Chapter 20: Chapter 20

"Marcella, it's just water. What's the worst that could happen?" He asks and I want to say,

Gee, I dunno...maybe we'll end up kissing again after another near drowning experience.

Maybe I'll want you to keep kissing me passionately, just like in the kitchen.

Maybe I'll end up in your bed and begging you to do things to me....except this time I won't be drunk.

But I just shrug with a shy smile, too conscious of what I'm wearing as I'm standing so close to him.

And too conscious of how he has no shirt on, and the way the water is gently lapping against his torso.

"You're gonna need to learn to love the water before anything else." He says softly, his deep, gentle voice sounding almost harmonic.

"Love the water?" I ask, trying not to be distracted about how his eyes are a matching blue to the pool.

He moves closer to me now and I cant process the thought to move away, so I stand and let my heart beat accelerate as his right hand gently holds my waist and slowly moves up the curve of my back until it's between my shoulder blades.

"Let me show you." He says and his other hand is suddenly at the back of my thighs, just below the curve of my butt.

The feel of his fingers at such a sensitive spot sends a bolt of panic and wild feelings round my body and I breathe in sharply.

"Its okay." He says, his voice suddenly so close that I can feel his warm breath at the base of my ear.

"You ready?" He asks and before I can reply that I have no idea what he is talking about, he hoists me up to parallel position in the water, so it's almost like I'm floating.

"Oh, my goodness." I whimper, keeping my eyes shut out of fear as I grip his hand.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Comes his soft voice. I can still feel his hands behind my thighs and on my back.

"Open your eyes, Marcella. Look at me." He says and I take a deep breath before I finally look up at him.

"Right at me." He repeats but he doesn't have to say it twice because all I can see is the calm blue of his eyes. Gentle and reassuring.

Warm and reliable, in a way I have never seen them before.

"I'm right here." He says again and I suddenly feel relaxed, like I was meant to love the water, like I can finally let go of every care in the world and just float.

It's exhilarating.

I turn to Mr. Robinson to make sure he is still there, like he said. And sure enough, he is...but over 4 feet away from me.

"Wait,....Mr. Robinson---"

"Don't panic." He says gently, with a comic smile.

"I can't do this alone." I say, suddenly scared.

What if I drop in?

"You aleady are. I'm just here to make sure you don't drop in....just like I said." He says and I'm trying not to panic.

"Okay, fine. I've gotten the hang of it. Can you please come closer now? I'd like to stand." I say and he chuckles as he comes closer, eyes on me.

Then I feel his hand on my back as he helps me up and I'm suddenly staring up into those eyes.

"Scaredy cat." He says as his hands move from my back, down to my waist.

Then he pulls me closer, if that's even possible.

"Before I let my passionate, human instincts take over and let you get mad at me for kissing the hell out of those lips of yours, just know I didnt leave the couch earlier today because I didn't want to be near you." He says, and I watch his blue eyes gradually get dark.

"I left because fifteen minutes before Ronnie knocked, I was staring at your face, your hair, your lips, your body, and this beautiful beauty mark right here." He says and his other hand gently touches the spot at the corner of my lip.

"And I don't know why, but it was enchanting. And then the knock came and I realised Ronnie was going to think I was fucking my maid, like every other woman. And you were going to think I was some creep that watches you while you sleep." He says with a tilt at the corner of his lip, giving an adorable half smile and I can't help but laugh at his words.

"So I panicked and jumped off. And about Holly, she did try to seduce me at work...but I couldn't even think of her. I didnt even want to. The image of you sleeping with this sweet face of yours had me hallucinating." He says and I bite my lower lip, observing the features of his face, his eyes, straight nose, that amazing jawline and finally...his lips.

Now I can relate to the 'passionate human instincts' he was talking about and I want to be victim to every fibre of his body that has me prisoner.

"I stopped being mad a long time ago." I say softly, my voice coming out like a whisper.

"When exactly?" He asks, his voice lower as he pulls me even closer.

So close that I can feel him.

Every part of him.

And his dark eyes remain on mine.

"Right after you laughed." I say.

"So you like it when I laugh."

"I like it when you do stuff with your lips." I say and lean close.

"And your mouth." I say.

"Ditto." He whispers and closes the space between us.

God, his kissing is captivating.

His hands go down and grab my butt as he increases the tempo of our kiss and I gladly oblige to everything he has to offer.

To the pleasurable sensation of his lips on mine.

To his hands exploring every part of my body.

To the bulge in his pants.

To the heated passion of everything.

"Mmmm...." I moan, letting him deepen the kiss as he backs me up to the edge of the pool and moves his trail of hot kisses to my neck and collar bone.

"Oh..." I whimper as he kisses and sucks at the curve of my collar bone before shifting lower to my exposed cleavage.

As he gently bites and teases the exposed flesh, his hand finds it's way into the shorts of my swimwear and he presses into my wetness.

I scream, overcome by need as i let my hands roam down to his shorts and I slowly grab hold of his bulge and begin stroking.

"For Fuck's sake." He groans and returns his lips, back to mine.

Then suddenly he pulls away.

I have to take a second to recover before I open my eyes to see him staring at me with dark, passionate eyes.

"If I continue, you do know how this will end." He says and I just nod, trying to catch my breath.

"And you won't mind? You're okay with that?" He asks and I wish he would stop talking.

"Yes." I say and cover the space between us as I kiss him.

He returns the kiss but pulls away a little to look at me.

"Then we have to take this to the room."

*****

If I ever imagined having sex with Mr. Robinson, I would think it would be like he makes it to be.

Bumping into furniture and stripping off, leaving a trail of clothes behind.

Heavy moans.

Heated sounds.

All in a desperate need to find release.

I didnt imagine what's happening now. Him, kissing me gently as he carries me bridal style, all the way to the master bedroom.

As he steps in, he shuts the door with his foot, then drops me gently.. his eyes on me the entire time.

Apart from the fervent need of passionate sex screaming within me....I feel comfortable with him, with the lusty yet calm look in his eyes.

His hands circle round my waist now as his gaze drops to my lips, then he dips his head, ever so slowly.

Taking his time.

And I'm loving every bit of how gentle he is.

The minute his lips are on mine, its like the first time we kissed near the pool. Like it's our first kiss.

It's slow, rhythmic and dense with need.

"Marcella..." he moans softly against my lips and I let myself respond without a care.

"Kyle...." I say, leaning closer...needing more.

Then he lifts me up and carries me to the kingsized bed, with my legs wrapped round his waist.

As he gently drops me, he pauses to look at me on the bed, his eyes roaming over my body.

Then he leans close, maintaining eye contact, he says,

"I want to make love to you."

I bite my lip, thinking of how to respond but he doesn't let me. His lips are on mine just as his hands travel to my back and he unclasps my bra top.

His lips are just below my earlobe and he teases it, kissing and biting gently, making me gasp with pleasure.

"Ohhh.....God." I moan when I feel his hands gently clasp my breasts and he brings a pebbled tip to his mouth.

Biting, sucking, teasing, kissing, driving me insane.

"Kyle..." I gasp, relishing the feel of mouth on my other breast, as his hand travels down my abdomen and into my swimwear shorts.

"I want to feel you." Comes his voice, raspy with need as he suckles and teases my nipple and his finger finds my spot.

"Please..." I moan, gradually loosing control as his finger slips inside me.

His mouth travels down as well, leaving behind a trail of hot kisses.

"And I want to taste you." He says and takes my shorts off, then I feel his mouth on me.

I grab fistfulls of sheets, writhing and begging him not to stop.

To keep going.

To taste me right there.

"Marcella,....you're a goddess." He says, kissing and sucking and licking.

"Please Kyle....Oh, please, make love to me." I beg, needing more before I break in release.

I can feel him move away before I hear the ripping of a packet.

"Look at me." He says and I open my eyes to look at him.

He moves up and plants a kiss on my forehead, making the experience a whole different thing and giving me a feeling that is otherworldly.

Then he kisses me on my lip, and stops, holding my gaze.

Maintaining eye contact, he balances his weight on one arm and the other comes round my waist, pressing me close.

Then I feel him enter me, ever so slowly. My breathing comes out quivered at the amazing feel of him in me, filling me up as I moan and whimper, all the while staring into his passionate dark eyes.

"Kyle...." I moan, holding his gaze.

"Marcella...." he sighs as he enters me completely and closes his eyes.

In a sudden quick move, he switches our position with a passionate groan and I'm on top of him.

Then he thrusts upward, into me with his hands gripping my waist and I let out a scream at the explosive passionate feeling.

Leaning down, I grip his shoulders and meet his thrusts with mine, riding him.

Craving him.

"Fuck." He groans as he thrusts even faster and I cant stop moaning.

Can't stop enjoying the feeling of him buried within me.

My hair is bouncing against my face and back as his thrusts get faster and my loans get louder.

"Oh, baby." He groans as his hand reaches up and squeezes my breast, then travels down to our joined sexes and rubs against my clit.

"Kyle!" I moan loudly as he thrusts deeper, harder, faster and keeps rubbing.

"Fuck, Marcy. Cum for me." He says and I scream as an ecstatic feeling of release runs through me and I grip his shoulders just as he grips my waist, holding me in place as he groans in release as well.

"Mmmm....." I sigh in relief and exhaustion as lay down on his body and he pulls me close.

"If you were a sin, I'd be addicted." He says and I giggle, despite how tired I am.

"Why would I remind you of a sin?" I whisper, looking up to stare into those wonderful, blue eyes.

"Well, I just found out having sex with you should be forbidden." He says, panting slowly.

"Is that so?" I ask.

"Absolutely."

"Why?"

He blinks now, looking at me.

"Because you're all things good and a few things bad. Which is what makes those bad things tempting." He says and leans close.

"But tasting those bad things is even worse, because it takes me out of this world." He says with a cocky smile and I tilt my head at him.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" I ask and he pecks the tip of my nose.

"A sexy one." He says and suddenly leaves the bed.

I sit up in panic, just to realise he only wants to dispose of the condom.

I don't process the information fast enough because when he turns around, he frowns at my panic-stricken face.

"What?" He asks as he climbs into bed and I just shake my head.

"Nothing...I just thought...." I begin, watching his eyes and the umistakable concern in them.

"Tell me." He says and I just shrug.

"I thought you were in a hurry to leave me...or something. It doesn't matter."

"It does to me. Why would you think that?" He asks, his eyes on mine.

"Because every time you bring a lady over, you always leave her in bed before the sun is up. And then you tell her not to wear your clothes, and then she just becomes history...."

"Marcella." He says gently as he pulls me close.

"That's because all those ladies,...I just have plain sex with them. But I made love to you." He says, holding my gaze and I fall.

Hook, line and sinker.

"Yeah?" I ask with a smile as I snuggle close to his warmth.

"Yeah." He says and pecks me on the cheek before covering us both with a blanket.

"Goodnight Kyle." I say.

And it doesn't sound weird.

To call him Kyle.

It sounds perfectly normal.