I hesitated for a moment before responding, "Yeah."
"Alright then," Tristan said with a nod as he changed his direction towards the river and started walking towards it.
I followed him quickly before I looked over at him again.
Tristan seemed a little tense again. He was probably thinking about what he had done and what we had done today. But he still smiled at me as he reached for my hand.
"How are you feeling?" He asked me again. "Do you want to rest here for a little while first? I know that we still have some time, but..."
"No," I replied quickly before taking his hand. "Let's go back to town first, and then we can take a break here."
"Are you sure?" Tristan asked me again.
I was about to respond in the best possible way my mind could think of.
But why do I suddenly feel so hot?
Huff!
What's going on?
My hands unconsciously wander to the hem of my dress as my eyes are fixated on Tristan's heavenly form.
If I could just...
No, no! What is going on with me?
I tore my gaze away, hoping it was the end of my internal battle with my body.
Whoosh!
In a fluid movement, he slipped off his shirt and slid down his pants.
My mouth hung open in shock, but I was as swift as ever to mask how smitten he had made me feel with his shirtless and nearly naked form.
In that brief moment, our eyes locked onto one another, and a charming smile broke out on his lips.
Why must he be so goddamn attractive?
Why was my heart fluttering?
"Cecile you're staring again," he teased as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the river.
I was too busy admiring his body to respond to him as we continued on our way toward its bank.
The moment we got a glimpse of the flowing current of the river, Tristan let go of my hand as he built up enough momentum to sprint 9and make a cannonball into the river.
"Cannonball!!!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
'How is he such a bab–'
Splash!!!
I was completely drenched in water when he resurfaced a few feet away from where I stood.
"You should join me," he said with a grin as he waded towards me.
"N-No!" I stuttered, shaking my head rapidly. "I don't want to get wetter than I already am."
Tristan ignored my protest and splashed me again.
"Stop it," I growled at him as I glared at him.
He only grinned wider as he splashed me once more before pulling himself out of the river.
"Come on," he said as he took my hand and pulled me into the water next to him.
I was still trying to ignore what was happening between us as I let him pull me further into the river.
We were both laughing as we swam around in the shallow part of the river. The water wasn't even waist-high for either of us, but it was enough to cool us down after all the sweating we had done earlier.
Not again!
That same sensation.
I searched Tristan's curious eyes, wondering what he had done to me to have me feel this way.
Was it being so close to him? Or maybe... was it his touch?
His touch!
I gasped as I realized that I was still holding on to his hand.
I tried to release my hold on him but he wouldn't let go. Instead, he squeezed my fingers tighter.
"Tristan," I whispered. "Let go."
I don't know what I might do in my state. It almost felt as though I was getting to the brink of the support I could give.
He shook his head. "Don't tell me you've never felt this before."
I stared at him for a moment before I replied, "No."
It was true, but just for the record, I was never a fan of forest visits.
But my self-control was waning, and if I had the chance to do anything, it would be to have Tristan underneath me.
"Woah!" Tristan hummed a bit as he stared at my hands, feeling...
Feeling his ripped body.
"I'm sorry, but..."
I had begun but realized speaking wouldn't make the cut.
Instead, I reached down and stroked his cock through his underpants.
He inhaled sharply as he released my hand and wrapped his arms around my waist.
I didn't know what I wanted to do more: kiss him or take off my clothes right there.
I was about to lean forward and try kissing him when he stopped me with a whisper.
"I can't do this, Cecile."
I groaned as I leaned back against him. "Why not?"
"Because I won't be able to stop," he murmured. "And then I'll have to fuck you."
I shuddered at his words as he nuzzled my neck.
"I want to," he breathed out as he held me closer, "so badly."
Then he kissed me.
I moaned into his mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He pulled back and gazed at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his.
"I want you so bad," he whispered, "but I will regret it later if I don't stop now. I don't want you to feel that's all I need from you."
I nodded as I stared at him and said, "I understand."
"But what if that's what I want right now, Tristan? What if I want you to fuck me?"
He exhaled loudly and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know, Cecile. I just want you to trust me."
"Trust you?" I repeated, frowning.
"Yes, trust me."
I sighed, saying, "Alright, then I guess I'll go with my gut."
Without warning, I pulled him closer to me as I took his lips in mine.
I was surprised by the intensity of the kiss. It was everything I imagined it would be.
He responded eagerly as he pushed his tongue between my lips and explored every inch of my mouth.
I whimpered softly as I pressed myself against him.
I slipped my hands into his underwear, feeling his surprisingly warm cock in my hand as it gradually hardened.
"Oh," I moaned as I rubbed him more vigorously.
Tristan groaned in response, and I felt his fingers dig into my hips.
I wanted him inside me so much.
The water swayed, and disharmonious ripples passed through the surface of the river.
Our mouths parted, and we both gasped for air.
"Cecile," Tristan breathed out, "you have no idea how long I've waited for you to do this."
I was about to ask him what he meant exactly when he suddenly lifted me up in his arms.
I squeaked in surprise as he carried me towards the shore and laid me down gently on the grass.
"Stay still," he ordered as he unbuttoned my dress and slid it off my shoulders.
My eyes followed him as he undressed, and found his movements to be mesmerizing.
Finally naked, he crawled on top of me and began kissing my neck and collarbone.
I whimpered as I arched my back towards him.
"Tristan," I mumbled, "I want you inside me."
He groaned as he pulled his face away from my skin and looked at me with lustful eyes.
"What if we get caught?" He asked in a hushed tone.
"You're the leader of a Mafia group," I reminded him. "Getting caught is not to be considered. Besides, I'm a woman, and women are known to have more stamina."
"I hope you're right," he muttered as he positioned himself above me.
I closed my eyes, waiting for him to enter me.
I opened them again when I heard his intake of breath.
He was looking down at me, his eyes glazed over with desire.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yes," I whispered back, biting my lip.
Just fucking take me already!!!
I need to satisfy whatever urge this is.
His hands gripped my waist tightly as he slowly entered me.