”I thought you might need some cold water”

I raised an eyebrow.

”You were wet before falling into the river” there it was her mischievous look again.

I chuckled a deep chuckle, I didn’t even feel like blushing now. She really knew what I was feeling, and I didn’t care about hiding it anymore. I wanted her to know. I wanted her hands all over my body. I wanted her to make the ache I felt between my legs go away. I wanted her. I needed her.

We both went serious, her dark eyes made darker by what I’ve noticed was arousal. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and I shivered at the anticipation of it all. Of her mouth against mine, her hands on my body. And our lips finally met half way. Neither of us started it, we both did it together. The hunger was palpable in that kiss; satiating our souls, the battle between our tongues became more and more urgent as we both gave in the ecstatic sensation. I felt her hands on my sides, pushing me against the rocks. The smell of her wet skin, mixed to the musk that covered the stone inebriated me. She pressed her body against mine and I moaned, the tension that built up during the previous hours was thick, and it all crashed down right then.

”Please, tell me to stop now, if you don’t want this. I might not be able to stop if we go ahead” she whispered, as our mouths reluctantly parted. I could feel her heart beating against my chest.

I only stared at her, shaking my head. I didn’t want her to stop. I grabbed her face and kept her there, carrying on what we started. We kissed and it seemed like we were meant to do that. To be there, right at that moment. My wet clothes, the fresh air against them didn’t bother me. Bette’s warmth was giving me a burning sensation, and it showed as I frantically tried to take ahold of my shirt and battled with the buttons. Eager to feel my skin pressed against hers she helped me get rid of the last garment that became an obstacle. Her stare went down to my chest, and she smiled her beautiful smile, admiring my naked body.

”You are a piece of art” she said, her voice hoarse.

If we weren’t in that contest, I would have probably asked her how could she possibly know about art. But I didn’t care, I was her piece of art and I wanted her to admire me. And I surrendered. I let out another moan as her mouth came to meet my right nipple. My head fell back, as I arched my back, giving her more space to be able to intensify the already wonderful sensation. ”Oh, my God” those words came out so naturally.

Words that encouraged her. Tracing the tip of her tongue between my breasts, she reached my neck, and nibbled and sucked. Parts of my body that I didn’t know existed came to life, and they were all linked to one another, coming together to their termination, right between my legs. Just where her thigh was rubbing, sending shocks every now and then. The more she sucked, the more I felt like crying for the wonder of it all.

I found myself moving my hips, trying to soothe my ache, asking for some kind of relief. And I was shocked, and surprised, because as far as I remembered, no man had ever made me feel that way.

”Please” I uttered. I didn’t even know what I was pleading for. But she obliged. Crashing her mouth against mine, in a matter of seconds she grabbed the back of my knees and linked my legs behind her lower back, and our centers finally met. Like two magnets they matched perfectly. And she started to grind against me. Core against core, tongue against tongue. If someone asked me what Heaven is like, that was it. As I trailed my fingers along her back, I heard the most beautiful sound ever.

She moaned, she was loving me with her, near her, almost inside of her.And she quickened the pace, and I felt myself getting closer to something I’ve never felt before. Then she joined me.