Why Choose? Have Them Both

Touch

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Thrilled at her own audacity, Sarah had NO IDEA what had come over her, but she liked it. It was as if Damien pulled her towards him, and she had no plans, or ability to resist him.

Damien's eyes slowly rose up her body, taking in her legs, round hips, waist, chest and lingered on her neck before meeting her eyes, a satisfied, almost lazy expression on his face. Sarah made sure to draw out her approach towards him, electricity firing through her, and she gave in to the desire and let her body take the lead.

By the time she reached Damien, he had leaned forward as if eager for her proximity. Sarah reached out and placed her arm on his shoulder and gently but firmly pushed him back into his chair. Taking a small step back, Sarah took some time to observe him, starting from his feet and slowly capturing his body with her eyes as she raised her head towards his. Damien scooted his ass down the chair and stretched out, taking one arm and reaching down his back, elbow bent. Sarah noticed his bicep curl and his enticing smile and a burst of desire, molten, powerful and delicious, swept over her.

Damien's eyes grew darker, his body tensing as he took a deep breath, watching Sarah step toward him again. His breathing was deep and hunger ravaged him, like none he’d experienced before. Sarah straddled him on the chair, placing her ass on his thighs. “You want this as much as me,” she stated, rolling her hips. “Probably more,” replied Damien, his voice lower than he expected. Sarah gazed at him, her face lit up, breathless and perfect. She leaned toward him, her breath hitting his neck, sending him into a frenzy of desire. Before she reached his lips, he took her chin in his fingers. “Patience Kitten,” he said, eyes locking with hers, desire burning in them.

Sarah was beyond patience and restraint. Damien let go of her chin and she pushed toward his lips with hers. At their meeting, Sarah’s body exploded, heat and vibrations wracking her. His lips were soft, so warm they seemed to fit perfectly with hers. Damien's hands found her face, squeezing firmly, creating a blissful pleasure traveling through her body. Sarah placed her hand on his chest, broad and warm, her other hand squeezing his bicep. A moan escaped her as Damien's tongue met hers. Damien's breath hitched, a low rumble emerged and his grip on her face tightened as Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed their bodies together.

Damien's hands left her face finding their way to her ass, fingers curling into soft flesh, he pulled her waist towards his. Sarah looked up, breaking the kiss, gasping as Damien's mouth found her neck kissing and sucking, his hot breath forcing shivers through her. Spice and leather scents filled the air, driving Sarah even more wild than she already was. “Bite me,” she gasped, breath flooding from her body as she tried to press closer to him, her hand pulling his face into her.

Damien stilled suddenly, his hot breath flowing down her neck. “Naughty Kitten,” he said, his voice hoarse and thick. He slowly brought his hands to her waist and gently moved her back from him and stood her up, rising with her.

Sarah looked up at him, his face flush, hair disheveled and breath heavy. His lips were plump and swollen from their kisses. God, he looked so deliciously hot. His eyes still had a hint of darkness as he took a deep breath and brushed his hand through his hair. “I take it you enjoyed the breakfast,” he said, a grin on his face. Sarah giggled, and laughed almost uncontrollably. What a thing to say after that?!

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she asked “Where is your restroom?” and Damien pointed to the door behind her, smirking at her reaction.

Once in the bathroom, Sarah took a look in the mirror. Her eyes were large and bright, her cheeks flushed with a deep crimson hew, and she noticed red marks on her neck. Her body felt wonderfully wound up, and her underwear was soaked.

Sarah ran the tap and splashed cold water on her face, her mind attempting to calm her body. After a few minutes, she felt a little more herself. She used the loo, cleaned herself up and washed her hands. When she emerged from the bathroom, Damien was zipping up a backpack. “Little hike in the woods?” He asked swinging the bag over his broad shoulder. Sarah nodded and headed for the door.

The soft breeze touched Sarahs sensitive skin as they headed north from the lodge.

For a while they walked in comfortable silence. The path they took sloped upwards and the trees became thicker at their crowns, filtering the light from the sun. Flecks of sunrays dotted and danced around them and Sarah’s calfs began to ache. She took a long breath and Damien glanced at her, as if he’d forgotten she was there. His face was frowned as if in thought but it opened up as he looked at her and held out his hand for her to take. Taking his hand, with a side glance at Damiens face, Sarah swore she saw a flicker of gold flash across his eyes. Damiens hand swelled hers, his skin smooth and hot, wrapping around her small hands. Bolts of electricity shot up her arms at his touch and she wondered if he felt the same sensation.

“How are your legs?” Asked Damien as if reading her mind. “Fine,” she replied which wasn’t exactly a lie. The electricity between them seemed to have driven the fatigue from her muscles and she felt a bubbling energy that she wasn’t too sure what to do with.

“We are almost there anyway,” he said. Sarah looked at him and asked “Where is there?” And was met with dark grin. “Patience Kitten,” he said and Sarah felt her knees almost give with the surge of heat that flooded her. The felling overloaded her senses and before she knew it she was tumbling to the ground again. Again, Damien did not let her fall. He whipped her up into his arms and held her tight as he said “Hold on,” and sprinted forward, carrying her as if she were nothing.

The wind rushed around Sarah as they sped up the incline. How Damien was managing it she had no idea but between the fire roaring through her body at his touch and the strong beat of his heart that she felt thudding against her cheek, she was unable to think. She inhaled his spicy, fresh and leathery scent and clung to him, her need for him to be closer building until she could not stand it.

Suddenly, they came to a halt, both of them out of breath. Sarah slowly unwound herself from him and turned to take in the view. It was breath taking. They were at a cliffs edge staring out onto a vast forrest, bright blue sky stretching for miles beyond them.

Damien gently placed Sarah on her feet, keeping his hands on her shoulders until she was steady. Sarah was captured by the beauty of the place as he carefully lead her to the edge. Sarahs hand gripped his as they approached the edge, her heart hammering at the drop. “Look down,” said Damien squeezing her hand for reassurance. To Sarahs surprise, the drop was rather shallow, and ended in a clear blue lake, it waves gently lapping the cliff face. She saw that the lake rose to meet the cliff, perhaps just 3 meters below and opened into a vast body. Damien pointed towards the right where the lake met a crescent of a small stony beach, not too far away.

Farther to the right Sarah noticed a winding path leading down along the shoreline that lead to the pebble beach. Damien lead her down the path and they carefully made their way towards the crescent.

Placing themselves in the middle of the pebbled space, Damien began to unpack a blanket and some food and drink for them both. Sarah settled down onto the blanket and removed her shoes and socks, lying down to bask in the sun. “Would you like some lunch?” He asked as she absorbed the welcome heat, her eyes closed to the sky. “I couldn’t eat another stitch after that breakfast,” replied Sarah, enjoying the rays against her skin. She felt Damien lie down next to her and let her mind relax, in a comfortable silence, not realising she was drifting off in to a peaceful slumber.

“Hey sleepy head,” she heard Damien say and opened her eyes suddenly. Sitting up she was a tad groggy and embarrassed that shed fallen asleep, “Sorry,” she grumbled but Damien just chuckled, he didn’t mind.

“How about a cold dip to wake you up?” He asked rising to his feet and pulling her with him towards the water.

He pulled shirt from his body and threw it behind him on the blanket. Dropping her hand he loosened his jeans and began to hop as he pulled each leg from them. Sarah stopped dead watching him undress. He had long, golden legs somehow both lean and strong. He wore black boxers that made his skin glow against the dark fabric. Skipping his groin, knowing she wouldn’t be able to cope with what she saw there and her eyes found his firm, muscled abdomen. Her mouth watered at the silky smooth skin rippled with muscle. He turned away heading towards the water, denying her the view of his chest. Sarah's eyes gulped in the broadness of his shoulders and muscled back, and traced down his spine. Heat flushed through her body at the sight of his. He stepped into the water and yelped at its temperature, and a laugh emerged from me.

Sarah glanced down at what had to be the most perfect ass she had ever seen. Firm, round and a perfect size, nestled in his tight black boxer shorts. She was sad to see it sink beneath the water as he emerged his full body beneath the water.

Realising she had frozen on the pebble beach as she eyed the adonis before her, she threw off her jumper and dropped the shorts from her waist, quickly moving forward to the water.

Sarahs breath caught as the ice cold water crept into her warm system. Shuddering as she stepped in deeper and deeper she began to wonder when Damien would come up for air.

By the time the water reached her chest, she was shaking uncontrollably, head searching left and right.

How long had he been under for? “Damien?” she called, knowing that he wouldn’t hear from beneath the water.

Stepping deeper, she turned back towards to beach hoping to see him above the surface but nothing. Just the perfect view of the lake and its shore.

What if he dove and hit his head? Could be be unconscious? Trying to remember where he dove under, she found she couldn't. Sucking in a deep breath, she submerged, trying to find him beneath the water. It was clear, but she could only see a few feet in any direction. Returning to the surface for breath, her body shuddering at the cold. Swimming down and searching around in a circle and again, nothing. Panic began to riose quickly, forcing her heart to beat faster and faster, forcing the need for more air. Kicking to the surface she now faced the cliff, breathing heavily. “Damien?!” Sarah shouted, panic making her forget he would not hear her.