Waterfall Kisses (The Kisses 9)

“There's a condom in my shorts.” He grimaced. “But they're way over there.”

I followed his gaze to the shore. It wasn't far, but the idea of him leaving my embrace, even for a millisecond was unbearable. I put my palm to his cheek.

“It's okay. I'm on the pill.”

He frowned, but his erection throbbed against my entrance. “You sure?”

I nodded, peering into his eyes. “Yes. I trust you. I always have.”

Our eyes locked. No one had ever looked at me like this. Dangerous heat and desire flooded his gaze as he slid into me, completing me in a way I never thought possible. His body was made to fit mine. Every muscle in my body tightened, wanting to take more and more of him inside of me. I was afraid to breathe, afraid that somehow oxygen would take up space that Leo could fill.

“Leo...” I whispered, losing myself to the pleasure only he could give me.

He thrust upward, filling me to the hilt. I cried out with unbridled lust. I wanted more. Needed more. My leg tightened around his hips, begging him to keep filling me. The muscles of his back and hips were drawn tight, bulging and working with every thrust. My nails found purchase on his skin, hard enough to leave a thin red line but not to break the skin. I had an urge to mark him as mine.

My belly tightened, the glowing ball of pleasure suddenly exploding within me. My breasts arched into his chest, feeling his heat consume me as I lost myself once again to his pleasure. The ease of the orgasm was almost frightening. With Leo, I barely had to concentrate, barely had to try to find the mountain of pleasure that other men had to scale for hours.

“Fuck, Charlotte,” he gasped, each syllable more ragged than the last. The raw need in his voice was a testament to how greatly his need matched mine.

The water behind us thundered with power. Spray drifted up in mist that caught on the tips of Leo's dark hair and eyelashes, making him look more dreamlike than ever. I could hardly believe this was real. He was here. With me. Every fantasy, every dream I'd ever had of him paled in reality. Years of desires burnt and flamed within me, finding that the reality of Leo was far better than anything I ever could have imagined.

His hands gripped my hips and ass, holding to me as he thrusted and filled me. Yet his eyes were always on mine. Full of love and lust and everything I had ever wanted.

“Leo, come for me...” I gasped. I wasn't sure if he heard me over the roar of the falls, but I needed him. I was half afraid that I would wake up at any moment and find that this was just a dream. That his strong arms holding me, his heat against the cold water around our legs, and the intensity of his gaze would be nothing but a vivid fantasy.

“Mine.” His word was strong and deep. My chest pounded with anticipation as his rhythm built to climax. The intensity of his eyes made it hard to breathe and I couldn't focus on anything but the immense pleasure he was giving me. Heat and pleasure coiled in my belly again, threatening yet a third release in less time than it usually took me to get one.

His eyes claimed me, his gaze holding me captive as we reached the threshold of tolerable pleasure together. I nodded, silently begging for him to release. The knowledge of him falling into me was already pushing me over the tipping point. But I wanted to fall with him.

Contractions rippled through his back and his strong arms pulled me deeper into him as he delved for the last time into my body.

“Charlotte!” My name was a benediction from his lips as he lost himself within me. My inner muscles pulled and clenched at his thick shaft as I lost myself to the most powerful orgasm yet. I had no idea how he could melt me like this. It was beyond anything I'd ever experienced.

Yet I wasn't surprised by it.

Leo's body stilled beneath me, his breath coming in ragged gasps that made me ache for more.

“Every fantasy,” he gasped. “Every single one was nothing compared to that.”

I grinned and nodded. He was right.

It was every single one come true all at once.

Chapter Thirteen

“You're shivering,” Leo said, wrapping his arms around me. “Let's get you back where it's warm.”

I nodded, my teeth chattering so hard I was afraid I might break them. Up until about three minutes ago, I hadn't noticed how cold the water was or that the sun was setting. I had been too hot and bothered to notice anything but Leo. Now, I was freezing.

With Leo's arm around me, we picked up our clothing. He frowned at his soaked boxers, but carried them up as we hurried out from the shade of the waterfall back to the meadow with the waiting picnic basket. Shivering, I pulled my dress over my head and spread out on the blanket, soaking up the hot sun. Leo set his wet clothes on the grass to dry, going commando in his shorts.

The sun was setting over the horizon, but away from the spray of the waterfall it was warm to the point of being hot. I stopped shivering fairly quickly and as soon as I was warm, my stomach started to rumble.

“Dinner?” Leo asked, opening up the basket and pulling things out. The smells already emanating from the basket had my mouth watering. I was hungry from all the exercise we just did.

I sat up and nodded. “Yes, please.”

There was fried chicken, mashed potatoes, fresh pineapple slices, and fluffy white biscuits with butter already melted inside of them. It was a feast. He grinned handing me a plate and spreading the rest of the food out on the blanket before me so I could eat more at my leisure.