Page 92 of Stolen Kiss

“I have everything crossed for you.”

For another hour, they floated and swam, drank the rest of their cocktail, and flaked out on the lounger in the late afternoon sun.

“Here he is,” Jennifer whispered.

Cynthia rose on her elbows and shielded her eyes to look across the pool at the side gate. There, in all his gorgeousness, was Jonathan Cranford. He wore long navy shorts and a loose t-shirt. His hair was messed up from hours of travelling.

“My God, I have missed that man,” Cynthia whispered back.

“That’s my cue to leave. See you tomorrow, honey,” Jennifer said, getting up and kissing her friend’s head.

“Yeah,” Cynthia replied with a sigh, rising slowly and moving around the pool to meet Jonathan halfway.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said, cupping her cheeks.

“Hi, handsome,” she replied, tilting her chin to claim her kiss.

Jonathan didn’t waste any time and kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her back and lifting her off the floor. Then, he walked them around to the lounger she was just lying on and sat down with her on his lap.

“I missed you,” she said, pushing her fingers through his tousled hair.

“I missed you more. I missed the feeling of you in my hands. Your skin is so soft, like nothing I have ever touched or kissed before.”

“If you married me, you could always have me.”

Jonathan pulled his head back and had a playful smile. “Has your family warmed up to the idea of you marrying beneath you?”

“No,” she replied with a long sigh.

“Then we can’t get married until they are okay with it.”

“Maybe I can work on my father. My grandfather would never agree.”

“I couldn’t support us on the salary they pay me. It seems they pay junior teachers a pittance. Plus, the men who are teachers at the school are there for life. I’ll have to wait for someone to die before I get a promotion or a pay increase. I’ve been there ten years, and not a single promotion has come up.”

“What if I fall pregnant? Surely you’ll have to marry me then.”

“Are you pregnant? I thought you were on the pill. After the last two times, it’s not likely, is it?”

“There’s always a possibility, Jonathan. We don’t meet often, but we have a lot of sex.”

“Let’s worry about that if it happens, darling. Now, can I take you to bed and ravish you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

They’d spent five weeks in a Villa next to Lake Como. Bathing, eating delicious food, and enjoying the freedom to explore each other. It did not differ from the last ten summers they’d spent together. As Jonathan eased into her body, clutching her hips and then pushing until his hips pressed against her bottom, Cynthia memorised every moment of their connection. She was always ready for his cock. It only took one touch, one look, and her body recognised it was time to fuck again. Holding onto the metal posts, with the cheek on the pillow, she planted her knees into the mattress, waiting for Jonathan to pick up speed and deepen his thrusts. He didn’t disappoint. Hearing his longgroans each time he entered her made her spiral higher. She was almost there, but Jonathan was making this last.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Cyn. I will never get enough of you. I am blinded by your beauty,” Jonathan gritted out.

“I love you,” Cynthia said in a harsh whisper when his fingers found her and stroked lightly.

He took her to the edge and then stopped and slowed his movements. Jonathan kept taking her to the edge and then stopped.

Cynthia looked over her shoulder, putting her elbows on the pillows for balance to look at him. She took in a sharp breath. Jonathan’s lips were in a thin line, his eyes wild. Only then did she feel his fingers digging in harder than usual. All of his concentration was on their connection. He kept watching as he slowly entered her body.

The orgasm she was chasing evaporated as soon as she saw his anger.

Cynthia kept watching as he kept moving, no longer feeling lust but fascination that there was no love in this lovemaking. He was hate-fucking her, and she had no idea why. The next time he took her to the edge, she closed her eyes to get herself there, imagining their time on the secluded beach on Copper Island and not this cold fucking.

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