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Climbing on top of the stone where they usually sat, he watched as she reappeared and floated in the crystalline pool. He didn’t need verbal instructions to know what he was expected to do. Bending down, he unlaced his boots and kicked them off. His socks followed before he straightened, and he glanced at his companion.
She was treading water in the center of the pond, her gaze never leaving him. In front of anyone else, he would have been self-conscious, but he felt safe with her. He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it flutter to the grass. The clothing on the lower half of his body soon joined it, and he stood before her, exposed in the outside air.
He sat on the edge of the rock and let his toes dangle in the water before easing his way in. The temperature was warmer than he expected, and he ducked his head underwater, pushing the loose strands of hair away from his eyes. When he resurfaced, he scrabbled around for solid ground with his feet while trying to stay afloat.
His struggle did not go unnoticed, and she paddled back to the shallower end, near the waterfall. He followed close behind, internalizing a sigh of relief when he felt the slick rock below him. She stood up and faced him, and he let his stare linger upon her once more, resolved to memorize every part of her while he still had time. Their inevitable separation forced its way to the foreground of his mind, and he wasn’t going to be content with simply looking.
He brushed away a lock of hair stuck to her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. With a hand on either side of her face, he kissed her, basking in the moment he had been waiting for since he last awoke. She flung her arms around his waist and pulled him closer to her. The cool mist rising from the glass-like surface encircled them, yet her skin was warm to the touch as she pressed up against him.
Stephen slid a hand down to the small of her back to hold her as he kissed a trail to her collarbone and beyond. She writhed against him and he stopped, remembering both the joy and heartbreak of their previous encounter, and terrified the fragile world of dreams they inhabited would shatter once more. Without speaking, he glanced up at her to raise his concerns and ask permission to continue.
Liora stroked his hair and bit her lower lip. She nodded, and there was nothing in that instant he wouldn’t risk in exchange for exploring her more intimately. He moved to return his lips to her skin but thought better of it, and scooped her into his arms instead. Gliding through the pool, they crossed the waterfall into the small recess behind it, where he gently set her down on a stone slab at the water’s edge.
As soon as she was seated, she drew him in for another kiss. The heat of her mouth was irresistible to him, and he lost himself to the sweetness of her prodding tongue. Thoughts of his previous intentions found their way back to him, prompting him to resume his prior activities.
Propping himself up on the rock with his hands, he dragged his lips down her moistened skin, letting them linger on the pearly nipple which had once been the object of his attention. The rise and fall of her chest encouraged him to continue forth. Despite his own desires, he wanted nothing more than to bring her into a state of pure pleasure. With her entrance into his life, she had awakened something inside him, and he wanted to return some of that energizing fire.
He kissed his way to her stomach, sliding his hand against her thigh as he moved closer toward the wiry curls marking his destination. Caressing her delicate skin, he dipped his head even lower and nudged her legs apart with his cheek. He cast one last smoldering look up at her, staring into her pleading emerald eyes, and licked a broad stroke across her clitoris.
Her body jolted against him, as if an electrical current had coursed through her, yet she didn’t make a sound. Suspended by the water, he gripped the curve of her hips without letting up on his oral manipulations, refusing to let her escape him. His heart pounded and his own nerves were ignited as he strove to incite ecstasy with his most intimate touch.
Near his shoulders, her legs began to quiver. Never ceasing the broad strokes of his tongue against her sex, he shifted to glance upward and watch her reactions. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. He could tell while she temporarily retained control of herself, it was slipping away from her with every passing moment. She clutched at the surrounding stone, but the smooth surface offered her nothing to hold onto.
His hands reached for hers, and her throat bobbed as she tried to choke back a moan. Whatever power allowing them to be together could be disturbed in an instant, and he wasn’t ready to lose her to the harsh glare of daylight just yet. Still, while her knuckles turned white as she grabbed at him, he knew she was on the brink of an explosion of bliss, and he couldn’t deny her the gratification he wanted to share. He swirled his tongue around the hardened nub and increased his pressure, feeling the tremors wracking her body. The sound of his name pierced the air again, this time in anything but a whisper.
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Stephen sat up in his bed and pitched forward, breathless and covered in a light sheen of sweat. She was gone, brutally torn from his arms once more, and his chest ached at the sudden loss. He flopped back down and pulled the pillow over his head, not ready to face another day of solitary activities.
All the cold showers in the world couldn’t drive away the lingering remnants of the dream. He wanted to form a plan to find her, and he spent the morning trying to figure out a way. Frustration was not lessened with the passage of time, and his futile efforts produced no results. He tried to turn his attention back to the painting-in-progress, but he even found it difficult to focus on an enjoyable activity.
He concentrated on the list of mundane tasks he hoped would rush the sun’s descent from the sky and bring about his beloved night. The house was spotless, his bills were paid, and he took the time to catch up on his brief email correspondence. For once, he enjoyed the drive to the supermarket, and he made sure to draw out his slow pacing of the aisles as much as possible.
The horizon was not as dark as he would have preferred when he returned home. Taking a seat on the couch, he pulled the crystal out of his pocket and held it in front of his eyes. Unchanged since his last examination of it, the stone shone in the palm of his hand. As he stared into its core, all the unanswered questions came flooding back to him. The idea he could never find her was difficult to ignore, and optimism had never been his forte. With little else to do, he let out a mournful sigh and glared at the clock on the wall, willing it to move faster.
Chapter Seven
Stephen stayed hidden in the forest flanking the clearing. From behind a thick tree, he observed the blonde goddess standing near the rock serving as their meeting place. He watched as she stared out over the glassy pool to the waterfall, transfixed by the fine vapor arising from the churning waves. Though he had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to touch her again, the portrait of her framed by the serene landscape was so perfect, he needed a moment to marvel at its magnificent composition.
She turned to face him as he walked toward her. The enchanting smile that had been tugging at his heart for the past week spread across her face. He returned the expression, thankful to be back in her presence once more. Her hands moved to the neckline of her cloak and, for the first time, he realized the silver bracelets she always wore were studded with tiny gemstones. Glittering green jewels adorned the left one, while its partner was covered with dozens of rubies.
His focus did not remain on her jewelry for long, as she swiftly unfastened the ties at her throat. The garment dropped to the ground and, to Stephen’s delight, she wore nothing underneath. She wasted no time in closing the gap between them and covering his mouth with hers. He shed his clothing far faster than he had the previous night, and she dove back into his arms in a matter of seconds.
Liora pulled him down until they landed in the mossy grass at the edge of the pond. Two pairs of hands roamed over quivering bodies, seeking out the most responsive spots and sensitive places. He had visually committed her appearance to memory; now, he closed his eyes and set out to memorize her every curve by feel alone. She, in turn, ran her fingers through the sprinkling of hair on his chest, following the downy trail toward his navel and beyond.
He inhaled sharply as she took him into her grasp. His muscles stiffened and his fingers dug into the ground while she worked her way up and down the shaft of his erect cock. When she broke the kiss, he stared into the fiery jade eyes searching out all his lustful thoughts and pleading confessions.
Her hand rested on his shoulder and she nudged him backward. Before he fully reclined, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of him. He maneuvered her face back toward his and kissed her with fervor, winding his tongue around hers and letting her probe into him in return. One hand kept her close while the other slid down her side until he could grip the flesh of her ass, his fingertips gliding across her silky skin.
She pulled back from him again, pushing her upper body away from his. Before he could complain, she straddled him, the heat of her pussy close to the steely rod twitching beneath her. Lifting up, she steered him toward the velvety opening of her slit and guided him inside.
Stephen groaned as he immersed himself in her. His hips bucked up to meet her, and she slammed down on him hard. The trees began to shift and swirl in his peripheral vision, and he clasped the tops of her thighs, desperate for something to hold onto as his body tensed and he panted for air. Their fantasy world was disappearing at an alarming rate, and there was nothing left but her, the woman who had been haunting both his dreams and his waking existence.
Her head tilted back and her mouth fell agape as she, too, breathed heavily. He kept her in his focus and watched her generous breasts bounce with his every thrust. She placed her hands on his chest for balance and ground against him, keeping him buried as deep inside her as possible.
It was only a matter of time before everything would splinter into a million pieces around them. Their bodies repeatedly collided as they raced toward the shared climax that had been eluding them for so long. The base of his cock tightened and he whispered her name, murmuring the lilting sounds over and over again. Every nerve begged for release, and a burning heat spread throughout him, signaling the end was near. She convulsed around his shaft, drawing him even farther inside, and it was the final straw. All barriers between them shattered as he let himself go, detonating inside her and riding out the waves of his blinding orgasm.
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