The Lost Soul by C.E HEAVER

Author:C.E HEAVER [HEAVER, C.E]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Self Publisher
Published: 2024-05-02T00:00:00+00:00

I shiver at the contrast in temperature, as the surface reaches my mid drift.

"I wasn't expecting it to be so chilly!" I let out a small whelp at the welcoming shock. My nipples go erect and hard as goosebumps erupt all over my body.

"It doesn't take long to get used to it." Ainsley dunks his head quickly, then throws his hair back. Shaking the water from himself.

I go to dunk myself but chicken out. I notice the current is strong today. It must of rained further North. I wish it would rain here too.

"Need some help Lottie—" Ainsley swims over to me, he doesn't come to face me. Instead he brings his mouth to my breasts, as he wraps his strong arms around my middle. Pulling me into him.

"What do I need some help with exactly?" I giggle.

He flicks his tongue over my nipple, teasing and sucking. I grown at the sweet pleasure it pulls from my core. Shivers cascade up my spine to behind my ears.

"Helping?" His words are muffled.

"Hmm—a little." I erupt again with goosebumps. Not from the cold this time.

The gentle ripples created from us in the water, mimic the ripples flickering between my legs. I arch my back, pushing my breasts into his face. Shamelessly erring him on.

"What about now?" He nips at me.

I giggle again as he guides us back towards the shallower waters where he can sit, still semi submerged. Straddling my legs around him, I feel his hard cock against the wall of my sex. The end bobbing against my stomach.

"Ainsley we can't—not here." I tell him breathlessly.

He lifts his head a little. "Do what?"

I playfully tap him with a tut.

He responds by kissing his way up over my shoulder. To caress that place he knows I love, just below my ear.

"What can't we do Lottie?" He teases again against my skin, as he nuzzles the crook of my neck in between kisses.

I know what he is doing, he always does this.

As soon as Ainsley gets a little emotional, the male in him uses this as a distraction or a coping mechanism. He is engaging in the only activity he knows, that brings him warmth and comfort. Amongst the terror and turmoil.

I should really pull back and encourage him to talk it through with me.

Let him know, I am always here for him. Help unburden his pain and loss, allow me to be a listening ear for his worries.

I intend to do exactly that—until I seem to loose the power of speech.

He takes his hand and trails it down my stomach. Letting his fingers fall lower beneath the water. I know where they are going, and this sends an electrical thrill through to my toes.

"Ainsley—" The breathless whisper slips past my lips. A poor attempt of hesitation.

He perfectly locates my nub of pulsing pleasure. Starting with the smallest press as he rubs me in a two step motion. Simply from left to right, over and over again with a well practiced rhythm.

"Ains—"

"Well? What

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