Chapter 338: Gentle and slow**
A/N:- Messed up the two Chapters so this would seem a direct continuation of the previous one.
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Hearing those words, her heart skipped at the quiet sincerity in his eyes. The cold water contrasted with the heat building between them.
He poured another handful across her collarbone, letting it run down between her breasts. His free hand followed the path of the water, fingertips gliding over her wet skin with tenderness.
Laila’s breath caught again. She leaned into him, the hard plane of his chest pressed to her softness, the water lapping gently around their hips.
Luke’s mouth found the side of her neck, kissing the damp skin while his hands explored the soft curves of her body.
"Feel that?" he murmured against her ear. "No walls. No restraints. Just us."
She nodded, unable to speak for a moment as his hands slid lower, cupping her hips and drawing her flush against him.
The cool water did nothing to dull the heat rising between their bodies. Her fingers trailed up his arms, over his shoulders, then into his wet hair as she tilted her face up to his.
Luke kissed her slowly at first, tasting the outdoor air on her lips, then deeper as her mouth opened under his. The water moved around them with every small shift of their bodies. He lifted her slightly so her legs could wrap around his waist, the buoyant water making the motion easy.
Her soft gasp mixed with the quiet sounds of the stream. Luke’s hands supported her, thumbs stroking slow circles on her skin while he kept kissing her, unhurried and thorough, as if they had all the time in the world in this hidden place that belonged only to them.
Gently pressing her against the solid surface, he began to gently wipe her face with some water, removing the stain of blood from there.
Then his attention traveled downwards. She was aching to be touched.
He washed her as if she were something precious, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts, fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips.
Laila’s breath came faster. She arched into his touch, the water lapping softly around them as she shifted closer, her legs still locked around his waist. The friction of his bare body against hers made her pulse race.
He slid one hand lower, between them, cupping her sex beneath the surface. His fingers stroked her slowly, parting her folds with patient pressure, rubbing in steady, circling motions that made her hips twitch.
The water made everything slicker, more intense. She gasped when he found the sensitive bud at the top of her and pressed there, rubbing with the pad of his thumb while two fingers slipped inside her.
"Luke..." Her voice broke on his name. She squirmed against his hand, thighs tightening around him, water splashing gently with every restless movement of her body.
This was different than usual. He wasn’t being hurried and rough with her which she generally liked.
This was...he was so gentle with her that it was making her mind blank.
He kissed her deeply while he worked her, tongue tasting her soft moans. His fingers curled inside her, rubbing that spot that made her breath hitch and her inner walls flutter.
He kept the rhythm unhurried, building the heat between them until she was panting against his mouth, hips rolling to meet every stroke.
When she was wet and open and trembling, he withdrew his fingers and guided himself to her entrance.
The blunt head of his cock pressed against her, then slowly pushed inside. The water made the slide smooth and deep. Laila’s head fell back with a sharp gasp as he filled her, inch by careful inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
"Feel that," he murmured against her throat, voice rough. "All of me."
She could only nod, clutching his shoulders as he began to move. His hands gripped her hips, lifting and lowering her in the buoyant water so that every thrust sank deep and true.
The cool pond contrasted with the heat of their joined bodies. Each time he drove into her she gasped, the sound soft and helpless, her body squirming in his hold as pleasure coiled tight in her core.
Luke kept the pace steady and deep, grinding against her on every inward stroke so that the friction rubbed her clit.
Water surged around them with the motion of their hips. He kissed her neck, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, whispering how beautiful she looked like this, how perfectly she took him.
Laila’s fingers dug into his wet skin. She met every thrust, rolling her hips to take him deeper, soft cries spilling from her lips each time he bottomed out.
The passion between them burned hotter than the summer air above the trees. Her body tightened around him, inner walls fluttering and squeezing as the pleasure climbed.
He felt her nearing the edge and held her closer, one arm banded around her back while the other hand slipped between them again to rub her swollen clit in time with his thrusts.
"Nnngh...ah..." Laila’s breath shattered into broken gasps. She squirmed hard in his arms, thighs shaking, water splashing higher as the climax crashed through her.
Luke followed her over, burying himself deep and stilling as he spilled inside her with a low, guttural groan. He kept her locked against him through every pulse, kissing her through the aftershocks until her trembling eased.
They stayed joined in the quiet water, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air.
"Just because..." He whispered..."I don’t treat you the same as Monica means I don’t care about you. So don’t ever doubt my feelings, okay?"
She nodded with all the strength she had.
Despite doing it so calmly and taking all the time in the world, she was far more exhausted than ever.
If shopping with Dalia or hunting with Luke didn’t help then this surely did in diverting her mind.