink soon enough and didn't want to exert herself more than she needed to.

A shadow cast itself in her line of sunshine and that pout returned, brows furrowing.

"I'm not thirsty yet, Bartholomew, but when I am, I'll let you know," she waved a hand absentmindedly in the air. "Scurry along."

The shadow remained, unmoving and silent, and the brunette's nostrils flared. She did not take being ignored kindly.

"I said, scurry along," her voice was gruff, firm. The sexy, husky tone slipping.

A mirthless chuckle whispered into existence. "I'd reconsider how you speak to me, Aphrodite."

A chill ran down the woman's spine and a smirk darted across her lips. She eased herself into the pool and folded her arms on the tiled edge, glancing up at the owner of the voice.

"Hades," she breathed, all pouts and batting eyelashes. "Interested in a dip?"

"And what would dear Hephaestus say if he found you and I frolicking in his pool?"