Why Choose? Have Them Both

Release

4

I took another deep, filling breath and was about to submerge when the water infront of me rippled. Damien burst through the surface, arms raised high, water spilling down his face and he shouted “Boo!” And grinned.

I reacted before I could think, finding myself hurling my fists at his chest, as a sob of both fear and relief escaped my lips. Damiens expression changed from playful to concern as he wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in his warmth. Another sob pushed from my lips, as I repeated in my head, over and over again not drowned, not drowned, not drowned.

Damien lifted me into his arms and carried me back to shore as I shook from adrenaline, cold and relief.

He gently placed me on the blanket and grabbed a towel and draped it over me. He looked concerned and I tried to tell him that I thought he was drowning, he’d been under for so long but the cold had entered my bones.

I sat up and tugged the towel around me, still shaking uncontrollably. “I didn’t mean to scare you Sarah, just make you jump. I’m sorry,” I could tell he was confused by my reaction but sincere in his apology.

I could do nothing but shake, my teeth chattering together.

“Your lips are blue, Kitten,” He came and sat down behind me, wrapping me in his arms and legs, encasing me in his warmth. I sank back into his chest, craving his heat. After a few minutes, my breathing evened out, “I thought you’d hit your head and was drowning...” now that the drama was over I was feeling silly, and ashamed that I’d hit him. “It seemed as if you were under for too long and I couldn’t find you,” I tried to explain. “I’m sorry, I hit you and overreacted,” I said feebly.

“No,” he said, hugging me tighter. His lips brushed my ear as he said “I can swim underwater for much longer than most, I should have mentioned it. I’m sorry,” he said, squeezing me tighter.

His breath brushed over my ear followed by his lips. His voice so quiet and intimate that fire burned down from my ear tingling down my neck. Simultaneously, a throbbing warmth spread from between my legs, making my breath catch. Almost instantly Damien let out a grunt, almost growl like as my senses were flooded with his seductive scent. He pulled the towel from my shoulder and flung it away.

Damiens arms pulled my ass towards him and I felt his hard erection far up my back. I gulped as my core flooded at the thought of him inside me.

Damiens hands slid down my shoulder and he hooked his finger beneath my bra, his thumb pushing the hooks apart springing the back free. He slowly pulled the straps from my shoulders, the brush of his fingers against my skin, a delight to me senses. My bra quickly sailed away from us, and Damiens hands smashed into my beasts squeezing them against my chest, as his arms alined down my sides and he pulled me up to sit on his crotch. He pushed his erection into my ass, our underwear a thin barrier.

Leaning us both back, my head against his chest, his lips found my neck as he kneaded my chest. I spasmed in ecstasy and rolled my hips back agains him, feeling his responding moans vibrate through my neck, his lips stuck to it like his life depended on the contact.

Damiens hands released my chest and slide down my stomach and circled back up my waist as he grumbled “Beautiful,” in my ear. My hands found his hair, clenching tight, pulling his face back to my neck. “Damien!” I moaned, begging him but not sure for what. I wanted him, everywhere, all over me, all at once. His hands came back to my breasts, this time gently teasing in circles until he took my n****e in each finger and thumb. He rolled them gently, slowly applying more pressure, planting soft rises one my neck, cheek, behind my ear. My senses overloaded on him. “f**k!” I called out as his grip on my n*****s became firm, pushing to the pain/pleasure barrier. My need turned into a frenzy and I turned towards him, wanting this lips, his skin, his eyes on me. Damien’s arm fastened beneath my chest keeping me in place and he playfully admonished me tutting “Kitten, behave”. He voice was infuriatingly seductive and confident. I stilled my body, but my heart pounding, my breathing in uncontrolled pants as I felt his free hand slide down my stomachs towards my underwear. As he slid over my panties I moaned in frustration wanting his touch on my swollen hot flesh beneath the fabric. He gripped the whole of me with his hand, firmly and my body convulsed into his touch. “Look at how wet you are for me Kitten,” he growled, driving me wild.

My vulva twitched in his hands and he rumbled deep and ripped away the delicate fabric exposing me.

With the slowest and gentlest pressure he ran a finger through my wetness bring it to my c**t, and repeated this until it was drenched. He then began to apply pressure the soft circles around and around and around, drawing moans, gasps and more curses from my lips. Heat was flushing through me in wave after wave of pleasure at his touch, my core tightening, my breathing hot and heavy.

“f**k me Demain!” I demanded lost in what he was doing to my body.

His other hand came back to squeeze each of my breasts, flicking my n*****s before begining its decent to my wet p***y. He didn’t stop the slow sensual, consistent pressure on my c**t as his other hand travelled down, further and stopped just at my opening. “Is this what you want, Kitten?” He asked. My hand flew to his and pushed his finger inside of me, making me cry out in pleasure. He chuckled at my impatience and began to push his finger in to me, drawing back slowly and thrusting again, and again and again. My core tightened more but he somehow kept me on the edge, never collapsing over it. “Please,” I begged completely at his mercy, panting even harder. He growled again and thrust a second finger into me, stretching me wonderfully. His fingers on my c**t sped up, applying more pressure as he shoved his fingers into me repeatedly, harder and faster. My body wound tighter and tighter, my thighs clenching and closing around his hands. He began to curl his fingers, brushing at me as he pulled them away, to then slam back into me. His fingers over my c**t pushed down, swiping from left to right, much harder than before, as he sat me up. My head fell back on his shoulder, my voice, and mind utterly lost to the sensations he forced upon my body. Just when I couldn’t take anymore, my core burst so explosively I pushed my whole body back into his, my eyes closing, mouth wide open as wave upon wave upon wave slammed through my being. I couldn’t think, just feel the shocks run outwards from me until they slowed and subsided leaving me a trembling heap, sprawled over him.

My body felt heavy and satisfied and tired and happy. I noticed his arms were wrapped around me once more, his breath on me. Id never felt so safe and secure and before I knew it I was fast asleep in his strong arms.

Opening my eyes, I hear Damiens strong, consistent heartbeat and feel his warmth beneath my cheek. His breathing is deep and steady and I realise he is asleep. I lie for a moment and then quietly get up. I look and see my clothes are piled next me, realising Damiens must have fetched them while I slept. Climbing into them I hear Damien stretch and look to see he is now awake. “Hello Kitten” he purrs at me, looking sleepy and far too hot. A rumble of thunder make me jump as the heavens open and heavy rain starts to fall. I squeal and help Damien pack the blanket. He grabs my hand, the wind whipping his hair all around him and leads me, not toward the path to the cliff but towards the trees nearest to us. By the time we reach them we are both drenched, but the thick woods offer some cover. “I don’t think this will pass anytime soon,” he says looking at me. “There is another cabin closer than mine we could go to. But it will be dark by the time we reach it and will have to stay the night. Or we can travel back to my cabin?” He asks. Soaked through and cold to the bone already, I ask “How far is it?” He points east and says “About 5 minutes that way,”. I nod and start walking.