Page 88 of Knot Just for Show

“Kintsugi,” she whispers against my chest, her body softening with relief now that we’ve bared our confessions. “I like that.” She nuzzles against me and I feel my heart rate slow, the muscles in my jaw beginning to unclench.

I’ve been alone so much of my life, I’m not sure—but I think this is what love is. Finding comfort in others, knowing they will always have your back—that they’ll always be there to hold you.

“Sorry to start our date off with all of this doom and gloom,” I sniffle, pulling back from Ursula just enough to wipe the tears from her face before kissing the salt trails from her round, apple cheeks.

“No, no—this was a long time coming.” She shakes her head, reaching up to push a sweaty lock of my wild, flaming hair out of my face. “This is the kind of stuff we need to talk about, even if it isn’t fun—it isn’t easy,” she coos gently, my hands in hers as she ferries us closer and closer to the water’s edge.

“But—I think we’ve done enough soul bearing for now—don’t you?” I give her a wink, allowing myself to be led.

“Yes, I think it’s time to make out under a waterfall—then have some lunch. No more trauma bonding for today.” Ursula nodsemphatically before letting go of my hands and cannonballing into the nearby pool of water with a loud whoop.

After a goodly amount of paddling around in the crystal clear waters of our private swimming hole, and a light lunch of fresh fruit and assorted charcuterie—Ursula, and I spread out a set-provided beach blanket on a large stone outcropping, lounging in the midday sun as our feet dangle in the cool water.

Beside me she basks in the golden heat, her head thrown back—her heart-shaped sunglasses liquid white reflection. Without thinking, she begins to untie the bow of her bathing suit top—the lycra blend fabric already threatening to burst open and let those glorious breasts free—before she catches sight of the camera crew in her peripheral vision and stops, thinking better of it.

“They can’t use anything intimate,” I remind her, giving her a playful smirk —encouragement for her to continue the process of becoming topless.

“Easy for you to say.” She sticks her tongue out at me playfully. “You’re not the one exposing yourself.”

“Touche,” I concede, throwing up my hands. “I should lead by example. You’re right.”

Ursula arches a raven brow in challenge, and I’m in motion before she can say anything else.

I stand up on the blanket, making awkward eye contact with the gentleman holding the boom mic as I hook my thumbsthrough the elastic waist of my swim trunks—preparing to drop trou.

Ursula giggles maniacally as the camera crew scrambles back over the rocks to give us a bit more privacy, but her laughing abruptly tapers off as I turn around and step out of my swimsuit—the sun calling to all of my many freckles as I stand before her in my birthday suit.

“I know everyone keeps saying I don’t have a type.” She blinks—her eyebrows raised scandalously close to her hairline. “But if they were getting the same views I’m getting—one might accuse me of being asize queen.” Ursula laughs—her eyes flitting from between my legs back up to make eye contact.

“I mean, I don’t wanna spoil anything for you—but after what I’ve seen, I was starting to feel self conscious—and not to brag, but I’d never been worried before.” I recline casually on the rock beside her.

“Oh, really?” she prompts, her hands returning to the tie of her bikini top—those glorious teardrop breasts bouncing free of their lycra bounds, as Ursula undoes the bowknot.

I turn from my side onto my stomach as I feel my cock begin to stiffen, propping myself up on my elbows—still greedy for the sight of her, even if I’m trying my best to remain a gentleman.

“Yeah, really.” I wink, my eyes following Ursula as she walks on hands and knees toward me on the blanket. “Teddy isn’t the only one Lysander’s had a little playtime with.”

“Hmmm, I was wondering when I might hear some details about how you all get along in the lounge,” she purrs, her body warm from baking in the sun as she sidles up alongside me—propping herself up on her elbows—her breasts pressed nearly up to her chin in this position.

“I happened upon our boy prince in the shower, cranking his hog.”

Ursula snorts a laugh.

“Oh my god, did you have to say it that way?” she laughs—her head lolling over my shoulder as she leans against me.

“Wait until you see it! Sandy is packing serious heat.” I defend myself through my own torrent of laughter.

Ursula just shakes her head, a loud snort escaping her as she tries in vain to catch her breath.

“Of course I didn’t know he was a virgin—like a total predatory creep, I show up like I’m at the bathhouse—asking him if he wants some company—and before you know it,I’mcranking his hog! He didn’t say anything until after—but when I tried to apologize, he told me there wasn’t anything to be sorry for, that I had ‘helped.’”

“I see. You jumped right to making him cum.” Ursula turns on her side, facing me—the points of her hard nipples brushing against the outside of my arm.

Her words send a jolt of heat through me, my cock twitching against my own stomach as I continue to lay face down on the blanket.

“What can I say, my loudest love languages are physical touch and acts of service…” I trail off, Ursula’s face drifting closer to mine as I turn onto my side—facing her—my insistent erection springing up in the small space created between us.

“Is that so?” she hums thoughtfully, her hand gingerly finding its way down my ribcage to the peak of my hip, her thumb dipping into the depression between the ridge of my pelvis and the curve of my lower abdominal muscles.

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