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“I’ve got plans for us when we get there,” I say into her ear.
“Oh yeah, care to share?” she asks.
“I plan on laying out that blanket and having my way with you,” I say to her.
“I figured that much. I can feel how hard your cock is against my ass.” She laughs.
“Hey, you can’t blame a guy. I’m pressed up into you. It’s hot.” I allow my hand to slide up and cup her breast.
“Luc, I need to focus, you’re distracting me,” she complains.
I remove my hand. “Sorry, I’m impatient.” We pass through the beautiful trees and greenery that goes on for miles. When we get close to the waterfall, she parks the ATV.
“We should go for a swim,” she suggests, lifting her tank top over her head, exposing a royal-blue bikini top that doesn’t leave much to the imagination.
“Whoa, Izzy. . . that’s. . .” She’s never worn a bikini here before. Izzy always preferred a one-piece conservative bathing suit, usually in black.
“I ordered it from Victoria’s Secret. I wanted something sexy to wear for you. Although, it took you long enough to bring me here.”
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” I ask.
“Baby steps, Luc. You know me. It’s hard for me to say what I want,” she reminds, and I can tell how vulnerable she is right now.
I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her neck, but I keep an arm’s length distance so I can look at her. “You sure have come a long way since we’ve been together.”
“It’s all you. You make me feel confident and beautiful,” she says.
“That means a lot, Izzy. But I think what’s really made the difference is you. The way you’ve started believing in yourself. That kind of confidence doesn’t come from anyone else.”
Her smile is so warm it touches my heart. “You have a way of building me up.”
“I’m worried to ask if fucking West didn’t do that,” I say, feeling my jaw growing tight.
“He wasn’t like you. He was condescending. Made me question everything I did. Made me feel like I wasn’t enough. It wasn’t blatant or anything. It was the small things he’d pick on.”
“I want to wring his neck,” I growl.
“We can’t have you do that.” she giggles. “Now please tell me you brought swim shorts.”
“I put them in the picnic basket. I thought we’d make out on the blanket,” I suggest.
“Ah uh, we’re going swimming. Now get yourself changed.”
I reach over into the picnic basket and pull out my swim shorts. Izzy removes her shorts to reveal the bottom of the bathing suit.
“It’s that Brazilian cut,” she says, giving her butt a wiggle.
I remove my shorts and slip on the swim shorts, then Izzy is taking me by the hand toward the area that is a pool of water and rocks at the bottom of the falls.
“Let’s jump in on three,” she says.
“This feels like old times,” I say.
We count and jump in on three.
I scream when my body hits the water.
“It’s cold.” I shiver as I emerge from the water.
