The Affair: Week 2 - Soon

She swam toward the sound of his voice. “Here I am.”

Her outstretched hands brushed against the round, dense muscles of his shoulders, and suddenly he was hauling her against him. He caught her around the waist and propelled them toward the shore with a powerful kick in the water. Her feet floundered for the bottom, but she still couldn’t reach it.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he said, and she realized he now stood, the water up around his neck, and was holding her above the waterline. She gave a nervous laugh. Her heart raced like mad. She didn’t know why. Her skittishness about what was happening with him had made her imagine his sudden anxiety.

Her hands slid across slick, hard flesh as if of their own volition. He felt amazing. She felt the tension in his muscles yield slightly. Her fingers skimmed across the hair on his chest. The velvety head of his cock flicked next to her thigh. Arousal spiked through her, a hot needle through her chilled flesh. She gripped his shoulders and he brought her closer. His cock wasn’t as erect as it had been when they stood on the beach, but it still felt formidable and beyond exciting feeling him pressed next to her skin.

“You’re so warm,” she said, seeking him out instinctively with every inch of her skin.

The contrast of his heat and the cold water was wonderful. His hand lowered to her ass, his fingers flexing in her upper thigh. She followed his nonverbal command without thought, understanding him even in the silent darkness. She raised her legs, gripping his hips with them. He lowered his other hand to her ass and lifted her higher against him, their skin sliding together in a sweet, frictionless glide, their faces coming closer.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured, his lips brushing against hers, his big hands moving on her ass.

“Is that a polite way of saying I need to get to the gym?” she joked, looping her arms around his neck and sinking her fingers into his damp hair.

“No. Are you fishing for compliments now?” he asked when she pulled gently on his hair and he tilted his face back for her kiss.

“No,” she replied, nibbling at his damp mouth . . . such succulent, firm male lips. She could never get enough of them. “But it might be nice, hearing one from you right now,” she said, echoing what he’d said earlier.

“Okay.” He squeezed her ass cheeks into his palms gently before he stroked her thighs, and then cupped her bottom again. “When I look at you from the back, I lose all sense of reason, so I try not to as much as possible,” he said, his quiet, deep voice pitched just above the sound of the surf in the distance. He swept one hand along the side of a buttock up her hip to her waist. “This curve? This one right here,” he said thickly as he swept it back down to cup her ass again, “makes me lose all sense of logic.”

Emma had stopped nipping playfully at his lips and gone still in his arms. A frisson of excitement had rippled through her at his honesty. “It does?’ she asked weakly.

“I’m here, even though I know I shouldn’t be. What more proof do you need?” he said with a low growl, his mouth closing briefly on hers. “Everything is just as bad from the front, mind you.” He swept one hand along her sensitive side. She shivered at his warm touch in the cool water.

“Oh,” she exhaled when his hand closed over her breast. He shaped her to him gently.

“So soft here,” he said. His fingers caressed her nipple. “So hard here. Such pretty little breasts,” he murmured thickly. He pinched lightly at the erect flesh. Emma gripped his waist tighter with her legs and pressed her sex against his hard midriff, desperate to alleviate the pressure growing there. He pushed against her with his hand on her ass, at once helping her find relief and mounting her excitement higher. “I wondered how responsive you’d be. When I found out the other night, that was the end of restful sleep. I can’t remember how many times I jacked off over the weekend thinking about how your nipples felt against my tongue.”

“Oh God,” she exhaled raggedly and pressed her lips against his neck, intensely aroused by his sexual honesty. Her hands slicked across his muscular back, absorbing the sensation of his stark male strength.

He nuzzled the back of her head with his nose and chin, and then spoke gruffly near her ear. “But as much as I might lech over your gorgeous ass and perfect breasts and pretty face, it’s not those things that make me the most crazy. It’s your kindness. Your freshness. Your eyes—”

“Don’t say that,” she said, halting her feverish kisses. Men who offered nothing but a sexual affair shouldn’t say things like that. Her fingernails dug into his back, her hips flexed against him hard. She didn’t know why she suddenly felt so desperate. Shouldn’t she have protested over his dirty talk rather than his sweetness? But it was the intensity of his tone just now that had felt so wonderful and unbearable at once.

“Shhh,” he soothed, as if he knew what was happening inside her, knew how wild she felt, how overwhelmed. But how could he? His mouth covered hers, and it was like he’d thrown a life preserver into a boiling sea. His kiss enflamed her as always, but it also steadied her somehow, his taste and mastery a familiar touchstone. He really knew how to use his mouth, she realized dazedly. Sensual and giving, yet so firm. So demanding. She experienced the slight suction he applied to her mouth at the very core of her body. It took her a moment or two to realize he walked toward shore. Only when gravity took hold as he lifted her out of the water did she start to sag against him, and their kiss broke.

“Hold on,” he instructed.

She firmed her hold on his shoulders and gripped his waist as tightly as she could with her legs. His muscles tautened beneath her fingers as he took her full weight, both hands on her ass.

“You can put me down,” she said shakily.

“Hold on,” he repeated in that tone that didn’t invite argument.

He carried her out of the water and onto the shore. He let go of her with one hand, the other keeping her in place, his supple strength and balance amazing her. She realized when he bent slightly that he was arranging some of their clothing on the flat rock. He turned so that her back faced the water.

“I’m sitting,” he informed her, firming his hold on her with both hands.

A little puff of air flew past her hips when he sat, bringing her with him. She plopped into his lap, her ass falling back onto his hard thighs and the thick, engorged column of his cock.

“Oh my,” flew out of her throat.

“Are you okay?” he demanded.

“Yes,” she said quickly. He throbbed against her ass. His grip on her hips tightened. He flexed his arms, pulsing her against him. She gasped.

“That?” he asked, still referring to why she’d exclaimed so emphatically.