Free Between the Waters (Symphony of Light) by Renea Mason Page A

everything but his heat.
    “Do you hurt anywhere?”
    “Surprisingly, no.” I extended my head further into the stream, pushing my body away from his so the water could cascade across my chest. My nipples ached from the frigid temperature.
    His hard cock twitched against my ass. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. Hunger.
    “Do you have any bloody idea how badly you scared me?”
    I didn’t answer him.
    He twisted his fingers in my hair and looped it around his fist.
    “Do you know what losing you would have done to me?
    He pulled my hair tighter. This was so unlike Overton. He was unrestrained. No three-piece suit to hide behind, his hair haphazard from the waterfall mist, and the fire his skin radiated against mine scorched. I wanted his heat, every ounce he would give me.
    “It would have killed me. I love you so much I’d risk death and damnation for you.” He wrenched my head back, exposing my throat. He licked the pulse line to my ear, capturing the lobe between his teeth.
    “Something in me died with you in the water. I’m tired of pretending.” He flexed his hips and rubbed his cock along the crevice of my ass.
    His tongue ran along the shell of my ear, then he whispered, “The future be damned. Because right here, right now, I almost lost you. I won’t waste another moment.” He lifted my bottom with one hand and with the other he grasped his cock and positioned himself at my entrance. The head poked between my folds.
    He paused. “Say you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”
    I couldn’t. I needed to forget—for him to take it all away. I couldn’t go on without him. When I finally stopped to process the last few hours, he would be the only thing that saved me, not from death, but from myself. I was beyond want; with him it was need.
    Instead of answering, I loosened my arms and slid down his length. The look on his face as I took him in inch by inch was one I’d never forget—awe, wonder, and ecstasy.
    He groaned. “Oh God.” He put his hand on the back of my head and crushed my mouth to his, muffling my sigh.
    I clung to him, savoring the feel of his heat inside me. I marveled at his gift, indulged in his moment of weakness, and prayed he’d one day forgive me when I released him. But now I too would pay a price for breaking one more rule.
    He rocked his hips, starting a slow and steady rhythm. “I’ve dreamed of this so many times. But my imagination didn’t do you justice. So beautiful. So good.”
    Of all the dreams I received from the men in the house, in Overton’s we always made passionate love. While the others conjured up one hell of a quality fuck, Overton always imagined using his body to show me how much he adored me.
    “I will never let you go.” He slid me up and down his length while peppering kisses along my jaw.
    He had been there for me through so much. “I need you, Stanton.”
    “I need you more than you could ever know.” With that he turned and sat me on a large rock. I leaned back, resting on my hands on the cold, smooth surface. He stepped between my widespread legs, grasped his cock in his hand, and positioned himself at my entrance. He slid forward, encasing his heat in mine. His gaze darted from my face to where we were joined and back.
    “It’s one thing to know I’m inside you, and it’s another thing to see it. Look at how perfect.” He pulled out and waited until I watched and then slowly slid back in. “Perfect.”
    The sight was erotic and wholesome at the same time. There was something about trusting someone enough to invite him inside. Our connection made us one being in that moment.
    He glided into me and out again several more times slowly, and then picked up his pace. He held my hips as he thrust repeatedly into my welcoming body. I had never seen such pleasure on his face.
    A sudden rush hit me. “Oh, Stanton…don’t stop.”
    “You know I love it when you call me Stanton. Do you know why?” His gaze connected with mine while