CHAPTER 39: WATERFALL III: FEELINGS

"We should go." Adam said, as we lounged around near the borderlines of the clear water.

We must have been lying down there, holding each other for more than twenty minutes after the third round of sex we had just had in the water. It had been terrific.

Had I mentioned that earlier? Well, don’t blame me, the feeling had been so intense, so fulfilling and so beautiful.

Adam was staring at me all over even as he began to trail his wonder working fingers on my arm, then down to the curve of my naked buittocks. I chuckled. Hadn’t he just said that we had to be going?

"Why are you laughing? What’s funny?" He asked me, amusement dancing in his own eyes too. He must have known why I was chuckling.

"Well, you mentioned that we had to go, probably because of the upcoming party that would be taking place soon, but here you are, playing around my buttocks. Do you want to go again? I mean..you know..." I was sputtering now, and Adam was laughing out loud without remorse, obviously humored by my clumsy avoidance of calling the f word or just sex.

Even though every last shred of shyness had disappeared during our strings of lovemaking earlier, I was still feeling abashed, my cheeks red, when it came to saying the word to him.

Then, I was still reeling in the feeling that I had all this time in the world with Adam.

It actually seemed that we were in another world, in our own world where we get to decide whatever we want without minding whose ass is gored.

There was also a freeness to Adam’s activities, like a burden has been released from his shoulders for a while. The look of weariness had disappeared from his eyes, and he was damn light free, so light free that I hadn’t been able to recognize or put him together with the Adam that had bullied me.

This place was magic. I can see why he and his brothers had hidden it from the eyes of the other members of the pack. Did his father know of this place?

"Damn, Maya, we just made love, and you are still shy?" He questioned, dropping a kiss on my lips, causing my brain to turn to mush again, and my insides to tighten with want.

How could I still want him again after all we have done during the last two to three hours? Was I becoming a sex maniac? I wondered even as I tightened the hold of my thighs which had been around his legs all this while.

Adam groaned then, shaking his head.

"Maya...the party. We have to leave, before my brothers start searching for us. They would probably check here first." He muttered, and I sighed, not ready to face reality again.

"Don’t worry, we will come back another time, any time you want." He promised, and I shrugged, not telling him that I could stay here forever, that I wanted to stay here forever, where it would be just the two of us, existing with no care in the world, no duties or burdens, no responsiblies or people demanding things from us.

That was crazy, but I wanted it then. I wanted it all.

Rather I said; "You are right. Let’s go."

Gingerly, I stood up from the rocky ground, aware that he was staring at naked me, but choosing to bask under his attention as I took slow sensual steps to where my clothes had been dropped in a heap, instead of giving in to my abashment and shyness again.

"You are beautiful, Maya." I heard him murmur, and smiled, before bending down, consciously shaking my buttocks as I picked up my clothes from the elevated rock.

Standing up, maintaining the same slow pace, I tried working my bra around my chest, but hands from behind me reached for my breasts and cupped them in his hands, before the bra could do its job.

"Adam...what are you doing?" I asked him, half teasing, half wanting, or rather needing him to keep up the candor.

He inhaled deeply, breathing my scent into his lungs, his hands moving slowly over my body, taking his time with me, fighting off the beast raging to possess me-I could feel it. I felt his emotions too.

He still felt sad that he had hurt me too much, bullied me all these years, taken happiness from me that he wasn’t sure he could ever give back. He was sad I was leaving. He was a tad bit worried that my first time with him might not have been too beautiful, to be as right as he wanted to make it.

I smiled, feeling a lone tear slip past my ears, wanting to turn around and tell him that I felt most peaceful with him and that I have forgiven him. But I couldn’t do that because it would warrant some questions that I wasn’t sure of the answers to. Like why was my sight and hearing nerves enhanced now? Why could I feel his emotions?

These new developments wanted me to hope, but I’ve been trained better. I couldn’t let my emotions override my logics. It was probably because of the environment. It smelt of magic.

"Don’t cry, love," He whispered softly into my throat, his mouth resting over my pulse, his tongue stroking the frantic rhythm. Could he feel my emotions too? That his surrender to me was making me so emotional and teary?

I felt his body clench; hunger rose until it beat at him, at me. His teeth scraped my neck, a sweet torment for both of us. He picked on my breasts then, kneading my nipples with his fingers, marveling at how soft I was, how perfect. My bones felt small beneath his seeking hands, yet my muscles were firm and my skin like satin.

He was trembling now, a shudder of effort to hold back his wild nature, a fine sheen of sweat bathing his body.

Sensations and textures danced with swirling colors and heat. He would never forget the feel of this moment. I knew, just like I knew that I wouldn’t.

The way I looked, smelled, and felt to his touch, the reluctant love, the sorrow, the matching hunger and desire in my mind would forever be etched into his soul.

I felt the change in him, in the way his hands caressed my thighs, the absolute conviction in his mind. I felt his fierce hunger, the burning in his body, his urgent need.

He quickly pulled us gently to a part of the surrounding area covered with grasses. His body blanketed mine, imprisoned me, his knee effectively parting my legs.

My body clenched hotly as he pressed against me, hard and insistent. My heart jolted in sudden weak rebellion, but his mouth was on my breast, driving out sane thoughts. With every hot pull of his mouth, moist heat throbbed and beckoned him deeper until he met innocent resistance.