I kept my hand on her. She could be easily dazed. I did not want her to slip. The rocks were slick from the constant streams of water and the trapped humidity. She breathed out, and it seemed like she was breathing out smoke.
“Even though the smell is hard to take at first, this is sobeautiful, Rocco. The clear blue stream flowing through the rock into the dark pool. How the fractured light makes the droplets of water look like jiggling liquid crystals, but the pool is in darkness, smoking. It goes right to the opening, drifting out and disappearing. It makes sense why the island calls the pool the opposite side of hell’s bath.” She dipped her foot in. “It’s not hot enough to boil you alive, but it’s warm enough to soak in.”
“Sì,”I said, helping her out of the cover she wore over her suit. “It will help relax your sore muscles.”
I stared at her, my cock instantly hardening.
She looked down at herself and back up, meeting my eyes.
“Scarlett gave this one to me.”
The front made an x, covering hertette, but not much. The sides bulged with soft flesh. I turned her around and she gasped. A thin line of material flossed her juicyculo.
“This one will be for us only, ah?” I breathed in her ear.
She did not respond.
I pulled against her harder, plastering her back to my front, so she felt my cock pressing against her ass cheeks.
“Answer me, Amora.”
“Just for us,” she breathed out.
“Bene.” I growled low in her ear, and she shivered. Then I nipped at her ear, and after I took my shirt off, we slipped in the water together.
She hissed as her legs submerged underneath the pool, then her tiny waist. She twisted her hair up behind her as she sat on a natural rock ledge below the surface.
She closed her eyes and sighed. “This is like nature’s own sauna. Health benefits included.” She continued with a story. A girl she knew in high school had a father who had suffered from a bad skin condition, and they would visit the hot springs in America twice a year for two years and the affliction disappeared. “It’s like a foul-smelling fountain of youth. It’s not that bad now, though, the longer I’m around it.”
In the stillness that had settled between us aftershe finished speaking, the only sound the trickling of fresh water falling behind her, her eyes slowly opened. Sweat slid down her face and her skin was turning pink, but she was making slow scissor motions with her legs, allowing the warmth of the water to caress her thighs.
“What?” she whispered
“You are so beautiful, Amora. So beautifulto me. The most beautiful woman inmyeyes.” Apart from my sons, my eyes had never seen such a miracle before. Such beauty in one small body, though her depths were as deep as the Mediterranean, treasures not yet known for me to discover for the rest of my life.
She pushed over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and it felt as if we were melting into each other. My hands slid to her waist, taking the soft slopes of her curves.
“It is believed that certain areas of the world can make you speak the truth. The property my brother and the sister of my heart own in Tuscany is one of them. It has been claimed this is another.”
“Why?” She smiled. “Because if you’re in here too long, you’ll boil. A torture technique after the bliss fades.”
I shrugged.
“What do you want to know, Rocco Fausti?” Her fingertips dripped water slowly down my back, and my skin puckered as the warm droplets rolled. “Ask me anything.”
“Tell me you love me,” I said.
She shook her head. “Can’t do. Love just isn’t enough.”
I pushed away from the wall, swirling us around, bringing us to the center of the pool.
“But.” She kissed me, keeping her forehead pressed to mine. “I do love you, Rocco Fausti. Love you so much, the truth of my heart refuses the word between us.”
“Tell me, again, how all the other suitors who tried were not enough.”
She laughed, and the sound echoed inside of my heart. “Cowards compared to my valiant knight with a lion of a heart. I have extremely high standards.”
“Only an Italian god will do, ah?”
