Page 70 of Something Blue

Celso gets frustrated with not being able to thrust into me as hard as he wants to in the water, so he lifts me out and turns me around, pushing me face down over the edge of the bath.

He shoves his cock into me from behind and I squeal in delight as he grips my hips and fucks me as hard as he wants to.

His cock slams into me over and over again, steam drifting off my skin where the water meets the cooler night air.

I look up and all I see is a bright evening sky, filled with stars, over the silhouettes of mountains.

Everything is adding to the thrilling sensation of this experience.

It’s almost overwhelming.

I can’t seem to catch my breath I’m moaningso much, gasping with each thrust and enjoying the touch of his hands on my skin.

“Tell me again, angel. Tell me you love me.” He growls.

“I love you.” I gasp between breathes as he slams into me.

“And you belong to me.” He says.

“I belong to you, Celso.” I confess.

He grabs a handful of my hair his cock growing harder inside me.

I shudder with delight and my legs begin to shake as he fucks me faster and faster, pulling my hair and forcing me to arch my back towards him.

“Come on my cock, angel. I can feel you tightening.”

He takes in a heavy breath. “Fuck that is so good.” He growls as my orgasm rocks through me, making my pussy throb over his cock. Wave after wave of intense pleasure make me cry out and he pushes deep inside me, exploding while his moans vibrate against my back.

The night we make love again in the bedroom with glass walls, up against the edge of a mountain cliff, my heart beating fast from fear, adrenalin and lust.

I sleep in his arms as soft mist dances over the views.

In the morning we watch the sunrise and everything in my life has never been more perfect than it is right now.

I’ve never been happier or more free in my life. And I’ve never felt love like this before.

The way I feel about Celso makes me think that I’ve never understood love - not until I met a man who loves me for who I am.

I can’t imagine my life without him.

Just before sunset the helicopter arrives to take us back to our car, and we road trip home. Both of us keep glancing at each other and smiling.

Everything has changed now. I don’t have to hold back or fight how I feel about him. I’ve embraced it - along with the fears or what might happen - I’ve let myself love him. I’ve let go and my heart has fallen deep down the rabbit hole.

The next two days at home are magical. Celso goes out of his way to do things for me and I can’t help but smother him in affection.

On Wednesday morning he has to go into work, and I’m left alone in the penthouse to keep myself busy.

While he is out the phone in his office rings and I rush to answer it for him so that I can take a message.

I bolt up the stairs and pick it up in a hurry, but I’m too late and the line goes dead as I say hello.

“Oh well, you can call back if it’s important.” I mutter, setting the phone back in the cradle.

I bump his laptop and the screen flickers to life.

On the desktop I see a folder - the name of the folder is Neve.

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