It doesn’t take long for him to respond. Nothing, but we’re watching everything. If either of them arrives on the island, we’ll know about it.
The noise of a splash draws my attention from my phone and I look across the yard to see Zelda already in the large, L-shaped pool below. I watch her swim a moment until I realize… she’s not wearing a swimsuit.
I place my phone on the desk just inside the master bedroom before heading down the wide stairs to the first level. I’m crossing the lawn in record time, following the winding stone walkway through palm trees and past metal statues of herons and other fauna to the blue tile-lined swimming pool.
“You didn’t wait for me,” I say, watc
hing her a moment. The water is clear, and even though she’s submerged to the neck, I can see everything below. “Did you forget to pick up a swimsuit?”
“No…” her voice is high, thoughtful. “I just realized we have this enormous place all to ourselves. Who needs swimsuits?”
“It’s a valid point.” Sliding the shirt off my shoulders, I push my swim trunks down and off before stepping out of them and into the warm water.
She watches me, and I take my time walking out to her, enjoying the way her eyes change as the water line rises to my knees then over my thighs. I’m tempted to pause a moment, but I’m only torturing myself. With a slight push, I glide to where she’s waiting and wrap my arms around her body.
As soon as we meet, she exhales a little sigh. My lips are immediately on her neck, just behind her ear. “Were you waiting for this?” I whisper, and a shiver moves across her shoulders.
“Yes.” She pulls up and kisses me, pulling my lips between hers and lightly touching our tongues. She tastes like cool water and mint. “Please?”
We’re at the side, and I reach out to hold the tiled edge. Her legs are around my waist, and she breathes a moan in my ear. I’m rock-hard and ready. My tip is just at her entrance when she pulls the side of my ear between her teeth.
Turning my face I capture her mouth, kissing her until her head is in my hands as I plunge deep into her core. It’s hotter compared to the pool water, and she moans into my mouth. I’m rocking, working out the frustration I felt earlier, surrendering to the love I’m growing weary of holding back. I can only stay angry with her so long.
She’s already told me she loves me. I’m addicted to her like I’ve never been to any woman. She brings out this possessive, protective side of me I never believed possible. I won’t let her stubbornness threaten her life.
I feel her hand go between us, moving fast as she massages her clit. Her moans become more frantic, and she whimpers and gasps in my ear. “Faster… oh, Cal! Deeper.”
My mouth travels behind ear. “That’s right, beautiful. You love my cock.”
“Oh, god!” Her body trembles.
“You love to feel me taking you, making you mine.”
“Yes,” she gasps.
I grip her soft ass and move my mouth into her hair to the place I know gives her pleasure. We spent so much time in Monagasco exploring each other’s bodies. As new lovers, we learned every erogenous zone.
Now I bite her, pulling the soft skin at the back of her neck lightly between my teeth. With a jerk, her body erupts into orgasm. Her legs tremble and her insides spasm, sending waves of pleasure snaking up my thighs. She’s holding me as I thrust deeper, chasing my own release. It doesn’t take long.
The noise of splashing water recedes as the rising tide of orgasm grows tighter and tighter… then breaks. My body is rigid, and I’m holding her flush against me as I pulse, balls deep in her gorgeous body.
Her mouth finds mine, and her kisses are lush and soft, fresh and delicious like water in the desert, bringing me back to Earth. For a moment we only hold each other, her legs around my waist, my arms around her torso. I’m still inside her, and we kiss slowly, languidly, making out in the afterglow of our reunion. After a moment, she leans back, sliding her fingers along my scruffy jawline.
“Are you still angry with me?” Her voice is soft, her eyes so deep.
“Are you still keeping secrets from me?”
Her eyes drop, and I have to hold back a growl. She lowers her legs and swims to the other side of the narrow pool, leaving me cold in the water without her.
“What if I say yes?” Her back is to me as she holds the opposite side of the narrow pool.
I cross it in three strokes. Pulling up beside her, I slide her pale blonde hair away from her shoulder. “I’d want to know why.”
She lifts her chin to look at me. “Because it doesn’t concern you?” It’s a question, not a challenge.
“Does it concern you?”
She turns her gaze back to the blue-tiled wall and nods. I reach out to run the back of my finger down her flushed cheek. “Then it concerns me.”