Kara clenched again and he moved at the same time, dragging his cock out before thrusting back in, all the while feeling that clamping sensation that added another level of building pleasure.
He cupped her ass again, lifting her up and down on his cock, impaling her as the water rippled around them. Their mouths met again, tongues dueling and thrusting in a softer, sweeter imitation of the way their bodies were moving out. The sharp need that demanded he pound into her was gentle for the moment by the kisses they shared beneath the New Year’s sky.
The suddenboom—boom—boom, then the pop and sparkle of fireworks above only distracted them a brief second.
“Happy New Year’s, Kara,” he murmured, and she smiled dreamily before gasping as he thrust into her tight sheath again.
Then his mouth possessed her so ravenously that words were not possible. He speared into her over and over, seeking that connection which went beyond sweet promises. It was primal, ancient, a bond of their bodies and souls. He needed to be inside her, to fill her with his release and give her all that he was. He was so glad they’d had the safe sex talk the first time they’d made love. Because being able to take her like this, to follow his heart and body and know she was okay with that, felt so damn good.
She rode him through it all, the pleasure and ecstasy of her body tensing before she finally cried out against his mouth. He drank in her cry, not stopping his claiming of her as shecompletely surrendered to the orgasm he knew was sweeping through her.
“Yes, baby, that’s it,” he crooned raggedly. “Take me all the way, let me fill you.” She thrashed her head, then nodded, digging her nails into his shoulders as he took her, using his cock to draw endless aftershocks. All the while he watched her face, drinking in the sight of Kara with all of her walls down.
No more hiding, no more running. She was his now, forever, and he took care of what was his.
She whimpered his name as he slammed into her, his own breath rough, his shoulders shaking. His balls drew up tight as he shouted with the pleasure of his own climax which shot from his heart down to his shaft as he let go and came inside her.
Angelo held onto Kara, his world spinning out in a cascade of fireworks both within him and above him in the night sky. Tonight was the start of something real, somethingtrue.
Kara buried her face in his neck, her arms tight around him. He didn’t let go, didn’t move. He wanted to stay right there in the middle of the pool with Kara in his arms, their bodies one.
“Are you cold?” He finally broke the pleasant, easy silence. It was natural for their bodies which had been burning up with lust a moment ago to cool down in the water.
“A little,” she whispered, her lips tickling his throat.
“Hold on to me.” He carried her to the shallows when they reached the stairs he set her down. “I’ll be right back.” He swam back to their swimsuits and retrieved them. When he got back to the steps, he placed the suits on the deck to dry and held out his hands to her.
“We’re naked!” She gasped as she hunkered down the water her arms wrapped around her breasts.
“Yes, but no will see us.” He kept his hands outstretched, and she placed her palm in his and stood.
Naked, laughing, they rushed from the pool deck to grab two huge beach towels that were rolled up on a rack nearby. They bundled up in the softness of the towels and headed inside to shower.
They took advantage of the large shower in the penthouse and made love again until they were exhausted. Angelo stroked his hands over Kara’s soapy body, and he relished the caressing touch of her hands on him in return.
“You really are beautiful,” Kara said almost shyly as her admiring gaze raked over his body.
Angelo knew he was handsome, but he’d never let that knowledge go to his head until Kara said it. He was glad his looks pleased her. That was all he wanted, to make her happy, to give her all that she desired, especially if what she desired was him.
They found their way to the king bed, and they watched the fireworks still flaring in the sky through the tall windows on the opposite wall. Angelo wrapped his arms around Kara, those three words “I love you”still burning within him like a newborn star, so full of heat and light that he could barely contain them.
He vowed he would speak them someday when she was truly safe, and he could prove that to her.
As they lay together in the quiet and the dark, she suddenly spoke to him.
“Angelo…”
“Hmm?” he stroked his fingertips down her arm and her lashes fluttered as she cuddled closer.
“I didn’t think I could ever trust anyone… aside from my mother.”
Angelo didn’t interrupt her thoughts with questions. He let her think and speak on her own time. He was glad to just hold her and feel that stillness and peace he knew she desperately needed.
“The thing that makes me so mad… so full of rage about my life, isn’t just that mine was taken away, but hers too. When my mother ran away after finding out she was pregnant she left behind a bright future. She was at university in Dublin at Trinity College. She was studying to be an astronomer. All of that was ripped away because of my father. She gave up everything for me, and she died in a hospital bed…” Kara’s voice broke and the sound shattered his own heart.
Carefully lifting her up, he cupped her face in one palm, holding her gaze as she struggled to find the words.
“Do you know how many times I’ve wished I could have saved her, gone back in time, told her to go home and not with her friends to that pub? To just…” she shut her eyes and tears flowed down her cheeks. “It’s like she was trapped in a story, one that I’d give anything to rewrite so I could save her, but I can’t. And now I’m trapped.” She gave her head a little shake. “But when I’m with you? I don’t feel trapped.” She drew in a deep breath. “It’s just sometimes this grief I carry for her… for myself… it strangles me until I can’t think, can’t sleep, can barely breathe.”
