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Certain this isn’t the best time to indulge in all the fantasies that just sprung up that include my mate and a large pool of massage oil, I make my way back to our picnic, grabbing two of the small blankets rolled up in the corner. Wrapping one around my waist, I take the other over to her, holding it open so she can do the same.
“How did you do it?” I ask, nodding toward the glistening pool of liquid.
She glares down like it’s the pond’s fault it’s now massage oil. “I do what I normally do. Imagine what it feels like in my hands until it’s real.”
I run my hand down her slick hair in a soothing motion. “Shouldn’t it work in reverse?”
“Probably,” she murmurs, leaning into my side. “I’m sorry I ruined your birthday.”
“You didn’t,” I insist, kissing the top of her head. When I lick the oil from my lips, it has the faint flavor of strawberries. “It’s one of my best birthdays, because I got to spend it with you.”
She looks up at me, her fragile heart in her eyes. “Really?”
“Really,” I reply, sealing it with a gentle meeting of my lips to hers. Leaving her to turn the pond back to water, I release her and walk the few steps to gather her clothes off the ground.
“You know,” Callie muses behind me, “I already turned it into massage oil, so it’d be a shame to waste it.”
“What do you have in mind?” I ask, turning to face her. All the air leaves my lungs, and I drop her clothes, when I see her standing with the blanket now pooled around her feet. She is wearing underwear, but it’s hard to remember when it’s white and stuck to her like a second skin.
She motions her head toward the dark pool and then looks up at me through her lashes. “The water is slick now.”
“You sure?” I choke out, positive that particular opportunity sailed when she realized her magic did more than she asked it to.
Bending down, she swishes her hand in the pond and smiles up at me over her shoulder. “Yup, I’m sure. Definitely slick now.”
Keeping my gaze on hers, which is full of heated promise, I unwrap the blanket from my waist and let it fall to the ground. She stands back up, wobbling a bit as I approach. I run a single finger down the length of her throat to the large, egg-shaped, pendant hanging between her breasts. She answers by placing her palm over the onyx wolf tooth hanging from my necklace. Both objects hum with her power. Mi reina is a marvel beyond words, and I am humbled beneath her strength.
“May I touch you?” I ask, my voice a low rumble.
Callie nods, a small dip of her chin, and murmurs a breathless, “Yes.”
I lead her back to the shallowest part of the pond and then step into the warm oil. It’s an odd sensation, the liquid resisting as I move and the ground somewhat more difficult to stand on. After stabilizing my stance, I reach up to grab her waist to help her in. Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she lets me lift her with ease, and her body slides down mine on her way back to her feet.
While looking into my eyes, she sweeps her hands from my shoulders, down my chest, and to my abs before moving lower, where my desire for her is unmistakable, pressing against her belly. With a delicate touch, she runs her fingers along my length, bolder than her first time. My breath hitches, but I stand still, letting her explore before I do some of my own.
Glancing down to see what she’s doing, she palms the underside of my cock, her fingers wrapping around me, and then she strokes up, the crown of my cock cresting the surface of the slick liquid.
“It’s softer than I thought it would be,” she observes, her firmer grip slipping back down.
This earns a grunt in response, my mind far more focused on her touch. It’s wondrous and maddening, the way her hand leisurely slips along my shaft. The tip of my cock is desperate for her attention, so I murmur, “Over the head too.”
She follows the instruction, going so far that I nearly slip out of her grasp, and then mutters, “Should probably use two hands.”
A deep groan vibrates within me as she fists both hands around my cock. The warm oil and tight hold has me seeing stars that have nothing to do with the sky above us. Unable to resist the pull of pleasure, my hips begin to rock with the pace she sets.
Most of our make-out sessions turn heated quickly, our desire a whirling cycle that feeds and heightens each other’s pleasure, but I don’t want to rush her as she takes the next step in our intimacy. Softly caressing her body, I glide my hands along her curves, moving from her waist, up her ribs, and to her shoulders, then down her chest. I take my time, my thumbs following the path of her white lace bra, stopping only once they reach the visible peaks of her nipples. I’m careful to keep my touch over the fabric, respecting that she left it on for a reason. Methodically, I brush over and around her nipples, watching as her brows knit together and her mouth makes a silent, “Oh.”
My mate leans into my touch, her back arching, as she tips her face up invitingly. In a breathy whisper, she pleads, “More.”
Everything inside me burns to please her. My hands move farther down to cup her breasts, lifting and molding them in my grasp, as I bend down to claim her mouth. She shudders and moans when I gently pinch her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, her grip tightening around my cock. Her pace grows clumsy, starting and stopping, as she becomes distracted. I don’t mind. The sensation of her touch, the scent of her arousal, and the feeling of her pleasure is enough to heighten my own.
Callie makes a throaty mewling noise of frustration before breaking away from me. I’m confused and worried until she unsnaps her bra and flings it onto the heap of her clothes. Her eyes glow in the waning light, under a crescent moon, and I see a hunger within them that makes me want to drop to my knees in worship. Reaching for my hand, she tugs me to follow and backs up against the edge of the pond.
“Lift me up,” she commands, and I do, grabbing her by the waist and placing her butt on the edge of one of the flat rocks. She reaches for me, pulling me between her splayed legs before wrapping them around my hips.
“Mierda,” I hiss as she flexes her legs, the shaft of my cock hard against the apex of her thighs. This is followed by a low groan as she reaches between us and starts stroking me again.
She tips her face toward the sky, her eyes drifting closed, and she is otherworldly in her beauty. The moonlight runs along the planes of her heart-shaped face and down the column of her long neck, highlighting the tantalizing curves of her golden body. She is glorious, and she is mine. Desperate to feel her under my hands, I massage the warm oil into her skin, following the lines from her hips and up her body to her exposed breasts. My lips seek hers, swallowing her moan as I tease her hardened nipples between my fingers.
