Chapter 1

We step out of the water and stare at the horizon, as streaks of red, yellow, and orange paint the sky a watery hue.
The silence is only greeted by light waves as they lap our feet and pull the sand forward.
I would never have thought we’d be here, together, enjoying the setting sun.
“I’m glad it’s you,” I mumble.
I can feel his eyes on me. “You as well,” he shifts a bit closer. It’s almost friendly.
The birds above caw into the endless sky. Soaring so high I can barely see them as they line the sky like stars for the sun.
When I finally turn to Augusto, he’s already looking at me.
His eyes travel slowly down my frame. Dark blues that surge with lust like waves.
The face he’s making, his gaze, his beautifully sculpted body glimmering in the last rays, leaves me breathless and filled with need.
“Augusto,” I whisper.
The corners of his mouth turn up into a smirk.
I catch my breath and mind my staring. My body hums to life. I put my gaze on the sand beneath me and sink my toes into its thick murk.
“Dalia,” he says softly in that husky, deep voice.
His warm hands wrap firmly around my waist.
I gasp.
Augusto pulls me in until we’re pressed flush against each other.
“Augusto,” I moan quietly. The feel of his hard body and even harder arousal pressed me so deeply I began to tremble.
“My beloved,”
His lips crash down on mine, hot, nibbling and sucking. He groans, the vibrations rumble into my mouth, down into my chest.
His hands roam freely over my body, squeezing and caressing every crevice.
“Please, Augusto, we can’t,” I say, pulling from the embrace of his lips.
He doesn’t say a word, his forefinger and thumb tilt my head up until our eyes meet.
“I want you.”
My heart flutters, and a deep throbbing desire grows in my core.
“I want you, Dalia,” he says again. This time louder, with more need yet, so tenderly.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, “I want you two.”
He pulls me again into a kiss. But this one is slow, erotic, and full of words we’ve never said before.
I’d be stupid to think it’s love. But I can’t put any other words to the feeling as he pulls me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
He presses his arousal against me again.
I breathe him in deeply. The smell of ocean water and soft florals penetrates my nose. Beads of water still slide down his muscled frame. One slides along the trail of curly blond hair into the waistband of his shorts.
A strangled noise emits from my throat. I can feel my resolve slipping.
He slides the straps of my bra off slowly and gently. His nails rake over my skin.
I shiver looking deeply into his eyes. “Augusto, please just hurry.”
He kisses me. Then he runs one hand down from my throat to my chest and holds my breast.
My heart thumps harder than before.
I began to twitch between my legs. I pull my lip into my teeth, holding back those words that beg to rip from my throat.
I can’t.
We can’t.
His eyes swirl with so many emotions, I feel dizzy trying to make sense of them.
“Dalia, I-“
I press a finger to his lips. My heart races, echoing in my throat.
I’m scared.
“Fuck me,” I say. My voice trembles far more than it sounds to my ears.
I kiss him, twisting my hips into his until he eagerly pulls my panties to the side and presses a thick, long finger into my heat.
I moan. Then rest my head into his shoulder and rock my hips into his hand.
He groans. “You’re so sexy, so fucking sexy,” he says into my ear.
His breath is warm and tickles my neck. I fight the urge to tell him, to shout, to moan, how I feel.
He presses a second finger inside me, my toes curl as the pleasure builds so intensely I feel it in my lower back.
I press my hand into his shorts.
He lets out a shaky breath.
I press my palm along his shaft and grip firmly at the base. His thick, throbbing cock, urges me to pull him out into the open air.
He sucks the skin of my neck, and mumbles my name against my throat.
“Dalia,” he begs against the shell of my ear. He nibbles on my earlobes. And kisses just behind it.
I pull him free and press my clit against him.
He presses his fingers deeper, curling them until I seize up and ride the crashing wave of my orgasm.
We go down slowly as Augusto sets his knees into the sand.
My toes dip ever so slightly into the runoff foam from the shoreline.
He says my name so faintly I don’t hear it over the white noise of my lingering pleasure.
It’s only the feel of his pressing tip that snaps me back to reality. I raise my hips and sink onto him, pushing past the resistance of my body.
“Fuck,” he moans wrapping his arms around my frame hugging me tightly.
I run my hands through his hair and pull myself up and down, feeling every inch of him spread me apart and fill me so.
His large hands grab my hip, holding me still. He thrust into me roughly over and over, whispering sweet, sultry words of desire.
I tighten my legs around him, each thrust pushing my mind and body further into a body-shaking orgasm.
He thrust shallow then deep, fast then slow, driving me further and further until his hot fluid fills me until my stomach swells.
We hold tightly to each other, body slick with sweat, panting and fatigued.
He pecks my lips and blinks his lashes at me languidly.
“Can I talk now?” he asks.
I nod, trying to grasp my sanity back.
“I love you,” he says.
My heart skips. I can’t help but clench him in surprise.
He lets out a breath, swelling within me.
“I can’t tell if the face you're making is a good thing or a bad thing.” He says.
I open my mouth, but words don’t come out.
After a beat, eyes eyebrows scrunch up and his lips set in a firm line.
“Dalia,”
“Augusto, I- we shouldn't.”
He rolls his eyes, grips my hips, and sinks himself further into me.
I can’t even catch the moan before it slips from my lips into the air.
“It’s too late, Dalia,” he flicks his eyes between us.
I tighten around him, and he groans. “Augusto, what would the foundation say? If we suddenly said that we were together.”
“Fuck them. I don’t care anymore. Why should I hold back my love for you?”
I swallow my heart and close my eyes. He’s right, but it seems wrong.
“Dalia, beloved, how do you feel about me?” he asks.
I mull over how to respond. But I can’t think past the thickness pressing deep into my core. I can’t even resist my hips as they twist with a newfound need to fill my mind and body with his love.
He holds my hips firmly again. I use my thighs to press into him, attempting to reach that spot that leaves me so full until I’m empty.
“Dalia,” he begs. Lines form around his temples as he focuses on not moving and keeping me from such.
“Augusto,” I moan, using my legs to pull him in a far as he can go.
“I love you.” I mouth.
His lips close in on mine, and he pulls back, slamming into me harder and faster than before. His legs flex as he lifts me. Then he presses me into the sand.
The waves swirl around us, while he pulls my legs over his shoulders, pressing my thighs into his chest.
“Fucking hell Dalia, I’d thought I’d pass away waiting for you.”
“It’s your fault. You said, that, while you were in me.”
He grips my nipples, rolling them over the pads of his thumbs.
“You fucking loved it.”
I bite my lip.
I can’t deny.
“Still,” I say with the last bit of my resistance, before submitting my body to his wild ministrations.
Each thrust cast stars in my eyes, causing my whole body to tingle and shake. A wet, hot, sensation rushes out of me. I clench up until my conscious fades into ecstasy.
I catch my breath and open my eyes.
“Didn’t know you could do that,” Augusto says. He kisses me softly and pulls from my body; it's only then that I feel the last release of liquid as it squirts out.
I gape sitting up. My entire body is weak, numb even.
“Did I?” I can’t even finish my sentence.
A lazy grin stretches over Augusto’s face. “It’s so sexy you don’t understand.”
I gulp. “Let’s not do this outside anymore, deal?”
He begins to mull it over.
I sit up further and playfully smack his shoulder. grains of sand falls from my hair, as it sticks to my back. “Augusto, please. It’s embarrassing.”
“Keep it to myself is what you're saying? Absolutely.”
He kisses me again and smiles that sweet, boyish grin.
I fan my face.
What have I gotten myself into?
