Page 122 of Crystal Iris
I take off my boots, and then my jeans. I’m nearly unbuttoning my shirt when Hoyt asks, “Iris?”
“Swim with me,” I say.
The water feels cold at first, but I get used to it quickly. Hoyt copies me, undressing right away. He’s looking at me intensely; thenight is bright with the full moon shining on the water. I can see his face, his beautiful eyes. I need to feel him.
I swim closer. Our bodies respond to the first touch immediately.
This time,I kiss him. Slowly and fast, I want it all but I also want to take my time. I move my lips on his, our tongues meet.
And then he kisses me. With the same need as mine. He moves his mouth down my neck, to my collarbone. I have to hold tight on to him when the water pulls me away. I wrap my legs around him and we stay like that for a while, kissing.
“You are beautiful,” he says, pulling away just enough for me to see his eyes blink.
“Thank you for being…patient with me,” I say, touching his face.
“I would have waited my whole life for this,” he tells me, grabbing my hair gently.
He moves his hands over my body, feeling every part of me. He plays with my nipples and I moan at the sensation. He caresses each breast, taking his sweet time.
We are both working hard to do this underneath the water.Definitely not the easiest thing.
I move my hand to sense his arms, his chest, every muscle. I continue studying him; I slide my hands lower, to his cock. Hard,so hard.He responds to my touch, kissing me almost violently.
His hands move to my center, descending to my entrance. He touches me slow, gentle, increasing with each stroke. I don’t know how I have been able to wait this long for him. I’m starting to lose control when he moves his hands away.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him and he smiles between our kiss.
“I thought you said…wicked slow is”—he kisses my neck, biting my ear—“very good.”
“I lied,” I say, yearning for him to resume what he started.
He laughs but his hands goes back to rubbing my bundle of nerves.
“More,” I whisper in his ears.
He inserts a finger and I struggle to stay connected.
“The water,” I say, trying to hold on.
He starts to pull me closer to where our feet can meet the sand. As soon as we get our feet down, he grabs me to him.
He is moving his fingers again, on me, in me.
Ours prisms are connected, shining under the water.
I want all of him, I need him inside me…and when I try, he pulls back and turns me around.
“It’s my turn…to take things slow,” he whispers while my body leans on his.
“What?” I ask him, arching my body.
“Tonight, it’s about you,” he says, using both hands.
He adds another finger and I melt. His precise movements are impossible to take. I moan and let my nails dig into his skin, my entire body consumed by my orgasm.
“Hoyt! Iris!” We hear Broc calling our names minutes later.
We freeze. He calls again and we know something is wrong.
