Chapter 12
TWELVE
Fisher
The air is still warm even though it’s nearly ten. Which is just as well because I’m stark bollock naked.
The splash of water tells me Juniper has reached the pool.
“You okay? Careful you don’t slip.”
“You worry about your New York ass slipping. I’ve known these rocks my entire life. I can map each dip and edge with my eyes closed. Which is a good freaking thing because it’s dark as hell down here.”
I laugh. “Can I turn my New York ass around?”
“Hang on… yeah, you’re good.”
I have no idea how much she can see in this light, but for a second, I think about cupping my manhood as I head over to the water, but what’s the point? It’s all going to be out as I climb in.
She lets out a yelp and then calls, “I’ve turned around.”
I chuckle. “Did you get a fright, seeing my New York ass naked?”
“Just get in here already and quit teasing me.”
I slip into the water. “Fuck! It’s freezing.”
Juniper is in front of me, her blonde hair twisted up behind her, and the water hits her just below her shoulders. I can’t see any part of her below the water. But I know she’s naked, and I feel myself thicken at being so close to this beautiful woman when neither of us is wearing clothes.
Juniper laughs. “It’s not the Caribbean. That what you’re used to?”
I shake my head. “You need to stop your teasing.”
She wets her lips. “Or what?”
“Or I might kiss you.”
Her eyes widen like I’ve shocked her. But she’s not shocked. Not really. She didn’t think we were getting into this water for a play fight.
“Oh, yeah? So, all I gotta do to get you to kiss me is tease you a little more?”
I step toward her and take her face in my hands. “You don’t even have to do that.”
I press my lips against hers, and she tastes of sweet honey.
Something inside me clicks—together or apart, I can’t tell—and somehow, I get a sense that I’m right where I need to be.
All the stuff about Gerry Banks and Vivian and The Homecoming Kings melts away, and all I can think about is how this kiss feels inevitable.
Fated.
She moans and moves closer. Her hands find my waist, and I gasp into her mouth at the contact.
I don’t know if it’s because we’re both naked or if it’s the darkness or the water, but I’ve never felt a kiss all over my body in the way I do now.
It sweeps over and through my skin and into the darkest parts of me.
Her hands stroke up my sides, the water lapping at our skin, and out of primal instinct, I wrap a hand around her waist and pull her closer.
I’m hard as fucking steel, and I press against her soft belly. Her sharp nipples graze my torso.
Fuck. I want more of this woman. I want all of her.
Our mouths explore each other. Ravenous. Desperate. Is it because it’s the first kiss and it’s been a long time coming? Is it her? I’m lost in her. Dizzy with need for her.
She pulls back a little. Her eyes trail over the parts of my body not submerged in the water.
She sweeps her hands over my lips, along my jaw—all the while, our gazes locked.
Her hands skirt my body. My shoulders, my arms, my chest, my hips, my ass.
Everywhere, except there. It feels almost ceremonial.
She’s mapping me in some Star Falls tradition.
I mirror her, sliding my hands down her neck, over her arms. The water laps at her chest, her breasts hidden below the surface. My hands dip to feel their shape. I trail lower, over her stomach, her hips, and around her ass.
We both exhale, and she lets out a small smile. The ceremony is over, and it’s time to move on to the next stage.
I circle my arms around her and pull her closer. Our mouths fit together, and she sinks into me. Our kiss is more this time. Deeper. More connected. But it’s still not enough. She must feel the same way because her arms come around my neck, and then she lifts her legs around my waist.
I have to break our kiss because the sensations, the feel of the water and her being wrapped around me—it’s all too much.
“Too much?” she asks, reading my thoughts, and goes to shift back down.
I grab her ass with both hands, keeping her in place. “Not enough, Juniper. Not enough.”
She smiles, fiddles with something behind her head, and her hair falls down behind her.
Fuck. If I die now, I’m not sure I’ve ever been so fucking happy.
“I’m really fucking hard,” I grunt out.
She parts her lips and shifts in my arms, teasing the crown of my cock. “I can tell.”
“Don’t do that,” I say. “I’m going to come, and I’m going to be really embarrassed. I’ll have to go back to New York early.”
“Not before you’ve fucked me, you won’t,” she says on a smile.
I groan, and she squirms in my arms, and I tip my head back. She’s half heaven, half hell. An angel and the devil himself.
“I want you,” she whispers, then presses a kiss to my neck. “I want to have as much fun as possible with you before you leave.”
Our mouths meet again, and with the tip of my cock enveloped in the folds of her pussy, our tongues clash together. I’m so close to thrusting up inside her. I’m not sure how I find the strength to hold back. I’m so hard. So desperate for her, and she’s like a siren, urging me closer.
“Fuck, Juniper.” I pull away from her and set her down on her feet as far as my arms will reach. “You’re… too sexy. I want you too much.”
“Do you have condoms?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I try to think if I’ve ever had sex in water before. I don’t think I have. I don’t know how condoms work in water. Is it safe?
“Let’s get out,” she says. An easy solution that I couldn’t think of; my brain is so frazzled from being so close to Juniper.
Back on solid ground, I pick up the blanket, letting what’s left of our picnic fall onto the grass, and then I set it back down again.
She sits, and I can’t look away. I’m mesmerized by her every movement. The way she looks at me. Her body. She’s incredible.
“Condoms,” she says, pulling me back to the moment.
“Right,” I say.
I get my wallet and join her on the blanket. We’re lying on our sides, our heads propped up on our hands. I try and keep my eyes focused on her face, but her body in the moonlight is lit up like she’s carved out of marble. She’s timeless. Perfect.
“If you haven’t dated in three years, does that mean…”
“I haven’t had sex in a long time.” She trails her finger over my shoulder. The same shoulder she kissed in the truck after I drove her home. Despite the heat, it sends a shiver down my spine. “So, no need to get performance anxiety on my behalf.”
I grin. “Oh, I’m not worried I won’t perform. I’m slightly worried I might break you though.”
She takes my hand and places it over her breast. “You won’t break me, Fisher.”
Her breasts are full and firm and so soft. I pull her against me and then flip her to her back, my entire body over hers, pinning her to the ground.
“You’re so beautiful, Juniper.”
She opens her legs, and my cock connects with her pussy. Except the wetness this time isn’t water. It’s all her. Jesus. I want to slide into her bare and feel her all around me, drenching my cock. But I need to think straight.
I drop my face to her neck and hold her arms out wide to give me access to all of her. I press kisses over her collarbones, over her arms, down between her breasts. I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking, licking, grazing my teeth over the puckered flesh until she’s squirming underneath me.
But squirming won’t do it.
I want her to beg.
Releasing her arms, I skirt down her body, my hand going between us. I want to feel her wetness on my fingers. I slide a finger over her clit, and her juices cover me. Looking her in the eye, I lift my finger and put it in my mouth.
“Pure honey,” I say. “I want more.”
I work my way down her body, kissing, pressing, touching. When I get to her pussy, I press her legs wide open. The moonlight isn’t enough. I want a goddamn surgical light to examine her in all her perfection.
“Fisher,” she calls.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Fisher,” she says louder.
“Yes, baby? What is it?”
Her breaths are heavy, and she arches her back. “Please, Fisher. I want you.”
I groan. That’s what I want to hear—pure desperation.
I dive between her legs. She’s so sweet. So wet. So perfectly mine.
Her hands fly to my hair as I work my tongue over her clit, down her folds, around her entrance. She cries out, bucking up against me, and I have to pin her hips to the floor.
All too soon, she’s shuddering on my tongue, rocking against my face like she can’t get enough, and then she explodes, her body limp and lifeless as she falls back down to earth.
I crawl back up her body and cage her in on either side of her face. “Now, you can have that one for free. You were so wet. You needed it so badly. But next time, you won’t come without asking. Do you hear?”
Her chest heaves between us, and our gazes are locked.
“Really?” she asks eventually.
I nod. “Really. You can’t come without my permission.”
Is my need to control her orgasm a kink? Maybe. But it is a need. It’s a requirement I have of her.
I kneel, take the condom, and roll it on. I have to get inside her. I need to feel her around me the next time she comes.
“You ready?” I ask.
She nods. She looks like she’s not entirely sure.
“It’s going to be good,” I assure her. “So good.”
She nods again, and I hold her gaze as I slowly slide into her.
She’s so. Fucking. Tight. When I’m as deep as I can get, I exhale, trying to gather myself. I don’t know how long I’ve got.
“You feel so perfect, Juniper.”
She threads her hands into the back of my hair, and it feels so intimate; it provokes such a feeling of familiarity, of closeness, that for a moment it feels like I’ve known her an entire lifetime, and I will know her for another.
“You too,” she whispers.