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She pouted as he rolled the condom on. ‘Why did you choose blue?’
‘Don’t you want me now?’ He smiled at her protest.
‘You know I do.’
They got back to kissing, and the large flash of blue mattered not when he came atop her and kissed her hard in the reddish light as the wind still screeched around them.
His weight over her was what she had been waiting for and never realised, and Alicia was crying as their teeth clashed and their frantic want combined.
He moved up on his elbows and she lifted her leg. He nudged in, and it hurt so much that she tensed and cried out.
He pulled back.
‘Please...’ she said.
He tried again but she was still too tense. They kissed some more and then, as if it had to be, he seared in, so hard she arched, his hand in the hollow of her back, and they were one.
‘Oh!’ She was trying to breathe and waiting for the hurt to recede, yet already desperate for more of the pleasure he gave. He moved inside her and Alicia saw black, and then his mouth kissed her eyes, and it was an exquisite moment of tenderness that they both knew was unsustainable. He moved slowly and their hot skin slid. Her legs gripped his loins and she felt the restrained energy of Dante within her.
Alicia had been so lonely and now she wasn’t. It was as simple as that. The hunger she had been born with was gone.
They were kissing, hard, hot kisses, and in between she was finding her rhythm. There were deep, dirty kisses, like a mini refuel, and then he’d thrust some more and she was wild.
And then there were no more little refuels. There was nothing that could have hauled them apart. And when he pulled up higher on his forearms he was watching her, and she was nodding.
It was as if he was taking her to the very edge she was trying to get to, and then he pushed her so hard, and she felt as if all the tension he shot into her spread through her and clenched her, and she found out why they should not have been alone at the river, because had she known this bliss then she would have been there every hour of every day, and she was telling him so as they came down.
‘We both would.’
He was thrusting his last, and then he collapsed on her. It was too hot to lie like that, with him on top, but it was as if they were the same person. She tried to draw air into her lungs and he lifted off her.
‘You can’t go back yet.’
He was looking at her and she felt a thrill of joy, because clearly there was more to come. But she’d misunderstood.
‘They’d know.’
‘No.’
‘Believe me...’
They faced each other side by side in the hot, humid air and he tried to comb her hair with his fingers.
‘You’re burnt...’ He ran his hand over her sore shoulder.
‘I think from the wind.’
‘And your back...’ He turned her over. ‘You’ve been bitten too.’
He was touching the tiny bites she’d got, courtesy of a hot summer day in slow water. The elements and the insects had not been gentle, but his fingers were as he soothed the bites and then rolled her back.
The wind was still screeching but the rain seemed to have slowed, and she listened for a moment and then looked at him. ‘Maybe I should get back.’
Please say no, her eyes begged.
‘Yes...’ Dante said. ‘I’ll see you back to the church.’
Wrong response, Dante!
