When was the last time I had enjoyed a decent swim? That had never happened since I didn’t have a pool nor did I have the habit of barging into other people’s homes to do just that. Growing up poor didn’t give a lot of opportunities to enjoy such delightful past times.
“Kyle will take forever anyway, so why not?” I shrugged as I giddily took off my dress, blushing as I did so, even though no one was watching me. I felt naughty. I had been a good girl for so long.
I swam to my heart’s desire, naked and free. It felt fantastic to feel the water glide over my skin as I powered through, swimming to the other end of the pool. It took me another half an hour or so before I decided to pluck the champagne from its icy cocoon and drink its contents straight from the bottle. Once that fizzle deliciousness was finished, I peddled on to the next and opened a vintage red wine. There were an array of cheese selections and fruits, so I lightly nibbled on those before resuming back to the pool.
Flipping to float on my back with a content smile splaying on my face, I shut my eyes and thought of nothing. Then I heard someone clear their throat.
Fack!
My eyes immediately sprung open, and I spotted Kyle standing against one of the archways, eyes openly feasting on my breasts with unmistakable expression written on his face. He was seeing my naked body, so acting modest and covering my breasts and nether regions would be pointless. Yes, I was palpably nervous, but I was also in the same measure emboldened somehow.
As graciously as possible, I unhurriedly treaded toward the stairs of the pool and began to ascend from the water before facing him with unperturbed expression. “Would you be a gentleman and get me a robe please?”
His hazel eyes flickered, burning as they roamed over my body, praising with adoration and burning desire. “Who said I was a gentleman?”
“What do you intend to do, then? Stare at me all afternoon?” I was a quivering mess as I tried to meet his intense gaze.
His eyes spoke for him. They were like liquid gold, fiery and indubitably mesmerizing. They drew me in with the power to make my body pulsate and throb for him. My body reacted like it did when River would cast a spell on it—a feat that exhilarated me to no end.
River, the very thought of him, killed me a little. He would hate me if he knew what I was up to.
“That’s a good question, Cara,” he said as he gradually closed the gap between us. “You have one of the most beautiful body I have ever set my eyes on. And the best thing about it is … it’s all real.” He gently massaged my breast, molding it against his palm before tugging on my nipple. I bit into my lip and moaned out loud. “May I taste you, Cara?”
“Just … kiss me,” I begged, cementing my fate with the consequences that was about to happen next.
His lips came upon my own with such ferocity it made my head spin. Kyle, like his bad boy persona, didn’t do gentle. His fervor was consistently felt through his kiss, his hands, and his cock that was about to combust in his jeans. He didn’t dare take me to bed. Instead, he hastily took his clothes off as he deepened our kiss. Once he freed himself, I heard the sound of a foil opening before I felt him apply it on his rigid phallus. Then I felt his fingers probe and violate my opening, slightly sliding into my wet channel, testing if I was ready for his throbbing onslaught.
“You take my breath away, Cara,” he groaned before plunging into my depths. He did it in such an acute manner that I almost bit his lip in the process. He wasn’t as big as River, but Kyle was way beyond normal, so it took a few strokes to finally get my body in sync with his. And once it did, I became the lustful unbidden woman I was.
He unapologetically took me right there on the spot, against the heated limestone searing against my back as he pounded into my pussy without restraint or inhibitions. I welcomed it all, each stroke, each kiss, washing my sins away, hoping to erase what my heart tried to quietly tell me.
Kyle had a way to silence the riotous madness in my mind. Being with him here was a reprieve from my chaotic life. Isolated in this sweet paradise, the outside world barely existed.
Much to our luck, Mr. Woodhull and his wife had to head back to Los Angeles that very same night, but extended their offer in letting us stay in their mansion that had round the clock staff and chef to cater to their guests. Who in their right mind would resist such a tempting offer?
I knew that I was beyond saving, and no matter. Kyle was unbelievable as a lover and even an amazing person to converse with. If we weren’t busy dirtying the sheets, we would eat and swim, enjoying the time together. We didn’t visit our past or present—we simply existed.
We were both scarred and in some ways, we had a silent understanding between each other. We were friends, lovers, and everything in-between with no strings attached. For that, I was undyingly grateful.
Whatever the next chapter brought, I knew I weaved my own fate, the consequences and the results.