Mariano set me down on my feet, setting the bag to the back of thegrotta. I walked closer to the edge, setting my hand underneath the falls. It splashed me some, but a huge smile lit up my face when I realized how many rainbows were shimmering from the water and the light coming together.
“This is so cool!” I did it again, closing my eyes to the feel of the water. I was hot. Covered in sweat. I longed to be in the pool beneath the waterfall. I removed the sarong and threw it at my husband. He caught it with one hand, and the other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back.
“It can get slippery there too,” he said, his voice thick, releasing me.
“Do you jump from here?” I asked, pulling the straps of the bikini bottom up. Not because they were falling. He had a particularly starved look in his eyes.
“Yeah.”
“I would love that! But I will wait until next time. Until the baby is born.”
He nodded, kissing my neck.
“I will get your picture!” I lifted the camera.
He grinned at me, perhaps entertained by how excited I was, shaking his head. “You can’t jump. I can’t jump.”
I smiled at him. “We can jump together next time?”
He nodded.
I went to take my hair down, but he stopped me.
“Leave it up.” He had a mischievous look in his eyes.
“All right,” I whispered.
“Keep the camera too.”
I nodded, then nodded toward a box inside the cave with us. “What is that?”
He lifted it, opened it, and handed me a few things—a bar of soap and two loofahs. “That’s all biodegradable. We keep the pool as natural as possible. The rest is our lunch.”
He picked me up, carrying me down the rocks. He was so careful with me, as if I was breakable, a piece of glass in his hands.
“Grazie mille,” I whispered to him, kissing his cheek, when we made it back down and he started to wade us into the water.
I shivered at first, then relaxed into his warm arms and the cool caress of the water. It felt as if it was washing all the salt from my skin. A desert flower in the pouring rain.
“I need you to do something for me,” he said.
I blinked at him.
His eyes were on me. Droplets of water from the waterfall were hitting the pool and exploding around him, glittering from the light breaking around him.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He lifted his arm, his palm coming down to slap the water. “You’re my fantasy.”
I said nothing, allowing him to finish. The only other time I heard him struggle for words was perhaps when he wanted todateme, but that was exactly what it seemed was happening. He was struggling with whatever he was about to say next.
He growled low in his throat. Almost as if he was frustrated with himself. Or something. He cleared his throat. “I had a vision of you, the first time I saw you. You were here with me, in the pool, and you were walking toward me, your hair down, your body wet.” He lifted the camera.
“You want to take my picture this way?”
“Yeah.”
Our eyes connected, and I could feel his cock pressing against me. Even the mere thought of me…turned him on. I felt very powerful in this massive man’s arms indeed.
