Moments ago,I’d bitten my lip to stop the pain of the past from falling like hot tears down my face. Now, warm water churns around us, gentle and cleansing through my soul. All the words I should’ve said dried up in my throat, as usual. Same occurrence, a hundred times over. I condemn myself for my faults in our relationship. We’re the epitome of the power exchange between man and woman: I’ve become his weakness, and he is my strength. Leith’s only mistake is his difficulty in prying open the shell I keep locked on the smallest fragment of my heart that never belonged to him in the first place. The part of my heart reserved for first love as presented by my father and mother.
Leith’s gaze lowers to my lips for just a second. I can tell he’s second-guessing the fighter in him, the one who demands answers.
“Make love to me,” I rasp, pushing the hair from Leith’s eyes, which have grown dark as fiery cobalt. He presses his lips to my mouth, making my heart flutter. A genuine warmth suffuses his features as he groans, deepening the kiss.
My dress drags me down into the water. Leith grips at the chiffon material. “Leith!” The sopping blue rag floats away, leaving me in my panties and bra.
“Nae complaining.” Hunger pulses through his aura. His jaw clinches, division evident. He covets more of me, all of me. For now, he’ll submit to that single part of my heart that always belonged to him in the first place. And with this submission, he’ll rage like a caged animal.
Leith encircles a hand around my waist. Water stirs swiftly into tiny bubbles, tickling my flesh as he brings me flush to him. Our lips seal, his forceful, dominating mine with reckless abandon. While Leith’s urgent touch sears and claims my curves, my hands drift over his shoulders. My tongue surrenders to his, not fighting or warring him as usual. His jaw scrapes my skin in delicious friction. He is war, commanding. I’m peace, yielding. My sex jumps and squeezes, easing the friction.
The trance-induced way he kisses me causes a surreal balm to flood my soul, all the way to my spirit. Every once in a while, Leith’s kiss becomes a new experience. The taste of his tongue, twirling around mine, cannot be branded as sweet. It’s a kiss of passion. Of a man denied.
“Mmmm.” I’m left dizzy, smiling.
“I love ye, Chevelle,” Leith declares.
With oxygen stammering through my chest, I reply, “I love you with all of me, Leith.”
As he unbuttons his shirt, I ogle him, exposing each tanned pec. I push my tits together, and a jagged breath escapes his sexy mouth. In response, his fingers fumble over a button. I arch a brow, unclasping the latch of my bra, and dangle it like a tassel over my index finger. He’s only halfway finished the button down.
“You could be diddy-riding my breasts.”
“When I get out of my pants,” he says, lust marring his gruff tone. “I’m gonna lick and love those titties the way they’re meant—”
I grip his designer linen shirt, ready to rip it off his athletic frame. Except, the execution I anticipated falters as the shirt’s threading holds steady.
“This is my favorite, lass!” Leith gasps.
“Seems fair since you’re always ripping off my clothes.” My eyes warn of his impending doom if he doesn’t help me. Hiding half a smile, Leith places my hands over his, assisting with my shredding him out of the shirt.
He moves like a merman, getting out of his pants. I float closer, and Leith tightens an arm around my waist. “Now, I’m gonna have to torture ye for yer insolence.”
My pulse flutters, fingertips following the muscular V-shape groove of his hips. “Do your worst.”
Leith cups my face with his hands, sealing my request with a kiss that would threaten to knock me off my feet were I not already floating. The expert movements of his tongue tantalize gasps from my throat until the world disappears, and only the two of us exist tonight. It’s like two lovers’ first kiss, and I’m lucky enough to feel this pleasure every time he’s near. He kisses me so long that it takes a few moments to realize he’s pulled away.
Leith dunks down into the water and pushes my panties to the side, baring my valley to his mouth. Fire sparks inside me as his tongue laps, and his hands cup me tight.
“Oh my, oh my . . .” My heart skips a few beats. Vision to the sky, the stars become an infinite blur as waves of pleasure increase, each one crashing more intensely than the last. “Oh, I can’t—can’t breathe.”
Can he breathe?He’s eating like it’s a holiday feast, so I assume he’s fine. Leith has backed me against the colorful tile steps. I attempt to clutch at the blue-green glass tile, coming quicker than I ever have.
Leith breaks the surface. My eyes drink my fill of him, liking all that I’m seeing. Breathless, I examine tiny specks of water sliding down his biceps. I tread water, bearing him, pumping his dick in my hands.
“Nae, hen. Ye asked me to make love to ya,” he groans, fortitude draining. Leith removes my hand from his sex. His mouth meets my neck, fingers teasing and circling my tingling nub. I buck my hips, gasping as his dick takes over where his fingertips just worshipped.
I wrap my legs around him. His arousal sinks through my resistance.
“Chevelle,feck, I’ll never get used to this.” He sits there, inside my wet walls, letting us get used to the wonderful stretch. “How doye bless me so? Ye stay so tight for me.” His declaration ends in a growl that leaves my body trembling around him as he starts to move.
First slowly, so deliberate, so torturous that I’m tempted to pull out my hair and his. I hiss, “Leith, you’re killing me.”
He grinds into my pussy, pulls out slowly, then strokes all the way to the hilt, repeating it all over again. The speed is picking up. Leith anchors my hips with his hands, prompting me to move in tandem, matching his strokes.
“Don’t stop!” I shiver.
“Nae, hen, never.” He pounds. The water rages around us, the bubbles swishing as I claw his back and anchor myself into him. We’re surrounded by water, but the wildfire of ecstasy within us is unquenched. Leith hits the spot, detonating an orgasm that has me exploding in his arms.