Music on the Wind, page 2
Graham grew suddenly still, her clear dark eyes focused unerringly on Anna’s. She parted Anna’s robe and skimmed it off her shoulders, dropping it behind them on the bed. Then she curved an arm around Anna’s waist and pulled her close, caressing her breasts as she kissed her. Anna moaned and leaned into Graham’s embrace.
A moment later, Graham glided her lips along the rim of Anna’s ear. “Perhaps the tour should wait until morning.”
Anna’s heart pounded and her stomach tingled in that “wanting to be touched” kind of way that always made her long for Graham’s talented hands. Shaking her head, she gently disengaged. “I want to walk with you for a while and think about how wonderful you’re going to make me feel later.”
“It’s a clear night, isn’t it? A little bit cool.”
“Yes,” Anna said, slipping the sweater over her head, loving the freedom of having nothing against her skin except the soft, familiar fabric. “How can you tell?”
“The air is very sharp and crisp, despite the salt spray. It feels as if there’s nothing between my skin and the stars except the night.”
“There isn’t. When we go up on deck, I’ll point them out to you. The stars.”
“I’d like that.”
Anna brushed a lock of dark hair back from Graham’s forehead and laughed softly as it promptly fell back. Graham’s hair, though carefully styled for the concert stage, was still casually roguish. Traces of gray streaked her temples now, and although she was naturally pale and slender, she radiated vitality and passion with every breath.
“I love you,” Anna whispered. Not that long ago Graham had nearly slipped away, and Anna would never forget the agony of almost losing her.
Graham looked up from buttoning her jeans, and as always, Anna felt her gaze. Graham couldn’t see her, had never seen her, but she had never felt so known in all the ways that mattered.
“I love you.” Graham held out her hand. “Are you prepared to be my tour guide?”
“Always.” Anna threaded her fingers through Graham’s. “We are in the center of the main room of the suite right now. The bed—a queen size, very nice—is behind us. To your left are—”
“Two sets of double doors to the veranda, which faces the bow and overlooks the port side of the ship. We’re on deck nine—Pegasio, which is the highest level containing passenger cabins. To our right is the sitting room and the door to the bath.”
“I told you all this earlier, didn’t I?” Anna said, laughing.
“You did. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have gone out onto the veranda.”
“Uh huh,” Anna said with a hint of disbelief. She tugged Graham toward the door and opened it. “The hallway is ten feet wide with cabin doors opening every twenty feet or so along it. We’re at the very front of this deck, so if we walk down the corridor to the central foyer, we’ll reach the elevators.”
Anna waited while Graham closed the door, her right hand on the handle, and pivoted to face the direction in which they would walk. Although Graham had not been born blind, she had developed an unerring sense of herself in relationship to her environment and adapted very quickly to new surroundings. Still, she could not see and that made her vulnerable, and Anna was intensely attuned to that fact every moment of the day. And every moment of the day, she worked hard so that Graham would not sense her worry.
“Ready?” Anna asked.
Graham took Anna’s hand as any lover would upon embarking on a stroll. “Yes.”
“The ship is almost nine hundred feet long, which is almost . . .” Anna hesitated, working on the math as they walked.
“A little bit over an eighth of a mile.” Graham tucked Anna’s hand in the bend of her arm.
“Something like that.” Anna laughed. “Now, this deck actually overlooks one of the main restaurants two decks below.” They reached the end of the passageway and Anna stopped. “Have you been counting?”
“Yes. To the right are the elevators?”
“That’s right. And to the left is the open balcony that rings the restaurant below. Halfway around in that direction are the doors to one of the outside pools. There’s also a cabana and bar out there, but they’re closed tonight, of course.” Anna wanted to tell Graham not to attempt navigating anywhere in this area by herself, but she refrained. In all likelihood Graham would not go anywhere without her. As independent as Graham might be, she wasn’t foolhardy. “We can go down to the lounge now, or check out the decks where the health spas and casinos are located, or we can go outside and see the stars.”
“We’ll have plenty of time to explore the rest of the ship tomorrow,” Graham said, draping her arm around Anna’s shoulders. “I opt for stars tonight.”
“Good.” Anna encircled Graham’s waist and tilted her head against Graham’s shoulder. “Let’s find a deck chair to cuddle up in.”
Once outside, Anna chose a deck lounger out of the wind and away from the few couples who stood at the rail on the far side of the pool, apparently taking in the view. She tilted the back of the lounger so that it was nearly reclining and said, “You lie down first.”
Graham stretched out and Anna settled between her legs, her back to Graham’s chest. When Graham’s arms came around her, she clasped them and nuzzled her face against Graham’s neck. “Perfect.”
“Are you cold?” Graham murmured with her lips against Anna’s ear.
“No, not with you holding me this way.”
“Can you count the stars?”
Anna laughed. “There are thousands.”
Graham eased one hand free from Anna’s grip and slid it underneath the bottom of Anna’s sweater, spreading her fingers over Anna’s stomach. “How many can you see directly above us?”
“Oh,” Anna mused, realizing how many small stars there were between the bright points of the constellations. “Hundreds.”
“Even the wind is different out here,” Graham said, tilting her head to one side. “It ebbs and flows as if the sky itself were breathing. Or playing for us.”
Anna closed her eyes, hoping to capture the refrain that Graham heard in the night sky. The stars still sparkled beneath her closed lids and her skin tingled, stirred by Graham’s fingers moving rhythmically on her bare stomach, recreating the wind-song on her skin. Graham did that unconsciously when a melody formed in her mind, her pianist’s fingers playing chords as the music came to her. Anna had fallen hopelessly in love watching Graham play and had lost her heart to the woman whose music was life. Now, years later, she fell in love with her all over again every time Graham played. Tonight, she felt her play.
“Your hands are so warm.” Anna shifted her hips between Graham’s legs, feeling the heat spread from Graham’s hands throughout her stomach and settle deep, deep inside.
“Your skin is so soft.” Graham skimmed her other hand beneath Anna’s sweater, this hand cooler than the first had been. When Anna tensed, Graham stilled. “Too cold?”
“Mmm, no. It feels wonderful.” Anna kissed Graham’s neck, then, eyes still closed, she arched one arm back and slid her hand behind Graham’s neck, tugging Graham’s head lower so she could find her mouth. She kissed her, exploring her lips and inside her mouth as if her tongue were all she could see or touch her with. When Graham lightly sucked on the tip of her tongue, Anna moaned. “I think we should go back to our cabin.”
“I think you should let us play for you, the wind and I.” Graham cupped Anna’s breasts and rippled her fingers over the nipples, scoring the melody, note by flowing note. “Listen, Anna.”
Anna strained to feel what Graham heard, her body electric with silent sound. A sliver of cool night air licked her belly where Graham’s wrists tented her sweater, and she tightened inside. Or was it Graham’s fingertips, as soft and clever as her mouth, gracefully tracing a phrase over her breast, striking a cantabile deep in her flesh that ignited the familiar ache? Anna couldn’t tell. Like a countermelody, elusive and sweet, she felt Graham’s hands in places beyond her body and her blood. Her passion brimmed and pulsed, as fluid and graceful as the chords that flowed beneath Graham’s hands on the concert stage. Pleasure pierced her nipples and converged in a single point between her legs. She floated on the music flowing in and around her—the distant rush of water, Graham’s heartbeat, her own breathless moans. So much beauty to hold, too much pleasure to contain. She ached to spill into the night, onto the wind, over Graham’s hands.
“Graham,” Anna gasped, trembling in the curve of Graham’s body, “what you’re doing to me. I can’t keep it all inside. I need to . . . oh, God I need to let go. Will you make me come?”
“Yes,” Graham breathed against Anna’s ear. “Anything. Always.”
Anna fumbled to open her slacks. “It won’t take very long. I’m so ready for you.”
“Don’t hurry.” Graham slid her hand down Anna’s stomach, beneath her shorts, and cupped her tenderly. “Tell me what you see.”
“Lights sparkling everywhere. Endlessly.” Anna arched her back and pressed herself to Graham’s palm. She was wet and open, aching to be filled. “Please put your fingers on me . . . oh, I love when you touch me . . .”
“Is the moon very bright?”
“Yes, very . . . oh, there, that’s perfect . . . just keep touching me there and I’ll—”
“What else?” Graham caressed her lingeringly, then fleetingly, now harder, then softly, coaxing every note from her flesh.
“Wisps of cloud . . . there, oh you’re prefect . . . touch right there . . .” Anna whimpered when Graham’s fingertip circled the spot on the underside of her straining clitoris that always made her come. She needed to come so badly she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, but still she tried. She wanted Graham to see. “Clouds . . . like a veil obscuring the face of a beautiful woman . . . I’m going to come soon, darling.”
Graham stroked faster, massaging the place that made Anna moan. “You’re my night sky, Anna,” Graham whispered, “and the light of all my days.”
Anna’s orgasm played in her depths, a teasing melody she couldn’t quite grasp. “Inside . . . I need you inside me . . . darling, please.”
“Do you hear it, love?” Graham entered her, one finger after the other until Anna tightened around her and tossed her head in wordless pleasure. Groaning, Graham pressed harder. “You will always be the music, Anna.”
“You’ll make me . . . oh, God, I can’t . . .” Anna pushed down against Graham’s hand, forcing her deeper. “More . . . bring me, darling . . . oh, I’m so close now . . .”
“Listen, Anna,” Graham urged, thrusting smoothly, her movements a glissando that carried her lover toward climax. “Listen to the . . .”
“I’m coming,” Anna cried softly, burying her face against Graham’s chest. She sobbed her joy into the night and the wind carried her song to the stars. “I love you. I love you with all I am.”
Graham held Anna tightly, her mouth skimming Anna’s. “I love you. When I touch you, I . . .” Her voice drifted off as Anna kissed her throat and worked a hand inside her jeans.
“You what, darling?” Anna cupped and squeezed with a slow, steady rhythm, the last notes of her own orgasm still drifting through her body. Graham was hot beneath her hand, her slim form vibrating with tension. Graham always needed release right after she made Anna come, needed Anna to finish her quickly and hard. “Can you still hear the windsong?”
“Yes,” Graham groaned, covering Anna’s hand and guiding Anna’s fingers to the hard ache between her thighs. “Anna . . . Anna . . .”
“What, my love?”
Graham cupped Anna’s cheek as the first surge of release broke through her. “The sky,” she gasped, shuddering helplessly in Anna’s embrace, “the sky is beautiful out here, isn’t it?”
“So beautiful.” Anna took care that her tears did not fall on Graham’s face. As much as her heart ached for the hurt that even her boundless love could not heal, she rejoiced in knowing that their love song was eternal.
About the Author
Radclyffe has written sixty romance and romantic intrigue novels as well as a paranormal romance series, The Midnight Hunters, as L.L. Raand.
She is a three-time Lambda Literary Award winner in romance and erotica and received the Dr. James Duggins Outstanding Mid-Career Novelist Award by the Lambda Literary Foundation. A member of the Saints and Sinners Literary Hall of Fame, she is also an RWA/FF&P Prism Award winner for Secrets in the Stone, an RWA FTHRW Lories and RWA HODRW winner for Firestorm, an RWA Bean Pot winner for Crossroads, an RWA Laurel Wreath winner for Blood Hunt, and a Book Buyers Best award winner for Price of Honor and Secret Hearts. She is also a featured author in the 2015 documentary film Love Between the Covers, from Blueberry Hill Productions.
In 2004 she founded Bold Strokes Books, one of the world’s largest independent LGBTQ publishing companies, and is the current president and publisher.
Find her at facebook.com/Radclyffe.BSB, follow her on Twitter @RadclyffeBSB, and visit her website at Radfic.com.
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Radclyffe, Music on the Wind
