Sweet.
Her silhouette bent over me like an eclipse, cutting the light. Her perfume drifted down and owned me—dark amber and ripe plum. I could hear the slow drag of her breath above the faint hiss of the water, could feel the cool air shift to warmth with her nearness.
I wanted to be inside her, but all I could do was focus back on breathing.
Every inhale shifted to surrender.
Every exhale served as an offering.
I was living in the chemistry of my body now. The sharp bite of oxygen, the slow thrum of my heart. It was a new language I was learning to speak.
I blinked up at her. “Tora. . .”
“Yes.”
“What you just did. . .you trapped yourself to me. Forever.”
“I already thought I was trapped to you.”
“You were. . .inthislifetime, but now I will follow you into other lifetimes and find you in the next and next, trapping you each time.”
Her lashes lowered. “I may enjoy that in my other lives.”
“You will. . .in every one.” I panted. My body hummed. “Come here.”
She drifted closer, and her body leaned into my space. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing.”
“Do you still feel high?”
“Tora, I am on Mars. Where are you?”
She chuckled. “Perhaps. . .Pluto. . .”
I tried to think of the solar system but could no longer remember how close the planets were to each other. “Can you at least see me between the stars?”
“Of course.” She lowered her mouth to mine.
The first brush was heat on heat. A slow seal. The water lapped at my chin. I groaned into her mouth and the sound broke at the edges, half-swallowed by the water.
She controlled the angle.
She controlled the pace.
When I tried to follow, she eased back and made me chase air for a heartbeat, then returned to me with a slow stroke of her tongue that made my hands clench against the leather.
Oh, Tora. When I get these cuffs off. . .
My pulse rocked hard.
My cock throbbed.
She kissed me again, deeper, and I let myself be kissed, let the pleasure be something given instead of taken. It changed the shape of our intimacy—made the erotic heat bloom wide instead of sharp.
Wanting turned into being wanted.
Between our kissing, soft moans left her lips.
