“Fuck, you feel so good,” I pant.
“I love feeling you everywhere,” she moans as I apply more pressure with my thumb. When my fingers pinch her clit, her cry echoes out into the night sky, bringing me over the edge with her.
My cock pours into her as I moan her name, feeling her pulse around me. I surrender it all to her as my heart and body will forever belong to the woman in front of me.
“I love you, sunshine,” I whisper hoarsely. “So fucking much.”
“I love you too,” she whispers breathlessly.
Slowly pulling out, she turns around, and I adjust the spray so we are under our waterfall once again. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tight.
“Does this mean you forgive me?”
“I forgive you…stalker and all,” she laughs softly.
“Good. Because this stalker needs you.”
“I need your stalkery ass.”
Chuckling, I grab the shampoo bottle and squirt some into my palm.
“At least your stalker has magic hands,” I whisper, turning her around and sinking my fingers into her. I think my favorite part of this relationship is getting to do these simple things for her.
“Why do you think I put up with your stubborn ass?”
“I’ll take that,” I chuckle. “As long as you keep putting up with me, I don’t care what your reason is.”
“There might be a few other reasons,” she smiles over her shoulder as I rinse the last of the shampoo away.
“Your heart,” she says, turning around when I’m done and placing her hand on my chest, “is the reason I stay the most.Even though it’s been broken and sheltered for years, it still has the capability to hold more love than I’ve ever felt before. Well, that, and this body you were blessed with. I’m definitely staying for that, too,” she grins, causing me to laugh.
“I guess I should thank you then.” I brush a piece of her hair back and turn serious.
“For what?” I trace the freckles across her nose that I’ve memorized down to the smallest detail.
“For giving my heart a reason to love again.”
“I should thank you, too,” she says softly.
“For?”
“For giving my heart a reason to trust again.”
Feeling too much to even speak, I kiss her softly instead—letting her feel how much she means to me. Sometimes words aren’t enough, and the silence is heard louder.
When I finally pull away, there’s no doubt in her ocean blues that she knows exactly what I’m feeling.
“Let’s finish up here so we can eat. I’ve worked up quite the appetite,” I smirk, reaching for the body wash while she conditions her hair.
“Agreed. I’m starving.” She rinses her hair and quickly cleans off her body.
Wrapping towels around ourselves, we gather our discarded clothes and shoes.
“Meet you inside in ten,” I say, slapping her ass with a grin before stepping inside the guest house to grab some more clothes. Even though I’ve been sleeping in her bed, I still have most of my things in here. For now, it works for us, but I’m quickly finding myself wanting more.
I change into a black Bolts tee and a pair of grey sweats before locking up the guesthouse for the night and heading to the main house.
She’s already changed into a tank top and sleep shorts, leaning against the counter when I walk in from the back door.
