Stenton and I stayed out there for hours, even swam more before dinner. It was nice.
The following day was just as easy. When I awakened, I slowly opened my eyes and saw across the loft, to the front of the cottage. I smelled him. The heat from his big body balmed my skin. My breasts felt heavy and my groin vibrated pleasantly. I’d experienced this many days of being a healthy single woman. There were even a few where I fruitlessly wished he was available to me…just as he was right now. My pulse began to race as I rolled over in search of him. I found his eyes on me, Stenton’s face impassive. We gazed at each other for a while, seemingly unsure about the next move, or specifically about who’d make it. I loved Stenton so much it was painful. We had so much pain between us, so much work to do to repair us. But nothing was more blatant than our mutual passion.
Our chemistry was potent and we knew it. It was why I’d chosen to stay out of touch with him for the most part. It was why during every holiday or family gathering I had to prep myself for days before encountering him. It was why Stenton broke, greedily pulled me into his chest and onto him, kissing me senseless. It was why as I straddled him and he plunged up, rubbing his morning arousal against my lips below.
It was why I broke from his full, heart-shaped lips and informed hoarsely, “First one of the day, in my belly. And when you’re ready, I want to hear my name.”
Then I skirted down his long frame and took him into my mouth with athirst. I worked him until Stenton clutched the nape of my neck as he pumped his muscular hips into my head grunting, “Eliiizabettth,” while ascending.
Stenton and I didn’t have many expectations for the day. After breakfast we took a long ride, exploring the area. When that was done, we returned to the cottage to throw on our swim clothes. I was ready first and watched Stenton lace up his trunks, covertly planning our next sexual excursion.
“You’re making that clicking sound.”
I glanced up at him, mouth agape. Then I realized the familiarity in that age-old observation of his and busted out laughing.
“I can’t help it!” I yelled over my laughter.
Stenton moved for the dresser. “And I can’t help but take a picture of you just like this.”
I posed for a few flicks then fell into laughter over the silliness of it all.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Stenton stated with a sober face.
That snatched the humor from my lungs. I found my face straightening. Something hit me. Maybe we didn’t need to talk. Maybe these few days proved we only needed a fresh start. What if we could just move forward and find our happy medium? Maybe I had my Stenton back. I stood from the bed, steadied my balance on my toes and planted a kiss on Stenton’s cheek. I backed away and regarded him long enough to see the schoolboy grin on his face then started down the stairs.
It was our last day and oddly, after swimming at the beach, we found ourselves fishing at a private pond. Stenton seemed to have a grip on what he was doing. I didn’t fish, but had my fair share of holding a rod from days of boredom with my dad. It was one of the cons of being the first born. Stenton and I borrowed rods, hooks and feeds and set out to fish.
“I can’t believe you fish. My dad would be proud,” I muttered as we sat on the dock water watching.
“I don’t exactly know how, but some of the quietest moments of my life have happened while fishing…” He turned to me. “…with your father.”
“With my dad?” I was completely shocked. “I didn’t think you two liked each other.” It was rude, but true. Stenton and my Dad barely spoke to each other.
“He may not like me, but we get along.” Stenton studied the water.
“And you? You like him?”