Page 68 of Anywhere with You
Our damp swimsuits were cool to the touch, but where my skin touched her skin was all this perfect, soft heat, and I couldn’t resist the impulse to pull her a little tighter, to feel her breasts against mine, to feel her hips, her legs.
I wondered if I should stop kissing her so I could breathe properly, but I couldn’t make myself do it. I couldn’t lose a millimeter that I’d gained here.
Her hands found my bare back, my neck, my hair. She tugged on my purple streak like she’d been dreaming of the moment.
I’d assumed that Cara would be cautious, like in most things, but in this moment, she was powerful. She was a goddess. She was doing what she wanted with her tongue and hands, and I was standing there, panting and elated and desperate for more.
“We have to…we have to stop,” I gasped.
“Why?” she asked, her mouth moving to my neck.
“Because…because fucking on the rocks won’t be comfortable for either of us.”
She laughed with her lips below my ear. It sounded like a purr.
Oh, I was very much going to do whatever she wanted. In fact, I very much wanted to do everything she’d ever wanted, until she fully understood how a lover was supposed to treat their beloved, until she never again settled for anything less.
“Cara.” I moaned without meaning to. I wrapped my fingers around the strings of her bikini top but didn’t pull until she reached a hand back and made my fingers close tighter, freeing the bows at the neck and back.
Several worshipful epithets came to mind, but my mouth was already back on hers. I’d gotten a glimpse of her breasts in the dim light and needed to fill in the rest of my impression with my palms and fingertips.
There was something about holding the weight of a breast, feeling its gravity, that made the infinite beauty of the universe clear to me. More than mountains, canyons, landforms, and every glimpse of deep space, this soft shape was holy.
I knew that Cara would laugh at me if I told her. I’d tell her anyway. Later.
* * *
At some point, we both lost track of our swimsuits. I took Cara’s hand and pulled her carefully to the edge of the hot spring.
She sat down, putting her feet back into the warm water. I kneeled on a stone ledge facing her, up to my armpits in the water, and pulled her forward, kissing her from mouth to breasts to stomach.
“Show me what you like,” I whispered and followed her instructions to the best of my ability, my palms making small circles over her nipples, my teeth at her neck.
She made no sign of protest when I pulled her hips closer to the edge of the pool and put my face between her thighs, my hands on her ass, moving over skin that I had fantasized over only hours before.
The taste of the warm mineral water on her skin was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I licked her slowly, thoroughly, leaving no fold untouched. When I finally centered on her clit, she moaned like she had just watched me wash a whole stack of dishes.
I moved one hand up to her breasts, but her hands were already there, fingertips moving across her nipples, her breath fast. I groaned against her skin.
I pressed my mouth between her legs with a passion that surprised even me, flitting my tongue against her slick skin, my body shaking as much as hers, and when she cried out, gripping my hair, shoving me so hard into her that I couldn’t breathe, I was nothing but delighted. I pulled her tighter, licked her faster.
I didn’t move away until her cries ended and she pulled me up, out of the water, kissing me ferociously.
Her hands found every hungry part of my body, her mouth at my neck, tongue rough against my breasts, fingers running lightly over my back, my thighs, between my legs with the gentlest touch. I pushed her more firmly against me, barely finding a rhythm against her fingersbefore I was coming, too, so turned on by her sounds and her eagerness that I was lost in seconds.
She joined me in the water, still kissing me, still exploring my body with her hands the same way I touched her, with awe and reverence.
The heat of the springs was even more divine now, our bodies lax and lazy, floating as much as standing in the deep center.
I was so accustomed to sayingI love youthat the words almost escaped me, making me laugh against Cara’s mouth.
“What?” Cara asked, pulling back from my laugh or my stillness. I was such a mess of thoughts that I didn’t know what to answer.
“Did you ever expect this?” I asked instead, imagining our days together, so very different than what this night had become.
Cara bit her lip, then nodded, and that shocked me.
“Are you kidding?” I asked. “You can’t tell me that this is what you had in mind when you invited me on this trip.”
