Page 7 of Heartbeats Amidst Chaos: Part 3
“So, what do we do first?” Rissa asked again, but this time there was a twinkle in her eye. “Swimming? Hiking? Boating? Drinks on the patio? Trying on all our new clothes?” She gestured toward the packages he had dropped on the kitchen table, and her suggestive tone set his heart beating a bit more quickly again.
“You know what couples really come on these romantic getaways to do, right?” Elio asked, inching closer to her until he could feel the heat of her body against his. She did not move away, her face tilted up innocently toward him as if she had no idea what he was getting at. The twinkle was still in her eye though, as bright as the diamond on her finger.
“What?” she asked. “Explain it to me, will you?”
Permission. Rissa was good at giving her “yeses” subtly and her “nos” unequivocally. It was something Elio had somehow come to know well, he realized, over the brief course of their—whatever it was they had.
“Sure,” he said huskily, feeling a warm flush of excitement at her readiness. “I’ll show you.”
He put one hand on her slender neck and the other on the small of her back, pressing her closer to him as he tilted her head to his kiss. She responded by wrapping both arms around him, her palms against his back, and kissing him back, slowly and gently as if they truly were a couple on a romantic getaway.
Recalling that they were out on a deck, in plain sight of anyone passing on the lakeshore, Elio slowly eased them back through the door of the cabin, trying not to break the kiss. He pushed it closed with his foot.
He told himself he would stop the moment Rissa gave signs of pulling away, but his cock was already hard, nudging her belly as she pressed up against him. And Rissa was showing no signs of wanting to stop. Experimentally, he moved his hands to the zipper of her dress, pulling it down.
Rissa finally broke from the kiss, but it was only to pull the dress down unceremoniously and step out of it, leaving it in a wrinkled, blue puddle on the floor. She then kicked out of her sandals and grabbed the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards. Elio bent slightly forward, helping her pull it over his head. He noticed that she took special care not to brush his sutures. Leaveit to the doctor to remember that. In the growing heat of the moment, he had almost forgotten.
She unbuttoned his pants, her fingers swift and sure, and slid them down over his hips. He kicked out of his shoes, stepped out of the pants, and pulled off his socks, the wooden floor of the cabin kitchen cool against his bare feet.
“Do you want to take this to the bedroom?” he mumbled, his lips kissing along the smooth line of her cheekbone as he pulled her back into his arms. “Before we’re stark naked?”
Rissa laughed softly, happily. “Yes, please,” she breathed.
Grabbing her hand, Elio pulled her toward the tiny bedroom. As they stepped through the doorway, he suddenly bent down and scooped her up, tossing her lightly onto the huge bed. Rissa laughed again as he came down on top of her, pressing one thigh between her legs while the other assisted his elbows in holding him slightly above her. She wriggled, embracing the thigh with her own, pressing into it. He could feel the heat and dampness between her legs.
Elio slipped his hands behind her shoulders, and she propped herself on her elbows, allowing him to unclasp her bra and pull her arms out of it. He tossed it aside, pausing to take in the sight of her perfect breasts spilled in front of him. He bent his head and kissed first one nipple and then the other, drawing his tongue lightly across the ridged, pink flesh.
Rissa gasped, burying both hands in his hair as she tipped her head back against the bed. Her fingers gripped his scalp, sending tingles down his neck and back and drawing a quiet groan from his lips.
Still gently lapping her nipples with his tongue, Elio put his hands on her thong, pulling it down over her hips. She pulled up her knees to kick out of it more easily, and he caught a glimpse of the wet, pink folds that were already engorged and ready for him.
She released his hair to reach for his briefs, and Elio pulled back slightly.
“Wait,” he said, his voice gasping slightly with the effort of halting the onslaught of his arousal. “I don’t have a condom.”
Rissa smiled, her face flushed. “Yes, you do,” she said. She scrambled from beneath him and scampered the few steps to the tiny kitchen, dipping her hand into first one bag and then another, searching quickly and efficiently. A second later, she came skipping back, the tiny packet held triumphantly in her hand.
Elio’s relief sent his arousal surging forward at full speed once more. She’d ordered condoms along with their clothes. A less subtle “yes.”
He yanked down his briefs as Rissa tore open the condom. Then, her warm hands were on his erect penis, sliding the condom expertly into place and artfully brushing her fingertips across hisballs as she finished. He groaned again, grabbing her hips and lifting her once more onto the bed. She spread her legs, reaching up to pull him down on top of her.
He positioned himself between her thighs and slid into her, slowly and carefully at first. She moaned, tangling her legs around the back of his and pulling him closer.
He drove deeper, a gasp breaking from his lips as she tightened around him. Already, they were both so close.
His cheek was against her temple, their skin damp and warm. Her fingernails scrabbled against his back as he began to thrust in and out. Her hips moved in rhythm, arching against him. She was quiet, but her panting breaths began to sound a little more like “oh, oh, oh,” and Elio couldn’t keep from grunting as she clenched around him.
They reached their climax in tandem, her bucking beneath him as he pulsed within her. Elio shouted, the sound tearing from his throat of its own volition. The moment was one of pure ecstasy. Rissa clung to him as if she would never let him go, and he was her willing prisoner.
Chapter four
Rissa woke to a gentle kiss on her temple followed by fingertips gently brushing her hair out of her face. A smile touched her lips as she opened her eyes to find Elio leaning over her, his dark hair standing erect, his hazel eyes bright. She couldn’t remember the last time she had woken with a smile on her face, and the thought gave her sleep-fogged brain pause.
“Good morning,” Elio said. “I was just about to go out for an early morning swim, and I wondered if you wanted to go with me.”
“What?” Rissa sat up, pushing the sheets aside to peer out the window at the lake. It was just past dawn, and a silver mist twined among the trees and hovered over the glassy water. It was beautiful.
“Oh, no,” she groaned, flopping back onto her pillow. Elio sat on the bed beside her, his face taking on a woebegone expression as he waited for her to explain. He was wearing the black and green swim trunks she had ordered for him and a green, cotton t-shirt. He looked wide awake and excited—and somehow both more innocent and more enticingly attractive than she had seen him yet.
