and I tried and failed to catch it, feeling as though I were submerged beneath the water, drenched in him.
Time seemed to dissolve…
Damien pulled out and threw me a rueful smile. “We needed a condom.”
His lips quickly found mine again, ravishing me, as though he wanted me to know we were something greater than before.
Both of us naked and hidden by trees, he carried me out of the Jacuzzi and along the pathway and into the cottage. Damien threw me down on the couch and knelt before me, easing my thighs apart. That same hungry mouth captured my other lips, the ones between shaky thighs, my clit tingling with bliss as his tongue traced along it lovingly.
My body went rigid, completely owned by him as he gave me over to euphoria, my body quivering as he effortlessly stole my soul. Love fluttered out of me like a blossoming flower as Damien unlocked my heart.
A blast of air-conditioning hit the droplets of water on my flesh, causing me to shiver, but all I cared about was being devoured by this man. His firm hands spread my thighs wider, until he’d seemingly had his fill.
Pulling me back up, he carried me down the hallway and kicked open the bathroom door.
Grabbing a condom from a discarded box on the countertop, he then pulled me toward the open shower.
In a daze, leaning against his bare chest, I felt the rush of heat from the water pouring over us. Here is where I wanted to stay…snuggled within these glass walls within the arms of my lover whose touch short-circuited my brain.
I watched as he pulled on the condom, his cock hard and ready.
He dipped his head to suckle on my nipple, his fingers generously remembering the other, sending shockwaves of deliciousness into me. Lifting me, he directed my thighs to wrap around his waist and then he plunged deep inside me with one thrust, sliding in and out like a steady piston.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, baby,” he said, his voice full of sex and need.
I managed a nod before holding on, digging my fingernails into his back to endure the luscious sensations that soon morphed into a blinding intensity. Damien pounded me with fury against the tile, taking me higher again only this time I felt it was his turn to slip away.
His lips at my throat, I heard his moans mix with my cries, captured in the bondage of his masterful fucking.
Damien searched my face as he rode out the rest of his climax. His eyes locked on mine, his expression a mixture of lust and love. Withdrawing from me, he eased me down onto my shaky legs.
I studied his face.
“Don’t do that,” he said.
I looked at him inquisitively through the shower of droplets.
“Don’t over think this,” he added.
My hand moved swiftly to his nape and I pulled him in for a deep kiss, fearing my words might betray me. If spoken, they would bind me to him.
He pulled away as though needing to examine my reaction.
My lips quivered with emotion. “I thought all of this meant we might change the way we are with each other.”
“The way we are?”
“That we’d be kinder.”
He pulled me into a hug, squeezing me against his firm chest. “I might frighten you if I admit…”
My eyes shot up to meet his.
“I’m on the precipice.” His eyes were filled with an emotion I’d never seen in him, the expression on his face held an aura of compassion as he gently stroked my arm.
But he hadn’t fallen yet. Or maybe he had, and he was refusing to admit it. Though showing it seemed inevitable. The way he was with me felt more intense, more connected. His affection flowing freely.
Away from the shower, he dried me off and wrapped a towel around me, then dried himself off.
Reluctantly, I headed off in the opposite direction, wrung out from sex, glancing behind me to see his long, confident stride carry him away from me.
In the bedroom, I blow-dried my hair into waves and applied some light make-up. I decided to put on my flowery sundress and pumps.
Sounds from the kitchen drew me in that direction.
Damien stood at the central island preparing a large salad in a wooden bowl, filling it with lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers and olives. Other vegetables waited on the counter to be chopped and added. The faint scent of garlic and roasting chicken filled the kitchen.
“You’re cooking?”
“Don’t sound so surprised.”
“I want to help.”
Glancing over to the main table that