“Perfect,” he groaned against her throat. “You feel perfect.”
She began to move then, using the water's buoyancy to create a slow, undulating rhythm that had them both gasping. His mouth found her breast again, sucking her nipple in time with their movements, and the dual sensation made her womanhood clench around him. The feeling of being filled so completely while his mouth worshipped her breast, his hands gripping her bottom to guide her movements… it was almost too much to process.
“Look at me when you fall apart,” he commanded roughly, and the authority in his voice sent lightning through her veins.
She met his unseeing gaze as the pressure built to an impossible crescendo, watching his face transform with pleasure as her body began to tremble and tighten around his arousal.
“Keaton, I…”
“I know, love. Let go.”
His body bucked against hers, his arms holding her in a tight embrace, an embrace of steel. Not steel, that was soft and pliable compared to the granite that his muscles were composed of. He was a statue, the work of a master, perfection incarnate. Before she could burst through that crescendo, however, he submerged them both once more.
Under the water, they spun and twirled. Georgia lost all sense of up or down. Darkness and light whirled before her eyes, but it was a backdrop to the face of serene beauty before her. David made flesh. Perfection that would make Michelangelo weep for the knowledge that he could never capture the essence of such a face…
Georgia idled in the lapping water. Soft shingle and fine sand cushioned her. Her toes dug into the gentle slope, and she savored the sensation of the tiny stones and shell fragments that shifted around them. Keaton lay next to her, the water a sea breaking on the island of his slick, smooth muscle. Their fingers entwined somewhere in the sand. Georgia kept smiling, little laughs silently bursting from her like the bubbles that had risen around them as they made love.
“Why do you keep smiling?” Keaton asked.
“How do you know?” she giggled, tilting her head, flushed cheek touching the water.
“I can feel it.”
“I am happy. My body is happy.”
“Justyour body?”
“All of me,” she amended. “But my body, particularly. I feel like I have just given it food that it has been craving, and now, it is finally sated.”
“For now.”
She laughed. “For now. I hope I do not face a famine before too long.”
“Oh, how you bring down the mood!” he exclaimed.
He turned adeptly onto his side and put a hand possessively over one of Georgia's breasts.
“Why speak of famine when we are at the beginning of a banquet?”
Georgia frowned, and Keaton instantly mimicked her.
“I can feel your frowns as well.”
“I am used to adversity in my life. Of denial and unpleasant surprises,” she explained.
“You are secure now. Safe within my walls with me,” Keaton assured her gently.
Georgia smiled, the expression flooding her face until she beamed from ear to ear.
“I thought as much when I lived with my parents. They were taken. Then Elias was my constant. He is gone. Do you see the pattern?”
Keaton went solemn. “I will break the pattern.”
There was such strength and resolve in his words that Georgia was immediately reassured.
He means it absolutely. He believes he can break the pattern. Which means he does not mean to abandon me once his objectives have been achieved. Unless he is lying.
Georgia closed her eyes, trying to quell the voice within her that wanted to look for the dark side of the situation, see the doom on the horizon. Then she remembered the ring.
