Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

Callista began by taking her boots and hat off and followed this rapidly with her jacket, waistcoat and shirt. Glancing over at Connor she caught him just staring at the waterfall fascinated.

“Come on, get your gear off!” she urged, her hands going to the fastening on her breeches.

“It’s stunning,” he said softly. Connor dragged his gaze away from the view to her and his eyes widened and darkened. “And so are ye.”

She shook her head, bending to pull off her breeches. She freed her hair from its plait, combing it out with her fingers, and it fell in a golden wave around her shoulders. Putting the soap, comb and razor on a handy rock, she waded into the water. “It is beautiful. I remember the first time I saw it too. Took my breath away.”

She gasped as she plunged under the water, emerging to shake her streaming hair. The water came up to her waist. She dived again under the water, emerging further out in the lagoon and flipping onto her back to float.

The sky above was pure blue and the water below a clear, crystal green. It had taken moments to acclimatise herself to the cooler temperature. She sighed enjoying the sensation of weightlessness the water gave. Lifting her head, she trod water, wafting her arms to keep herself afloat and watched Connor undressing hastily. The man was magnificent, and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on him again.

Naked he stood a moment staring at the water, with an odd expression. Was that trepidation? Was he afraid of water? Then she remembered he couldn’t swim. She moved a little closer to the shore, but not too close. She needed to get him in the water.

“Come on,” she said, “It’s a bit fresh to start with but you soon get used to it.”

He took a step forward and then another, flinching slightly with the cold. He kept coming until the water was up to his chest. She was three feet further out from him, and she knew why he had stopped. The rock dropped away sharply at that point, another two steps, and he’d be in over his head.

“How deep does it get?” he asked gingerly taking another step and finding the water up to his neck.

“I’m not sure, I’ve not dived to the bottom in the middle, twenty feet maybe.”

He took a step back bringing the water level back to his chest.

She smiled. “Do you want me to show you how to float? I said I’d teach you how to swim, and you’ll need to let go of the bottom if we’re to get to the waterfall and the hot spring, they’re both over there.” She indicated with her head, the other side of the lagoon.

He chewed his lip and nodded.

She grinned and swam closer, so she could also stand next to him. The water covered her breasts and lapped at her shoulders. “Alright lie back, the water will support you, it’s heavier than you are. Look I’ll show you.” she lay back and let herself float for a moment or two. Getting her feet under her, she approached him and beckoned with her arms. “Lie back, I’ve got you.”

“You can’t support me.”

“I can, the water will take most of your weight. Come, trust me.”

He hesitated a moment and then complied, lying back in the water and tentatively lifting his feet, his head went under, and he struggled to his feet coughing and splashing.

“Not like that!” she laughed. “Here,” she put her hands on his shoulders from behind. “Now lie back slowly.” She supported his shoulders until they touched the water, then transferred her hands to his head, cupping the back of his skull. “There see. Now let go with your other foot.”

After a moment his other foot came up, his toes peeking through the water which lapped around and over his body. His cock, flaccid and shrunken with the cold bobbed and slid a bit over his groin. The dark hairs on his legs, arms, chest and groin, floated with the water.

“Push your hips up,” she said, still supporting his head. Leaning into his ear she said with a low purr, “Pretend you are fucking me.”

He made a noise in his throat and his cock stirred with the suggestion, as he pushed his hips upwards. “Like this?” he said, his voice taught.

“Yes, just like that,” she said, letting go of his head gently and floating around to his side. “See it’s easy to float. You can’t drown if you can float.”

He turned his head slightly to watch her, his hips dipping, he righted them with a thrust upwards, and she grinned. “I can’t believe you’ve never learned to swim.”

He dropped his feet to the bottom and stood up. “I grew up in London’s backstreets. I spent my earliest years grubbing along the banks of the Thames pulling debris out of the mud, but I never went in deeper than my knees or put my head under. The Thames is filthy, ye’d die if you got any of that water near yer face. None of us could swim.”

“Well, I’ll teach you breaststroke first, it’s the easiest to master for a beginner because you don’t have to put your face in the water, although you can, and it improves the stroke when you do. Watch me.”

She kicked off the bottom and bent her legs out either side like a frog and swept her hands before her, sweeping them wide and bringing them back in again, she kept her head still, with the water just below her nose. She swam round him in a circle, and he turned, keeping her in sight the whole way.

“Now you try.” She nodded. “Do it here where you can touch the bottom if you mess up the stroke.”

He tentatively reached out, flattening his belly into the water, and she moved in to place a hand under him to hold him up, or give him the illusion she was, in actually the water had him, but it would take some time until his brain registered that and believed it.

“Alright, move your arms and legs like a frog,” she said walking with him as he stroked. It took him a couple of strokes, but then he was getting it, and she said “Bravo! Well done!”

He flashed her a smile and got a mouthful of water which made him cough and splutter, his feet coming down and his torso up.

“God I’m getting a lot of water on onboard,” he said hoarsely.

“It’s clean water so don’t worry. You’re doing well, have another go.”

He got a determined expression his face, which made her smile and caused an odd soft warmth to creep into her chest. He stroked out with more power and confidence this time. In a few minutes he was doing laps round her in a wide arc.

“Good,” she said. “Now I’ll show you back stroke, you can use that if you get tired and just float on your back and stroke to keep moving a bit. Like this.” She flipped onto her back and lifted one arm over her head and frog kicked with her legs. Then she lifted the other arm and kicked again. She swam round him again and stopped, treading water. “You can do as many or as few strokes and kicks as you want, it’s a useful stroke to use if you’re tiring. Want to try it?”

He nodded and flipped on to his back and did his best to imitate what she had done. It took him a bit to get the rhythm, but then he was kicking and stroking easily.

“Great!” she grinned. “Do you think you can make it across to the other side of the lagoon? If you tire, I can tow you.”

“I won’t tire,” he said a bit defensively. “I’m still bigger and stronger than ye woman.”

She laughed, “Yes of course you are.” She swam in close, linking her arms round his neck. His arms came round her and he kissed her. His skin was cool, but the inside of his mouth was hot, and in defiance of the cold water, his cock was hot and firm against her belly. She climbed up him easily, wrapping her legs round his hips and rubbed her breasts against the rough hairs on his chest. The sensation sent shards of pure delight to her core, and she rotated her hips on him, massaging his cock against her flesh.

He groaned, “Fuck Callista!”

“Yes please,” she said breathlessly, arcing her body and pushing against him.

He reached between them and angled his cock so that she could slide onto it, and she groaned as he slid inside, stretching and filling the aching void.

He found her mouth with his and his hands held her hips as she rode him, twisting her hips to maximise her pleasure, while he thrust into her. The weightlessness of the cold water against her hot skin was like cool silk, the roughness of his body-hair sent thrills from her nipples straight to her core and she moaned in delight.

His hands clamped tight on her flesh as he groaned. Panting he said, “Callista, did ye plant a sponge?”

“Of course,” she panted back. “Did you think I didn’t plan this?”

He growled, actually growled, it sent shivers over her skin and her flesh clamped tight on him in reflex.

“Ye are the most perfect woman I’ve ever known,” his voice hoarse and low against her ear. His hands ran over her back, his arms pulling her tight against him. His hips kept up a steady pump, and she squirmed on him, cinching her legs tighter round him, trying to drive him deeper with her heels on his taught buttocks. His hand returned to her hips, squeezing her flesh and his hips thrust harder to give her more of what she wanted. He always seemed to know without her having to say or do too much. It was like he could read her. He is the perfect lover.

She reached between them to give herself that little bit extra she needed, and with a grunt, he transferred his grip, moving his arm under her bottom to hold her in place, while he pumped. Freeing his hand, he reached to give her what she wanted. Yes. Perfect. She closed her eyes, giving herself over to rising desire, her head falling back as intense pleasure built and built inside. It is so good! She moaned with each ripple of sensation, rising and rising. She let it loose with a keening wail and series of gut-wrenching groans, her flesh throbbing and clenching with exquisite release, tingling all the way to her toes and her scalp.

She clung to him panting and tingling, shuddering with residual delight as he kept going, his breath puffing in her ear, his muscles pulling tight.

He groaned loudly and grunted as his body tensed and released its seed in a hot flood inside her. Her flesh pulsed in reciprocal pleasure, dragging another groan from her as a second burst of spine-tingling throbs let loose in her body, making her cling to him and moan helplessly. They rode the storm together until he staggered, his legs shaking so much he lost his footing.

The water had them though, and he regained his footing holding her close. His lips grazing her forehead and her cheek, found her mouth and kissed her in the sweetest kiss she had ever experienced. A flood of warmth filled her chest and she put up her hands to hold his face and kiss him back.

Muscles going lax, they drifted apart and floated back together into an embrace both on their own feet now, but arms round each other as they came back to themselves.

She nuzzled her face into his chest and huffed a contented breath. “That was amazing,” she murmured.

“Yes,” he responded slowly. “It was.”

She sighed and drifted away a fraction. “I’ll get the soap.” She fetched the soap and went to lather it over her skin, but he took it off her and did it for her, running the foamy cake over her shoulders, breasts, arms belly and back, then between her legs.

Lifting her with a hand on her belly he used the soap between her buttocks, and she sputtered, half in protest, half in pleasure.

“Just making sure ye’re clean,” he said kissing her shoulder.

He set her back on her feet, and she grabbed the soap from him. “My turn.” He stood and let her soap him, including his cock and even tolerated her rubbing him between his butt cheeks!

“Do you want me to wash your hair?” she asked.

“If ye’ll let me do yers.”

She nodded, and he worked the lather into her scalp with his fingers, making her groan in delight.

“Careful,” he said. “Ye make noises like that, and I’ll have to fuck ye again.”

She groaned. “And that threats going to stop me.”

“No just warning ye.”

“You can fuck me in the hot spring, it’s amazing.”

She felt him stiffen slightly and falter with the massaging of her scalp and kicked herself mentally. She had just revealed that she’d done it before with someone else, and he didn’t like it. Men never liked to be reminded they weren’t the first. “I meant,’” she said, “the hot spring is amazing and I’m sure if you-” He cut her off by kissing her. Did he believe me?

She hardly cared, as he resumed his massaging of her scalp and then tipped her backwards to rinse her hair and drag his fingers through her curls to roughly comb it. He squatted in the water, so she could reach his scalp easily, and she lathered and massaged his head. Which he seemed to enjoy, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had spoiled the moment with her careless words. With only a sliver of soap left she put it back on the rock, he could use it to shave later if he wanted, she re-joined him in the water.

“Do you want to try the hot spring?”

“Of course. I’ve been fantasising about fucking ye in a hot bath for weeks.”

“Weeks?”

“Callista, I wanted you the moment I set eyes on ye. Flipping yer bitty silver knife around and threatening every man present to lop off his balls if he put a foot out of place. How could I not want ye? Despite my roiling stomach I had a cockstand in my breeches hard enough to cut glass” His eyes were molten blue flame.

She laughed, but it masked a flush of pleasure at the compliment.

He went on, “I was so hot for ye, I couldn’t sleep for wanting ye.” He drew her into his arms to kiss her, and she melted against him, as his mouth softened and worked over hers with a thoroughness that left her breathless.

He broke the kiss and murmured, “Ye’re extraordinary.”

She laughed again to shake the tight warm feeling in her chest. This man was intoxicating in a way she wasn’t used to. She needed to watch herself. That slippery slope was beckoning, and she wasn’t going there. Not ever again Cal it’s not worth it, and it always ends in heart break, no matter how good it feels to begin with. She said with a nod of her head, “the springs this way, follow me.”

“Lead on,” and she set off kicking and stroking towards the hot sprig that was in a rock pool set into the platform at the base of the escarpment. He kept up with her, and they reached the rock pool in a matter of a few minutes. The roar of the waterfall was much louder here. She lifted herself up by her arms onto the rock and swung her legs over into the steaming pool.

She groaned at the stinging heat, her cold skin prickling, and slid slowly into the hot water. It was no deeper than her waist in the centre and had a step round the lip perfect for sitting on, bringing the water up to her shoulders.