I move my mouth, but can barely form the words.
He leans in closer.
“Pick me up,” I tell him.
My limbs encompass him so tight, so completely, and he lifts me with ease. Being a true gentleman, he turns so I’m looking at the sky over his shoulder, and I kiss his neck as this beautiful man brings my fantasies to life.
Part of me wants him to walk beneath the water, but the rest of me is so much more content right here in his arms with only my thighs and gravity to careen through this other plane.
Through the open air to the side of the waterfall, I can see the trees swaying gently in a sightless breeze.
“I want you to come inside me,” I tell him, my voice barely a whimper.
I kiss his neck and then his lips, leaning back a little, but still secure in his arms.
He gazes at my breasts as they heave with every ragged breath, and as I look out the side of the waterfall once more, I lock eyes with a woman standing on the bank.
Adrenaline soars through my body, but the woman just stands and watches us, her hands at her sides.
I don’t take my eyes off of her as I press myself again into Dane’s body, the warmth in my skin rekindled.
Dane’s erection heats my core, and I imagine the mist as steam coming off our bodies, through which I can still perceive that woman as she sits on the dry ground and leans back, taking in what we’re giving off.
It’s not an attraction that I feel for the woman, at least not a sexual one, but I lick my lips as I lean back once more, exposing more of my body to the open air.
With both arms clasping each other behind Dane’s neck, I roll my hips, wondering just how much that dark-haired woman can see of us.
It’s not attraction: it’s understanding, recognition between artist and subject, though I can’t claim to know who is who.
Dane holds me with only one arm now as with the other, he guides my breasts, one by one, into his smoldering mouth.
I tilt my head back, allowing him greater access to me, and my hair hangs down, heavy with water, behind me.
The woman on the shore is still there, her eyes ever intent on mine, and I start to climb toward that threshold once more.
Dane feels the quickening of my breath and he lifts me, his whole length entering and then retreating again and again, the sounds of our love crackling against the walls of the nook.
“You’re slipping,” Dane tells me, and I immediately pull myself against him once more.
The shock of his words, any words, delays my gratification, and I tell him to lie down on the towel behind me.
He turns around slowly, every step deliberate, until he can sit on the edge of the rock. I lean forward as he leans back, and he rotates his body just enough for the whole of him to lie back.
Every moment, he’s inside me.
I let my hair fall to cover my face, focusing my gaze onto the man who brought me here to this place of trance and frenzy. As I rise and fall on his firm erection, I tense the muscles in my center, gripping him tight.
My hips flip and rock against him, and I can see in his eyes that he’s going to come.
I lean forward, putting my mouth to his ear and telling him once more, “I want you to come inside me,” and I ride him hungrily, the sun now well into the sky.
Dane’s chest expands and contracts quicker now, and I can only hope to meet him there.
His mouth comes open, and he gasps as I feel new warmth inside me as I skyrocket toward the stars we’ve discovered again together.
His body is still jerking in and against mine as I fall into him, hardly able to breathe, barely able to move, and our muscles contract and release in a strange rhythm as I lay my body against his, exhausted and satiated.
We lie here together for what seems like a jilted eternity, until he slips out of me.