Page 62 of Broken Melody
“Well, sounds like it’s time to create one. Together. Let’s start with one item at least for now. What’s something you’d love to do? A place you want to visit? Something you want to try?”
“Hmm,” he hums while he thinks, “The first thing that comes to mind is skinny dipping with you.”
Laughing, I stand. “Well come on, let’s scratch that off the list right now.”
“Yeah?” he asks, stands, and immediately takes his shirt off which makes me laugh. I try not to salivate at the view, all tight chest and abs, the man is ridiculously good looking.
“Okay, I’ll close my eyes and you can get in the pool. Then you have to close yours while I get in.”
“What? I have to close my eyes?” he whines like a child and I grin and wait. “Fine,” he says and I immediately turn around. I try not to think too much about the fact that he’s getting naked when I hear the zipper of his jeans and the fabric sliding down his legs. I hear the water ripple as he steps in the pool and move with him as he walks. “Okay,” he says and I hesitate a moment before turning around.
It’s dark enough that I can’t see anything, especially since the lights inside the pool are off. All we have is the light of the moon that’s rising higher and higher in the sky.
“Okay,” I smile. “Turn around and close your eyes.” He smiles and does so and I can’t help but admire the tattoos on his back. I quickly remove my cute skirt and top, slide off my shoes, bra and undies and self consciously walk to the water and wade in, making my way to Maddox.
I place my hands on his back, then move them up to his shoulders. He slowly turns around to face me, and even though I know he can’t really see anything, I feel fully exposed. He looks down and I know he sees the tops of my breasts, maybe a little more, and I can’t help but reach out and touch the firmness of his chest. I trace his tattoos, loving the feel of my fingertip sliding on his skin. Such a small touch to feel so impactful.
He reaches up and pushes my hair from my shoulders like he always does, which I’ve come to love. “The water is warm,” he says and I nod. The moon has risen higher in the sky already and with it at his back, it makes him look like he’s glowing.
“Well, I suppose just standing here isn’t really skinny dipping now is it?” I ask.
“Nope,” he says and then grins. He dives into the water from his standing position and my eyes widen when his firm ass is visible for a moment before it disappears under the water. With a laugh, I start to swim too. I feel him grab for my leg under the water, and I laugh and swim away. He stands and grins. “Hey, what does this remind you of?” I ask right before I splash water in his face.
He wipes his hand from the top of his forehead down and blinks at me rapidly, “I don’t know, what?”
“The day we met,” I tell him and laugh before swimming off.
He catches me in no time and when he does, he pulls my body to his. When our flesh meets I gasp, as does he. I can feel…everything, and suddenly being with him and the way he makes me feel is all I can think about. One moment we’re practically frozen skin to skin, the next, we’re kissing for all we’re worth. His hands dive behind my head and into my hair; mine wrap around his neck and I press myself even firmer against him. The wetness from the water makes his lips slip and slide against my own. His tongue delves deep and I pull away keeping his bottom lip between my teeth for a moment.
Keeping my eyes on his, I jump a little and wrap my legs around his waist. “Fuck,” he moans at the feeling, and walks toward the pool edge and presses my back against it. He kisses my lips again, and then under my ear, the line of my jaw, down my neck, my chest, before he lifts me up a bit and exposes my breasts. “Beautiful,” he says before his lips tease, suck and pleasure them. My head falls back on my shoulders and I run my fingers through his hair.
“So good,” I tell him as I feel him tease a nipple between his teeth. My body feels like it’s on fire, and my temperature rises so much that the pool water starts to feel like cool relief against my skin.
He kisses his way back up and finds my mouth again. I groan, pulling him tighter, wanting more, wanting everything he has to give.
Without warning, he puts me down on my feet and steps away from me. He takes several deep breaths and looks away before looking back, “I just need a minute.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m just getting very excited, very fast,” he smiles. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because, I don’t want you to think that I purposefully brought you over here to do this. I mean, okay yeah, so I suggested skinny-dipping and I know that involves getting naked, but that doesn’t mean we have to…do anything else. I’m just trying to say there’s no expectations here.”
I nod my head and start walking toward the other side of the pool where the stairs are. He calls my name once but I ignore him. Turning to look at him over my shoulder right before I walk up the stairs, I smile seductively. Holding his eyes, I take a step up, then another. Just as his eyes widen, I turn around and move to one of the lounge chairs. Sitting down, I push my hair behind my shoulders, then brazenly place a leg on either side of the chair exposing him to…everything. “Maddox?”
“Yeah?” He asks, voice husky, eyes huge.
“Maybe you don’t have expectations, but I do.”
His mouth falls open, and he moves fast to the stairs and walks up and out of the water. He stands there for a moment and gets a good look at my body, the moonlight making it clearly visible. If I could take a picture of him like this, I would. All sinew and muscle, wetness sliding down his body, and the inky blackness of the water at his back. The view makes me salivate, and I can’t help but bite my bottom lip as I devour every inch of him.
Finally, he approaches. I expect him to put his body on mine, to take me hard and fast. But he doesn’t. He kneels next to my chair and looks me up and down again. I watch him watching me. His right hand reaches toward my body, and he caresses a breast. He teases my nipple, cups it, then moves to the next. His hand then trails down my body, swirls around my belly button, and stops. My breath catches when I realize what’s caught his eye. His finger trails the faint scar from my cesarean section back and forth. Suddenly, I feel his lips upon my skin kissing the spot where my son was taken from my body. Tears come to my eyes as he whispers, “Beautiful.” It’s certainly not the first time anyone has seen it, but they either didn’t say anything, didn’t notice, or didn’t care to know. It takes effort to keep my emotions from overflowing, but he distracts me when his hand slides the rest of the way down my smooth skin before it slips into my wetness. When he feels how ready I am for him, he moans and looks at me. He continues to move his hand, teasing, entering, swirling. My breath begins coming in pants and just before I’m about to beg him to give me more, he finally stands upright before stretching his body over my own.
We both exhale deeply and simultaneously as if the simple act is too overwhelming to do anything else for a moment. His elbows are on either side of my head, and he drops his head, eyes wide open, and kisses me while leaving his eyes on mine. It feels erotic to kiss him this way and I make myself keep my eyes on him and not close them against the pleasure I feel. When he pulls his lips away from my own, he begins placing kisses in other places. My jaw, a kiss and nibble on my neck, runs his tongue down my chest, over my breasts, to my stomach, hips and thighs. He pays each location attention before moving onto the next. I practically squirm at the expectation he builds within me.
When he lowers himself so that his face is practically buried between my legs, I groan. He quickly moves my legs over his shoulders, and I barely have time to think before his mouth is on me. When he moans after his first lick, my back arches and I break out in goose bumps and my breasts feel heavier, my nipples harder. “God, yes,” I say and begin moving my hips in time with his motions. Nothing else exists except the two of us, and how he’s making my body feel. I want to try to hold off, I want the build up to be slow and steady, I want it to last, but the feelings he evokes in me are too much and in no time, I’m gasping for air and crying out as fireworks explode behind my eyes.
