Page 43 of Cinematic Destinies
He rose, wove his fingers into her hair, and began kissing her passionately. “I’ve never felt this way,” he whispered, kissing her ear, neck, and moving back to her mouth, while caressing her breasts.
“Me neither,” she purred, slipping her hands below his waist. “I want you so badly and I feel how much you want me.”
“I do,” he whispered. He turned her around, slipped his hand between her legs, and started moving his fingers in a circular motion, kissing her neck and shoulder. She began to moan and writhe around in delight.
“That’s it, love,” he whispered, as her moans became louder and louder.
“Take me,” she begged, and he slid inside of her, gently moving back and forth, as they both groaned. He moved faster and faster until they both yelped with pleasure.
His quaking body pressed to hers, Roo kissed her shoulder and rubbed her arms. A moment passed as they caught their breath, and he gently turned her to face him. He caressed the side of her face and whispered, “I love you. I’m so lost in you, and found at the same time. I’ve never felt anything like it. You’re my soulmate and I’ll love you forever.”
Georgia kissed him softly. “Come on, let’s finish washing up so we can go to a romantic dinner.”
THE NEXT DAY, THEY ENJOYED MORNINGyoga, a huge breakfast spread that included smoothies, smoked salmon, cheese, fruit, and poached eggs, followed by facials, a couples massage, a light lunch of local sushi and ceviche, and a long dip in the lagoon. After savoring an artfully prepared tasting menu at Moss, the resort’s most upscale restaurant, they meandered back to their room.
“That meal was beyond words, but I’m so full,” Georgia said.
“Shall we sit outside on the patio, get some fresh air?” Roo asked.
Georgia nodded. She grabbed her new hunter-green wool shawl and wrapped it around her shoulders, and they ambled to the patio.
“My God, you have the most exquisite green eyes. You really are the only woman I’ve ever known who could look as sexy wrapped in wool as she does in a bikini,” Roo gushed.
Georgia blushed. “Let’s sit together in the cocoon chair,” she suggested.
Roo sat down, then Georgia. He wrapped his arms around her, and she rested her feet on a small ottoman. He dropped a kiss in her hair and said, “This is so relaxing. It’s hard to imagine feeling any better than I do right now.”
“I hope we don’t end up too relaxed, if that’s a thing. We kind of zombied out today with all the spa stuff,” she said.
“We could change it up. We’re not that far from Reykjavík. Maybe tomorrow afternoon we could drive into the city, poke around the shops, pick up more souvenirs, grab dinner somewhere.”
“Ooh, that sounds like fun. I’ve heard Reykjavík is known for its nightlife.”
“Then perhaps we’ll have to check out a pub after dinner,” he suggested.
“That sounds great.” They sat quietly for a moment,and she said, “This view is mesmerizing. I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling like we’re on another planet.”
“It is transporting,” Roo agreed. “I was looking through our trusty little guidebook. Seems there are some hiking trails around here. I’m sure we could get more information. Perhaps tomorrow after breakfast we could go exploring. It will be our last full day here. Would be a pity not to take it all in.”
“That sounds great. I can’t get enough of this view,” Georgia replied.
“Well, that’s a shame. I hope you can tear yourself away because I’ve just got to get you inside. I’m compelled to make love with you all night.”
“In that case, let’s go to bed.”
GEORGIA WAS SIPPING THE LAST OF HERmorning tea when Roo scurried back from the reception desk and said, “I have the perfect hike for us. There’s what they call a forest at the base of that mountain, really just a small stretch of pine trees or something,” he said, pointing to the window. “The forest is called Selskógur, but since there are no other trees for miles, some of the locals call it ‘The Magical Little Forest.’ Apparently, there are songbirds and wild rabbits that inhabit it. To get there, you walk through an area of the lagoon that’s not open for use but is supposed to be gorgeous for photography, and then you continue on a path through the fields of lava rocks. I think it would take about an hour and a half to walk there and back, of course longer for us no doubt if we stop to take photos. What do you think?”
“It sounds perfect,” she said. “Let’s go.”
An hour later, they arrived at the forest.
“Yay!” Georgia yelled, twirling around. “We made it.”
“That was the single most unusual hike of my life. You were spot-on saying it was like walking on the moon, through paths of craters. Completely surreal.”
“You know what’s kind of surreal?” she said, waving her arms around. “This small little clump of trees is considered a forest here. It’s so strange. Yet somehow it seems beautiful. I don’t think I’d feel as satisfied making it to the finish line of a race as I did making it here.”
He smiled. “Because trees are so scarce it seems special, miraculous.”
