Page 91 of The Diávolos: Part Two
They stare out at the body of water tucked in the middle of the woodland. A waterfall falls over a rocky ledge into a plunge pool below, a gentle stream flowing from it. There’s a slightly earthy and damp smell in the air and the forest hums with life all around them. It fills Iris with joy.
“We don’t make this public knowledge in case anyone decides to try and sneak out at night,” he explains. “But it’s always been here. And I wanted to bring you.”
Iris is sure her eyes are glowing with excitement. “I love it,” she says, gazing up at the cascade of water.
“Want to go in?” Peter asks.
“Yes!” Iris cries out in delight, but frowns straight after. “I didn’t bring anything to wear.”
He smiles a wicked grin. “No better suit than your birthday suit.”
Peter has never seen her fully naked, so the idea of taking her clothes off in front of him makes her nervous. He senses her hesitation.
“Louloúdi mou, there’s nothing to be worried about. I already think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Seeing you nude is merely a bonus.”
Iris takes a deep breath in and begins to unbutton the front of her tunic. She trusts him—he’s always made her feel comfortableand at ease. Peter puts his hand on top of hers and takes over, slowly removing her robe off her shoulders, leaving her in her bra and underwear. Her eyes drift down to the mossy floor, and she crosses her arms on top of her chest.
“Don’t,” he whispers softly, while prying her arms off her body. “Let me see.” Iris does as he says and finally meets his gaze, straightening her back. He smiles, reaching behind to unclasp her bra, sliding the straps over her shoulders. His fingers leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“Take those off too.” Peter points to her panties. Iris hesitates for a few seconds, shuffling her feet. “Please,” he adds.
Iris slips off her muddy boots and slides her panties down her legs. She’s now completely naked and vulnerable, while Peter is still fully clothed. The contrast is striking. A flush is visible in her cheeks.
Peter reaches out and grabs her hands, letting his eyes hungrily roam all over Iris’s body. His smile is glossy and bright. “You’re perfect, Iris.”
Her hands begin to tremble in his. She wants to believe him, but she still doesn’t understand—why her? Out of all the girls he could be with, why did he choose Iris? What’s so special about her?
She shakes off her insecurities and gives him a small, shy grin. “Your turn.”
Peter takes off his clothes at full speed, and Iris laughs. His penis springs free and her mouth falls open, stopping her in her tracks. Iris has never seen a man’s body in the flesh before, but from what she can tell, Peter is not lacking in that department. He is lean, but his chest is muscular and strong. His arms are defined by well-built curves that are often visible through his clothing. And his…well. It makes Iris’s mouth water and her center throb.
He chuckles at her reaction and reaches for her hand. “Come on, angel. Let’s get in the water.”
Iris follows Peter into the pond, and when they’re far enough, he hoists her up into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. The warmth of the water mixed with the hardness of Peter’s body sends shivers across her whole body. He presses her closer, and her breasts squish onto his chest. Iris can feel his hardened length poking her between the legs, the sensation foreign yet familiar at the same time.
He kisses her with urgency, as if he’s been waiting to taste her lips all day. Without even realizing it, Iris starts grinding on his length, and Peter groans in response. “Fuck, Iris. That feels good.”It really does, and the more she rocks her hips against him, the more her breathing turns harsh and the needier she becomes. Iris can’t make herself stop. Pressure starts building in the pit of her stomach, and a tingle starts in her most sensitive spot.
Water sloshes around them, masking the sound of their moans and intertwined breaths. Now, Peter is thrusting in sync with her.
“Peter, I—” she struggles to say.
“I know,louloúdi mou, I feel it too. Let yourself go,” he encourages through his equally erratic breathing.
On command, Iris moves her pelvis back and forth until the tingling sensation grows and grows. “Ah, yes, yes, yes!” she chants, never wanting this feeling to end.
“That’s it. Come for me, Iris. I’m right there with you,” Peter says.
“I’m close!” Iris shouts. Close to what, she’s not sure. But Iris knows that whatever happens next will change her, change them.
Her movements become crazed, moans turning desperate. Together, they keep grinding until Iris loses control andscreams, a strong sensation taking over her body. “Oh my God, Peter!”
He grunts in response, and they both come in unison in the water.
He places his forehead on hers as they calm down.
“I love you, Iris.”
A sudden rush of euphoria envelops her, the beating of her heart quickening. Iris smiles radiantly, and all that remains is the melody of those three cherished words.
