Page 144 of Chandelier Enthralled
“You want this?” he asked, as though needing to confirm it.
I pressed my lips to his, speaking against his mouth. “Yes.”
We kissed again, mouths crashing against each other, tongues searching, a moan, his and then mine, born out of relief and need and wanting. He was touching me all over, exploring, as though this was what he’d always wanted to do.
We swirled and the water buffered us, only nature witnessing our friendship morphing into something more, something the stars had predicted, that Greyson and I would find each other in this chaos of life, finding refuge in one another.
Our caresses spoke in the silence, leaving no use for words that would have failed us. Each kiss, each embrace, was an unspoken promise, a delicate trust building between us. My eyes locked with his, offering a quiet understanding, sharing a depth of emotion and sensation, tender and rough and everything in between. In this moment, there was no other reality, no world other than ours, our affection was a show of devotion expressed through this whirling passion.
“I need you inside me,” I begged, unable to fight off this need anymore.
He bit my earlobe. “There’s no going back, Willa, if we do this.” But he was already gripping his shaft, aligning it, as though unable to hold back after hearing my cry of need.
“I want you.”
A moment of doubt flashed in his eyes and then he said, “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to fuck me.”
His fingertip traced my mouth, and he pulled my bottom lip down. “God, your mouth is everything.”
Then, suddenly, he’d eased into me, gently, watching my expression, reading me, making sure I could tolerate his hugeness, the pressure of him inside feeling taut and then pleasurable, causing me to yearn for more closeness, even as we were one. I wrapped my thighs around his waist to grip him to me.
He was standing on the bottom of the pool and that allowed him full control, yet he let me lead, allowing me to find my way as I curved my hips, finding that perfect place where I could also rub myself against him, opening wider for his girth, that bite of pain inside dissipating leaving in its place a lustful pang.
My moan entered his mouth as he kissed me again, our tongues lashing in frenzied exploration as we proved we both needed more, needed this to never end.
Giving myself over to him, my heart pounded as I prayed this was only the beginning.
This, our second chance.
Another wave of desire hit me as his pelvis crashed against my clit, moving with a delicious friction. His left hand cupped my breast, fingers squeezing my pert nipple and bringing even more devastating pleasure.
Water swirled around us with the urgency of our bodies to find release, forcing us to cling to each other in shared longing.
His palm on the back of my head was holding our kiss together as though parting was too cruel to endure.
“Fuck,” he hissed against my mouth, breathing me in like oxygen.
I ground myself against him, searching out the friction I needed as he leaned in to nibble my earlobe and kiss my throat. His soft growls as he thrust into me made me feel even more wanton and needy.
Then, he stared into my eyes, watching me come, watching my jaw go lax as my groans escaped.
The world slipped away, dissolving, as the essence of who we were screamed out silently, a cry that reverberated through the very core of my being as this sexual fantasy came alive—so vivid, so brilliant, it gripped me in its inescapable embrace.
My orgasm hit, tearing me apart and yet making me whole, capturing my breath, my body and my soul, forcing me against him as he, too, shuddered his release.
We stilled, holding onto each other closely, panting our way to calmness with small content smiles as our heart rates slowed, beating together, his chest against mine.
Finally, he broke away, his gaze burning into mine, his expression full of respect and understanding.
Then he reached for me again, his hand caressing my face. “You don’t feel real,” he whispered.
Right before breakfast, I’d placed an order for a curated selection of clothes to be delivered straight to the house—the magic of online shopping.
Not long after it arrived, Willa was dressed in the T-shirt, shorts, and hiking shoes we’d picked out together. They all fit well, too, considering. She really did look adorable in anything, even with her hair tied back the way she had it now.
With our sunglasses on and water bottles filled to the brim, we set off on a hike up the pathway starting just behind my home.
