Page 88 of Ethereally Redeemed

“You’re tickling me,” I exclaim while trying to stifle a giggle.

“I know, little doll,” he whispers in my ear, his wet black-red hair brushing against my forehead.

A tree stands by the lake, casting shadows over its peaceful surface, while the distant chirping of birds can be heard in the distance. He wades through the shallow water, guiding me toward the shadow, hiding us from the sight of the cottage.

“When we leave today, I will spend the rest of my life worshiping the floor you walk on.”

Before I can reply, he rips off my soaked shorts and panties, throwing them on the grass patch beside the tree.

“You’re my life, the oxygen I breathe. My fucking anchor.” He makes sure I hear every word before his lips claim mine in a fervent, heated kiss.

His fingers continue to graze my skin as our lips stay locked. Slowly, they slip beneath my soaked white T-shirt, revealing everything underneath, including the lack of a bra. With a teasing glide, they skid over my sensitive nipple, pinching just hard enough to make me gasp.

“You are absolutely devastating,” he growls.

His fingers search their way down to my clit that’s now begging for release.

“Grey,” I whimper.

“What do you want, my doll? Use your words.”

Embarrassment flush over me at the same time as his fingersfinallyreach the area where I want them the most. But he doesn’t go any further than that, bringing me to the edge offucking madness. His fingers move around my thighs, teasing my folds but never once touching me where I’m desperately needing him. My hips buck against his hand, but he refuses to touch me there.

“Good girls use their words,” he says as his fingers continue their torture.

“Please, Grey.”

“Please?” he drawls, chuckling as he guides me closer to where the land meets the water’s edge. The lake is shallow enough for us to stand, the water skimming just below my breasts and settling above his waist.

“Please touch me.”

I hear the approving hum in his throat; he wants me to keep begging, but luckily for me, he settles for that feeble attempt. His finger finally brushes against my clit, and a desperate moan slips from my lips as I instinctively buck my hips closer.

The water cascades over our bodies in a rhythmic symphony as he plays me like an instrument, one he’s the master of. He’s the master of my existence, touching me like I’m his goddess—the sole reason for his existence, too. My eyes roll back as two of his fingers slip between my folds, drawing another moan from me as they thrust inside me.

“Is this what you wanted?”

I nod fervently, whimpering as he slips out his fingers, plunging them inside me again. It isn’t long before I feel the head of his cock pressing at my entrance, his boxers now discarded by my clothes on the grass.

“I want you to scream my name until I’m the only thing penetrating your mind, stealing your breath away,” he says, right before I wrap my legs around his waist and he enters me.

My arms wrap around his neck as I rest my head on them, one of his arms supporting my weight in the lake’s water, while his other hand continues to play with my clit until I can’t take itanymore.

He thrusts inside me, a deep groan escaping with each movement. The sound reverberates in my mind, heightening the pleasure only he can evoke, as every groan sends waves of pleasure through me.

“The demons in my head have silenced since I met you, but this? This is bringing me to the brink of insanity. You better pick up the pieces, my love, because every piece now belongs to you,” I say through a breath.

He kisses my lips with an intensity that makes my knees buckle despite holding on to his waist. The sound of waves crashing against us, coupled with his slow and hard thrusts, heightens the sensation. It’s enough to have an orgasm rolling through me, making me meet each thrust of his hips, if only to get his cock deeper inside me.

My body trembles as I pant out, coming down from my first orgasm before I ease myself off him.

“Sit down on the edge, with your back resting against the grass slope,” I instruct, and the shock on his face adds to the excitement.

Without objecting, he does as I tell him to, inching closer to the edge of the lake. His veiny hands reach for my naked waist as I wade through the water to get to him, and he grips my ass firmly when I position myself on his lap, straddling him. The tip of his cock enters me, giving me the power to tease him. His hands squeeze my ass cheeks.

“You’re killing me,” he groans.

I only smirk, sinking into him before he knows it. The new angle makes me cry out, pleasure and pain mixing together.

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