Zander #3
I let her go a little reluctantly so she can obey.
Harlowe rises out of the protective cage of my body onto her knees and I miss the feel of her against me instantly.
I’m rewarded by the sight of her, rising like a goddess from the bubbles and steam, flowers clinging to her like they, too, can't stand to be parted from her perfection.
I groan again at the sight and file it away as another of those most beautiful images I’ve seen.
Her perfect profile and the curve of her neck are caught in the flash of lightning as she looks over her shoulder at me, her sun-kissed caramel skin glowing in the candlelight, reflecting off droplets of water and iridescent bubbles.
The boom of thunder rattles the windows as the storm swirls over the villa now, mirroring our own frantic needs and desires.
I have to tear my gaze away to get myself out of the water, blinking and reminding myself she’s real and won’t disappear if I look away while I reach for a condom on the little table next to the bathtub, ripping the foil and slipping it on my cock.
I kneel behind her, angling myself to enter her from behind like this.
She’s so tight, her knees only able to spread so wide by the sides of the tub, but I press in inch by tight inch until the tip is tightly wedged inside her little pussy.
“Hold on to those edges or we’ll both go in face first and drown, got it?
I can’t be gentle. Not with how much I want you.
Not with how much you need me.” She makes the most delicious sounds of relief and pleasure that I slam home roughly, sloshing water around us and over the edge of the tub onto the floor with a splash.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you, Lowe. You’re mine. ”
We both groan and the feral need to really make her mine, to possess her, has me gripping her hips, hard, and pumping into her, pulling out to the tip, over and over again.
What started as being completely for her has transformed into taking my own pleasure, but Harlowe is screaming yes, her back bowing, hips pressing back into the way I’m brutally fucking her.
She’ll have marks on her hips from my fingers tomorrow, but I’m out of my mind with need and she doesn't seem to care.
Water is going everywhere, sloshing over the sides of the tub with every fast pump of my hips, candles hissing out around us, smoke adding to the curling plumes of steam filling the bathroom around us.
The storm outside matches our intensity in every way, flashes of lightning nearly constant, thunder shaking the very foundation of the villa and making my heart skip.
Her body feels custom-made for mine, every plush curve molding to my hard planes, her pussy taking my hard, deep thrusts as our groans and sounds become animalistic, primal.
I’m out of my mind with the feel of her, but I’m lucid enough to want her to feel this good, to come apart around me and drive me further over the cliff of becoming completely lost to her.
I slow enough to move the fingers of one hand to circle her clit, and the other hand up higher to her tits, playing with her straining nipples as I keep her pressed to me.
I continue my driving assault into her cunt, feeling the trembling of her body, on edge.
I pump my hips up hard, pull back, drive up harder.
“Zander!” Her choked gasp is my only warning.
Her face lights up with the crack of lightning that burns outside the windows as her pussy clamps down on my cock, her orgasm detonates, and she shatters with the boom of thunder that follows, her internal walls spasming around me in the most explosive release she’s had yet.
I fight the tight hold and force myself in again and again.
“You’re mine.” The guttural growl is a foreign sound to my own ears while I bury my cock in deep, pressing my hips tight to hers as my release follows shortly after while I clutch her against me.
Our breathing stays ragged, harsh as the howling wind and cracking of the very sky over our heads that knows we just broke every rule there is.
I’m utterly, madly, stupidly in love with this woman.
And even as I’m still heady with relief in the post-orgasmic glow, I know I’ll have to cut out my bloody pulp of a heart when I walk away from her at the end of these two weeks.
There’s no way I can realistically take whatever we are creating here in our little vacation bubble back into my life back home.
No matter how deeply she is now embedded in my heart, or how entwined my fucking soul is with hers, my first focus will always be business.
There is no room for a beautiful, vivacious, and all-consuming woman like Harlowe in what is leftover after work wrings me dry with all I have vowed to give of myself to the mistress of industry.
Harlowe deserves more than coming in second to that.
She deserves more than I could ever fucking give her, even if, selfishly, right this moment, I want to keep her all for myself.
I know I will have to let her go, and I’ll have to crush her so resolutely there will be nothing left to come back to if I give in to my weakness.