CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Marilisa kicked off her shoes at the front door and walked back to the bedroom. She stripped off her work clothes and stepped into the shower. Although her work wasn’t ‘dirty work,’ it was still in an environment where she touched and worked with things that could transfer to her clothing or skin.
“Marilisa!” called Saint.
“In the shower,” she called back.
“Oh. I’ll wait out here,” he said from the door.
“Or you could join me,” she said hopefully. She didn’t hear anything at first, then a rustling sound and the door slowly opened. Saint stood in front of her, completely naked.
“Oh,” she gasped.
“Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid. I’m in awe of your beauty,” she said sincerely. He smiled at her. “You’re like a chiseled Roman god. How did you get to look like that?”
Saint walked slowly toward the shower and stepped in beside her. She was so very tiny next to his massive body.
“We all work hard to maintain our physical fitness. We run, lift weights, stretch, even participate in yoga and Pilates. It all helps. Some of us have even started doing meditation. Times have changed, and we’re keeping up.”
“It shows,” she smiled. “I’ve never seen a man that looks like you.”
“Have you ever seen a naked man?”
“Yes. I mean, in photos and, well, just peeking.”
“Peeking?” he laughed. “Were you spying on me?”
“Maybe.”
“I’m so flattered and hot right now,” he said in a throaty, raspy growl.
She looked down the length of his body, his cock so hard it was purple and red, the veins painfully throbbing. She reached for him, touching the sizzling flesh, stroking him.
“You’re so warm, your flesh, it’s so warm. And thick. And long.” He smiled down at her.
“We’ll go slow, baby. When you’re ready.”
“I’ve been ready, Saint. I’ve been trying to tell you I’m ready. Stop making me wait.” He nodded, kneeling before her as the heat from the shower pelted the back of his neck. Gripping one thigh, he curled her leg over his shoulder and began to explore. First, just a finger, then two, then three. She gasped as he invaded further and further into her body.
“It’s so fucking hot that I’m going to be your one and only.”
“I-it was meant to be this way,” she panted. “Saint!” As she exhaled, delighted in her euphoria, he lifted her body, wrapping her legs around his waist. He’d tried to have sex with other women this way, in the shower, but even with his strength, most were too heavy or awkward. This woman was perfection. The tip of his cock touched her, and she opened her eyes wide.
“Slow. I move slowly. It’s going to kill me, but I’ll manage,” he grinned.
“Please don’t go slow. I need this as much as you do.”
“I seriously doubt that,” he chuckled. “No condom?”
“No,” she smiled. “No condom.”
Nodding, he pushed in halfway and felt her barrier give way. He knew she was hurting, but damn if her hips were saying otherwise, rocking against his own.
“Fuck, Marilisa, baby.”
“Please,” she begged. He nodded again, leaning his forehead against her own, bracing her against the shower wall as he plunged deeper inside her. He watched the remnants of her virginity fade into the shower drain and felt pride that she’d trusted him with something so precious.
Her body was responding like an instrument made just for him. The perfectly formed, milky white globes bouncing against his body. When she cried out, his body immediately reacted, driving faster and deeper until his own love spilled.
“Fuck, baby,” he cried, kissing her face, neck, and settling on her lips. “I love you so much, Marilisa. I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too,” she sniffed.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No, no,” she laughed. “It’s just that I’ve waited so long to hear you say those words. To be yours, like this. The way we should be.”
“I know, honey, but this was the right time. This was when it was supposed to happen.”
“Let’s get out,” she smiled. “We’re turning into prunes.”
Dressed and walking to dinner, they ran into a few of the others, including Brax and Stephanie, who were walking together.
“Hey, maybe he’s finally going to straighten himself out,” smirked Saint. “I mean, it seems to be going around.”
“True,” she laughed. Then she sobered, looking around the grove seeing Griffin. He looked forlorn, almost lost, as they walked toward him.
“Hi,” smiled Marilisa. He looked up at her, grinning.
“Hello. Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes,” she smiled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know. Something felt strange to me. Something felt different.” Saint looked at the man and sat in front of him.
“Sir, Marilisa and I, we’ve consummated our relationship. Maybe that’s what you felt,” said Saint.
“I appreciate you telling me that, but I don’t think that’s it. Do you remember when I said that word, the word that made you faint?” he asked.
“I remember,” she said in a shaky voice, not wanting to experience that again.
“Did you dream of it last night?” he asked. Saint stared at Marilisa.
“No. In fact, I don’t think I had a nightmare last night,” she said as Saint shook his head.
“That’s true. She didn’t.”
“I did,” said Griffin. “I never have nightmares. Ever. And I dreamed of being in that place, that word.”
“Laboratory,” she said quietly, waiting for the fear to overcome her. He nodded, looking pale and holding his stomach.
“Let me get you some water,” said Saint.
“No. No, I’m okay. But that’s the reaction I’m having now. It’s as if someone is controlling something between us.”
“That’s because they are.”