Bolt

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Just as she considered taking it into her mouth, Bolt guided her upward by the shoulders.

“My turn,” he whispered.

He took her coat off and tossed it to the side. He then began unbuttoning her shirt with laborious ease. She was impatient and wanted him to rip it off without a second thought.

She watched him and bit her lip as he removed her shirt, then placed his hands beneath her T-shirt. The touch of his warm skin made her gasp.

“Got you there,” he said quietly.

He lifted her T-shirt and revealed her breasts. He looked down at them, admiring them like a precious treasure with his eyes.

But there was no time for this. Kara reached around her back and unclasped her bra. Her breasts came free, and Bolt responded to their magnificence.

“Jesus Christ,” he exclaimed.

Kara grinned, then reached out her hand. He took it and waded into the warmth of the springs.

Her skin prickled a little from the change in temperature but then quickly settled. They continued to hold hands as they wadded deeper into the water. When Kara lost her footing, Bolt took her by the waist and pulled her in close.

“Careful you,” he said sweetly.

Her legs naturally wrapped around his hips, and his fingers ran through her hair. She closed her eyes as they kissed, freely exploring each other’s mouths. She moaned against his mouth, her mind whirling with anticipation.

Bolt’s skin was soft and electric. Her n*****s hardened as she pressed against him, sensitivity swelling at their tips, along with the most primal part of her body.

Bolt backed up against the side of the spring, and she laid her hands out, gripping the rock as his mouth moved fervently over her body. He moved from her mouth to her chin, her jaw, her neck, and her shoulders. A transcendent sense of peace came over her, running directly alongside the flurry of chaos.

“I want you,” Kara whispered into his ear.

He moved back to her face, eyes glistening under the bright sun. There was a part of him that looked concerned, and she wanted to ease it.

“Are you sure?” Bolt asked her.

She touched his face and smiled. He was so very thoughtful, so sweet, and caring. How could this be the same person who had irritated her so much when they first met?

“I’m sure,” she whispered back.

Their open mouths collided, and that sense of peace moved through her again. She could feel him lifting one of her legs beneath the water, and she moved with him like two intimate dancers. He guided her to wrap her legs around his waist again so he could enter her. He held her gaze as he moved his size into her wet center. She panted when she first felt the tip, then the entire length of his manhood pushed inside her.

“Oh, Bolt,” she said, her voice husky.

She pushed his head into her shoulder, and his teeth ravaged the nape of her deck. He began to stroke himself in and out of her, and she moved with him. Her hips gyrated forward, welcoming more of him within the most sacred part of her.

It was their first time together, but Kara felt like they had done it a thousand times before. His body somehow seemed familiar to her, as did his scent and the low rumble of his growl. She didn’t question it, though, and solely relied on the natural movements of her body.

He began moving faster, making the water around them splash up. She dug her nails into him as she moaned, encouraging him to continue at the same pace. She could feel her climax rising in a way that she had never felt before.

“Kara, oh Christ, Kara,” Bolt said.

She nibbled on his ear as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside her.

“I’m getting close …” he said.

Kara closed her eyes and tried to let her orgasm flow through her. The pleasure arrived like gentle rain on a hot day when she let go. Her mind fell into oblivion when she squeezed his head and screamed out his name. Her entire sense of awareness had evaporated as the wet joy possessed her at every inch.

“Bolt, oh god,” she groaned.

He grunted into her ear as he exploded inside her. She felt the warmth come into her like lava, and she welcomed it, kissing his face as he gasped in a pile of exhaustion on top of her.

They settled into the steam in silence, holding one another, their breathing the only harmony to cling to. Kara couldn’t think about anything but how wonderful it felt to hold him there — still and calm.

When he lifted his head from her shoulder, he was smiling. Kara couldn’t help but smile back.

“I think I’ll be okay to sleep now,” he said.

Kara nodded with a chuckle.

“I think I can sleep for ages,” she responded.

They decided to stay in the hot springs for a bit longer to clean each other off. Bolt had cleanser in his pack, and they used it on each of their naked bodies. Bolt’s wound was still very visible, and she touched it lightly with admiration and care.

“I hope we didn’t aggravate this,” Kara said.

They were standing in the shallow end of the springs, with Kara leaning over and into his body. She stroked the soft area where he had been stabbed, feeling sadness come over her with the thought of his suffering.

Bolt touched her hands, then lifted them to his lips. He kissed each finger individually, then leaned on them as he spoke.

“You’re so caring, Kara,” he said with a sparkle in his eye.

Kara felt her body warming again. She knew that it wasn’t the hot springs or even the post-orgasm glow making her feel this way. It was because a beautiful man was complimenting her, and she felt self-conscious.

She lifted her hands to her face, trying to shield her body. She only realized that she was still naked. Bolt pulled her in close to him, stopping the insecurity all that once.

“You’re also so stunning,” he said. “You don’t need to hide any part of yourself from me.”

Kara leaned her head into him, breathing in his musky, intoxicating scent. She closed her eyes, trying to let go of any feelings of discomfort she was used to.

No one had ever made her feel this way, and that scared her. But maybe she was supposed to feel this way. Love didn’t happen without a healthy slice of fear.

She quivered in her mind. Love? Was this love that she was feeling?

Bolt stroked the top of her head, and they held each other for as long as they could before getting cold. Bolt didn’t seem to chill, though, which was interesting. He called himself a personal furnace, which made her giggle with contentment.