Chapter Five
Diego remained erect even when she loosened her grip on him. “Don’t you ever tire?”
His mouth curved appealingly. “I guess we’ll find out.”
The water fell away in a great rush as he lifted her into his arms. He held her close to his heart. She could feel it beating slow and strong as he carried her to the bank. She would have been happy to stay in his arms forever, but as always, reality intruded. She had to make sure that he wanted herenough. She had to draw that bond tight.
“I don’t want to think or to speak for the next few hours,” she admitted as she stared into his face. “You’ve programmed me for pleasure.”
“That was my intention,” Diego admitted as he settled her back on her feet. “But now I want you to tell me exactly what you need. Describing what you want in detail will add to your enjoyment.”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
“Maybe,” he conceded, pressing his lips down as he appeared to consider this. His tone hardened. “But I want to hear you say it.”
She felt suddenly vulnerable standing naked in front of him without the water to act as her cloak. What he wanted her to do was quite shocking. But necessary, she told herself firmly. “I need you to fuck me in as many ways as you can.”
“That you enjoy,” he added as a rider. “It’s important,” he insisted. “Go on,” he prompted.
“I want you to ease the ache you started.”
“And touch you where?”
She showed him shyly.
“Lie down,” he instructed. “I want to look at you.”
Settling onto the mossy ground, she stroked her hands over the undulating surface before returning her touch to her own body. The bank felt damp and scratchy, while she felt cool from the water, but deliciously smooth. Arching her back, she thrust her naked breasts toward him. Pinching her nipples into arrogant peaks, she stared into his eyes, daring him to resist the urge to suckle. To her disappointment, he didn’t move. He simply raised a brow, suggesting she carry on, and so she moved her hands slowly over the swell of her belly, bringing them to rest at the apex of her thighs.
“Touch yourself,” Diego commanded softly. “Show me what you do when it’s dark and you’re alone in bed. Show me what you like. I want to watch as you pleasure yourself.”
“I can’t,” she protested, realizing too late that her boldness had put her in a really deep hole.
“Of course you can,” he argued quietly.
“But why can’t you touch me, show me—”
“Like this?”
“Exactly like that,” she exclaimed on a shaking breath as Diego hunkered down by her side and took over.
His hand, his touch… Thrashing her head on the ground, she fought to draw sufficient breath into her lungs. Parting her legs, she allowed him better access. The sensation was indescribable. Applying the lightest pressure with the slightly roughened pad of his forefinger, he found her and quickly brought her to the edge. But once she was hovering and more than ready to fall, he took his hand away.
“No,” she exclaimed in an agony of frustration.
“Now it’s your turn,” he insisted.
“I can’t. Not in front of you.”
“I say you can.” Guiding her hand, he proved this to be the case.
At first she resisted and tried to close her mind to sensation, telling herself that she would not be reduced to begging for release. But she did beg. She did feel. She did need, and she certainly pleaded with him. “Now, oh, please, now…now!” she begged as Diego increased the pressure of his hand over hers.
She fell at once, bucking so violently at the moment of release that he had to hold her down with one hand while he worked her with the other. When she quieted, he took hold of her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Again?” he suggested, smiling into her eyes.
“Yes!” She had no inhibitions left. Her only thought was to repeat the experience as many times as she could. She widened her legs a little more, loving the wet sounds his skill had produced as she invited him to give her more.
“What’s your hurry?” he demanded as he continued to tease her with touches that were far too light. “We’ve got all night.”
