The forest opens and in front of me is the most exquisite sight I’ve ever seen: a tall waterfall rushes beautiful, clear water into the calm, deep creek. And the best thing is that we’re the only ones here.
Eli starts setting up the picnic and I stand back and enjoy the view. Of him that is.
I need to do something to fix this dynamic. I feel like he’s holding all the cards and I hate it. An idea creeps into my head and I smile. That will work.
“I think I might go for a swim.”
I strip off my strapless dress and panties until I’m bare-ass naked, and I run into the creek. Breaking the water from my dive, I turn around to look at Eli, a hand on my hip.
He is staring at me, as he’s stunned that I just stripped in front of him. Exactly the reaction I was going for. I grin at him and raise my eyebrows, waiting for a response.
He shakes his head and laughs.
Throwing his words back at him with a smirk, I say, “Cat got your tongue?”
Walking to the edge of the creek with his eyes locked on mine, Eli works at taking his shirt off slowly. My breath hitches as it goes over his head and falls to the grassy earth. His chiseled abs glisten against the sunlight. My eyes work up his body until they meet his. His intense stare is intimidating. It’s like he’s staring into my soul, untangling all my secrets. The thought makes me feel uneasy, but I can’t look away.
I bite my lip as he starts unbuttoning his shorts, my nipples stiffening in anticipation. My gaze follows his shorts as they travel down his lean legs and hit the ground. He’s naked and I’m curious. I was in the water so fast I doubt he saw anything apart from my breasts, but he’s standing there, completely unashamed, letting me take him all in.
And then I see why.
My gaze drops and my eyes widen. I haven’t seen many dicks in my life, but god he is huge. I swear my pussy cringes just at the sight of it. Am I supposed to take that…all in?
How?
He dives into the water and I watch as he nears me. All I can think about is how painful sex with him would be. How much would that fucking hurt? I’m no virgin, but this…he is a whole other level.
Yet I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. Would I say no if he asked me to have sex with him in this moment?
Probably not. Definitely not.
His hands find my waist as he breaks the water and he pulls me against him, my legs wrapping around his waist. We stare at each other for a long while until his lips meet mine.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he says in a guttural tone.
“And you’re so…big,” I smirk. I know he knows what I’m talking about when he laughs and shakes his head.
His hands grab my face as he kisses me again, this time so delicately. His tongue licks my lips before diving deep into my mouth and I let out a loud groan, tightening my legs around his waist. I can feel the heat of my pussy on his stomach and I start to rock. God, it feels so good and I’m not far from climaxing just from the feel of him against me. As quickly as it started, Eli pulls away from me panting.
“Come on, let’s have a swim and then eat. I’m starved,” he says as he dunks both of us under the water. Why did he stop? My insecurities refuse to leave me alone. In the back of my mind I can’t help but wonder if I did something wrong. Maybe I’m coming on too strong?
We spend ten minutes swimming under the waterfall before it starts getting cold. He swims to the bank and I follow, accepting the towel he wraps around me. His lips meet mine again in a soft, tender kiss, and then he turns around. I run my hands through my wet hair and dry myself off.
Lying on the blanket, we’ve put our clothes back on and we’re feasting on the food Eli bought. Whoever packed this picnic basket did a fantastic job. There’s everything from juice to little chicken sandwiches and chocolate-dipped strawberries, which Eli insists on feeding me.
“Tell me about your family,” I say, keen to start off the conversation. He rolls over so he’s lying on his back and I’m tucked into his side.
We’ve spent the last few months talking about everything but steering away from the serious topics such as family. I know he has issues with his and I worried pressuring him to talk would push him away. Face to face is different, though. I can gauge when I’m moving things too quickly much easier than over a keyboard.
“My mom lives in Miami. We have a great relationship. She’s been the one constant in my life, but I don’t get down to see her as much as I should. I have three older sisters and we get along okay.” He pauses, a wistful look on his face. “I don’t have the strong bond with them like most brothers do with their sisters. Dad and I have never seen eye to eye. He did something despicable eight years ago, which really hurt my mother, that I can’t forgive him for. My sisters forgave him, but I couldn’t. The only reason I’m here is because he’s sick and he’s family.” He shrugs.