The Giant and His Light : Book 2

Part Thirty Three

I was floating people! Okay not really since the giant was supporting my back under water but still I was floating. It was nice I tell you. I couldn't help giggling like a school girl. The giant had tried teaching me how to swim but it was just scary as hell for me so I told him to just hold me above water so that I could at least float. I never knew how hard it was to learn how to swim. It's not that hard. You're just a scaredy-cat. My brain teased. As if you could do it. You're me remember? And you are a brain. Brains can't swim. My brain chuckled. Good one Busi. Now go away.
Me: "I'm not heavy for you honey?" The giant rolled his eyes at me.
Zano: "As if." I laughed and looked up at the sky. The orange hue was going away but it was still as beautiful as ever. I sighed.
Me: "This is nice." I was really content inside. I wish we could stay here like this, in this paradise and not go back to our real lives where danger always lurked, where I had an evil and crazy mother in law waiting to make my life a misery, and also where friends who were not friends still lingered in my life and business... "I wish we could stay here forever." I told the giant after a while. He grunted.
Zano: "We could always come back my heart." This man! I smiled.
Me: "Yes, I guess we could." He suddenly disappeared under water and I screamed panicking thinking I would sink but he held me under water. Bastard! Such a show off! He came back up and pulled me to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hit his shoulder... "I nearly drowned you jerk." He snorted squeezing my ass... "you know you look so sexy when you're all wet." I told him wrapping my arms around his neck. He smirked.
Zano: "Only when I'm all wet?" His one eyebrow was raised. I giggled.
Me: "No...but more so when you're all wet."
Zano: "Are you all wet for me?" I had a feeling he wasn't talking about the kind of wetness I had been. My nipples hardened. Yikes!
Me: "Maybe."
Zano: "Should I find out for myself wife?" Gosh! If I hadn't been wet down there before, now I sure was.
Me: "Maybe you should." He growled and kissed me and I moaned kissing him back. My back was now against the wall of the pool. He broke away from my lips and lifted one hand to the tie at my neck that was holding my top. Yes people, I was wearing a bikini. There had been two kinds of bathing suit in my suitcase. A full one and a bikini. I had decided to throw all caution away and wore the bikini. I mean, it was our honeymoon people. Even though I had a baby bump, I think I didn't look bad at all. Anyway, back to what the giant was doing to me. Without breaking eye contact, he tugged on the fastening, loosening, then releasing the halter. With a feather-light touch he brought the straps forward, the tips of his fingers on my neck and shoulder sending a shiver down my spine. His movements were slow and purposeful, and he didn't stop pulling, and his eyes never left mine. His gaze dropped to my bare breasts and his eyes went half lidded, the rise and fall of his chest obvious. I liked it so much that I had so much effect on the giant. I bit my lip in anticipation to what he'll do next. He touched me with the backs of his hands and knuckles - my hardened nipples and the undersides of my breasts - until I was panting and trembling with need. Gosh! I felt crazed and overwhelmed... "please..." I pleaded. His gaze sharpened and he rubbed his hammer against me. He bent his waist and his mouth was on me. He licked, kissed and sucked my nipple into his hot mouth, then grazed me with his teeth. God! His other hand tweaked and pinched my other nipple and I cried out arching on instinct.
Zano: "Fuck." His eyes were half closed now. Yum! His caress became more aggressive, insistent and forceful as his hand moved inside the front of my bikini bottoms, his fingers parting and entering me... "soaking wet." He growled. He bit the underside of my breast and ribs like he wanted to consume me. He strummed my clit and captured my lips just as I cried out my pleasure. His tongue mirrored the stroking of his fingers. He tugged my hair tilting my head to the side as his mouth moved to my neck. He grazed me with his teeth and licked me with his tongue. I closed my eyes and my hips bucked. I felt taut and swollen, and more greedy for his hands, his touch, his mouth and his body. My breath hitched as my stomach coiled tight. Everything felt close to breaking. And then I did. I broke. In fact, I cried out. Violent, sweet desolation tore through me, delicious spasms accompanied by fierce trembling. I was paralyzed by this wave of beautiful destruction, strangling and releasing and suffocating me over and over. I became aware that his fingers stroking slower, softer, like they'd taken what they wanted and were now moving as a mere echo of their earlier urgency. My body instinctively relaxed, going limp. The giant's mouth was still on my neck, sucking, licking, and biting. My man loved leaving his marks all over my body... "let's get out of the pool wife, and finish this inside." He declared roughly against my neck. And that's what we did.