With us pressed so tightly together, I know she’ll hear the near whisper, even mixed within the rain soaking us to the bones. “Tell me you love me.”
Her grin widens, arms tightening, pressing me impossibly closer to her body. I love the way– despite our almost foot of height difference– we mesh together perfectly. No gap separating us, each hill and valley of one another lining up together.
This time I watch her lips move, as she says the words I’ve been dying to hear for months. “I love you, Tally.”
Happiness zings through my body, my heart picking up speed in my chest. “Again.”
A vibration moves through me as she silently laughs. “I love you and only you. You’re mine till the day I die, you’re my anchor.”
Both love and lust zip to life, bones rattling with the need to be even closer than we already are. Remove the clothes that are in my way of being completely pressed together.
“I love you more, dove.”
Rain slices over us, dousing us both, none of it matters in the face of our smiles and pure joy. If we’re wet already– and more than likely in more ways than one– we might as well take this into the pool. Finger fuck one another, whilst pressed against the rocks.
Slowly, and smugly, I pull away. Watching Cyrus’s grin fall into a pout once more. Seeing her pout is funny and rather adorable. Lips pressed out and furrowed brows.
I take a step back, pulling on the hem of my dress, lifting it just high enough to tease her with a fleeting glimpse of my pussy.
Cyrus’s features instantly drop, eyes trained on the dampness between my thighs. Her hands flexing at her sides with the need to grab me.
“Be a good girl, dove. Strip for me, I want you naked. Now.” Within a second she’s moaning and peeling out of her clothes, chucking them onto the dirt without a care.
I watch rain pellets race down her bare skin as she reveals more. Like a masterpiece painting. I want to catch each one with my tongue, lick over her skin, until she’s wet from me instead of the rain.
When she stands back up straight; her chest heaving, and her nipples tight with preemptive excitement. My mouth waters at the sight. The world could burst into ashes and I wouldn’t notice, I’m too fixated on her.
All I want isher.
My own need makes itself known, a smouldering fire burning beneath my skin. I need to peel my clothes off, the way they hang on my body is driving me insane. Especially when Cyrus is opposite me naked.
“Now strip me.” I barely recognise my own voice. Scratchy, lust fuelled.
Cyrus lunges for me, grabbing the hem of my dress and all but ripping it from my body. I'm sure I hear a seam catch, but a torn dress is currently the least of my worries. Then the borrowed undergarments are shoved down.
When she catches sight of how slick they are, her groan is deep, wild. Exactly how I want her.
With a swoosh, she drops to her knees. Now I’m the one letting out guttural groans. She peels my boots off and I can’t resist running my fingers through the dark strands of her hair, tugging gently.
“You look so damn good on your knees, dove.” I give her a harsher tug, exposing her throat to me. I watch it bob on a moan and goddamn I want to bite her pretty neck.
Giving another tug, I draw her to stand. Her height quickly eclipses mine as she straightens and another rush flows through me. Everything about her screams dominance–exceptthose eyes. Her eyes show me complete submission. It’s an extreme power trip having someone this powerful– this much taller and stronger than me– submitting tome. And not just this once, she’s shown this submission every time.
I live for it.
I’m sure my grin is maniacal, whereas Cyrus’s timid smile is filled with love and passion.
Abandoning my grip on her hair, my fingers trace her cheek bone down to her jaw. Revelling in the way she shudders at the light caress. Her throat bobs, as my nails nick their way down her neck and dance across her collarbone.
Then I’m at her breasts, the roundness directly in my eye-line. They bounce softly with every shuddered intake. Her dark nipples taut with want. I nearly cave– nearly lean forward and wrap my lips around them– but not yet.
I want her yearning. I want herbegging.
And she’s not therejustyet.
Grinning wildly, I flick the diamond peek with my finger instead, backing away from her warmth as she lets out a surprised yelp.
My feet lead me closer to the pool, rain still pouring around us. The dopey grin has been replaced with a look of shock– jaw hanging open in indignation.
