It All Started with a Lie

Chapter 14

She sucks in a sharp breath as I push her bare back against the glass of one of the tanks and she runs her fingers through my hair. As I remove my shirt, her eyes drawl to the tattoos that decorate my chest and arms. She traces a tender finger along one of them, the one on my arm, a thick band of flames, just below a light pink scar. "Do they mean anything?"

Her finger lightly brushes along the scar and I stiffen at the touch. I don't answer her, worried that the mention of my sister might scare us into our senses, and realize the gravity of what we are doing, so I don't tell her that my sister picked it out, or that I am pretty sure it is from the book she'd been reading at the time. And for other reasons, I don't tell her it was my first tattoo, or that I got it to distract from the scar. I kiss her instead, unbuttoning her jeans. We only break apart so that she might step out of them and as we do, I catch a glimpse of the creature swimming past her figure and it sends a chill down my spine that instantly softens my erection. "What's wrong?" she asks.

The great white that circles the tank looks nothing like the one that bit me as child, it is much too large, and truth be told, I never really saw the shark that bit me, only the blood that surrounded me and its tooth that it left in my arm that now resides on a string around my neck, a trinket to remind myself that I wasn't so weak as a child, that a shark could not kill me.

But it could, and I was, and my father was sure to remind me as he pulled me from the water and told me to be a man and stop crying, that I was scaring my sister who's blood curdling screams still haunt my dreams.

I am not the scrawny little boy my father pulled from the water that night anymore. "Nothing," I answer her just as she starts to ask if I'd rather move to the other exhibit, clown fish, letting me know either my sister told her of the incident from when we were children or she thinks I'm afraid of sharks. "Here is fine."

She is not convinced so I lean down and suck the sensitive spot of her neck, earning me a soft, breathy sound from her that makes any other thoughts disappear. She is intoxicating and suddenly nothing else in the world matters, only me and her. Never in my life have I needed someone so desperately as I do her.

I run my hands down her sides. Her skin is is like velvet and I'm tempted to run my tongue along every inch of her body but instead settle for just her breast. Her head falls back against the glass and she twists her fingers through my hair, tugging tightly as I swirl my tongue against her nipple. I find the sides of her panties, the two ribbons that hold the whole thing together. She is the only woman I know who wears them, and I swear she does it just to taunt me. "Take them off," she whispers. 

I grin and pull the ends of ribbons, as if unwrapping a gift, and the strip of material falls to the ground. It is the first time I have gotten to see her completely bare and she is nothing short of perfect. She pulls me back up to her and I grab a condom from the pocket of my jeans. Her hands quiver as she strips me of my belt and pushed my jeans and boxers to the ground.

She presses her palm to my erection and gives it a squeeze. My head falls against her shoulders as she strokes me, my frantic breaths fanning across her skin. I tear open the condom wrapper with my teeth, my hands trembling as I remove it from the package. She brushes my tip against her entrance and a searing heat rushes through me. "Fuck, let me get this on first," I curse, rolling the condom on.

She giggles, kissing me again, and as soon as it is on she hooks one leg around my waist to pull me closer. My pulse hammers in my throat as I meet her feverish stare, lifting her up and filling her. She buries her teeth into my shoulder, whimpering in pain, as she wraps her other leg around me, pushing me deeper until I am all the way in. "Gods, I hate you," she moans, trailing wet kisses down my jaw.

"I know." The feeling of her so intense I have to stop her from moving just to keep from exploding. She will never let me live it down if I do.

Once I gather myself, I slowly begin moving my hips causing her back to arch. "Harder," she gasps.

I swear under my breath, rocking into her harder. I bring my hand between us to circle her clit. She gasps for breaths and every strangled sound that escaped her lips makes me grow harder and harder until we are both panting, covered in thin sheens of sweat. Her nails claw into my back, a pain so delectable I move myself deeper into her just to feel it again.

I whisper softly in her ear all the things I want to do to her, how good she feels, and she can only answer with those muted, delicious moans of hers. "Klaus," she finally makes out a word as she grows closer and closer to release and the sound is sweater than honey, pushing me over the edge.

I have dreamt of her saying my name, while I burry myself inside her since the first time I met her. "Say it again."

She cries out my name, clenching wildly onto me as she falls apart. If I thought she looked before, then she looked absolutely stunning now, in her abandon with my name on her lips. I let go with her, the euphoric feeling barreling through me. I push one final time, engulfed in her as the sweet smell of lavender, drowning in it.

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We fall still, panting against each other. Her grip on my back weakens as she trembles in my arms. The sharks in the exhibit swim past the glass of the tanks, blissfully unaware of what they've witness, I, however, am not. I slowly slip back into consciousness, painfully conscious of the mistake I've just made. But I know I will make it again and again as long as she lets me. She is addicting. I can't stop even if I want to.

That doesn't alleviate the burden, guilt seeping through me. I almost wonder if she feels it too but for a woman so easily readable, her face is a mask.

Hesitantly, she makes it back on her feet, her mind distant as we both dress in silence with the clothes we have near us. My jacket and shirt have been lost somewhere in our movements. "Come on," she cut the tension, "let's go steal something from the gift shop."

She leads and I follow begrudgingly.

A/N
Hi lovies!

What did we think?

That's the last one of those scenes for a minute I think but I am not entirely sure.

I'm hoping to update everyday this week to make up for not updating last week.

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Rachelle <3