Arc Du Destin

4

I loved the feeling of hot and cold, I thought to myself, keeping my eyes closed, feeling his fingers trailing their way up my arms, painting cool streaks of wet water on my over sensitive overheated skin. It made me crave for more. I leaned back into his arms, my back on his chest, wanting to feel his warmth. The strokes of his hand swiping aside my hair to expose my shoulder. His tightened grip on my upper arms drew untold sensations out of my body. I gulped hard.

The cool water of the natural pool lapped at our bodies as we stood waist deep in it. Us alone. No one else but us for miles around. That thought was both thrilling and exciting. It was a temptation to go all the way with him... did I dare? Was I brave enough? The tiny sharp nips at my neck was a tantalizing beacon to lose my way in him. To let him have his way. To beg him.

"Yang Guo..." my lips formed his name even though my lungs refused to give it air. He seemed to hear it though. Grasping me, he turned me towards him and my breath caught at the sight. My hands settled, trembling, on the waistband of his pants, submerged below the water. I attempted to steady them, my eyes locked on those six packs dotted with beads that melded into each other and made their way down the curves defining his firm torso. I licked my lips. Would it taste just as warm as he looked?

My eyes rose up to the two rose buds, my hands followed, stroking their way up through those water droplets, smearing them across the skin...ah ! It was hot to touch. He took a sharp breath and suddenly clutched me close and we froze, body to body, face to face. I stood in the danger of dying by suffocation. Couldn't breathe.

Those lips looked delicious, begging to be sucked and bitten. He watched me with hooded eyes, he knew what was going on in my mind but I couldn't care less. It was fascinating to see him look at me as if I was zither to his musician. I watched as he mused on how to play me... those eyes darted up to mine and shone in a smile. Yes... I'll let him have his way today.

I leaned in. Loving the way the mist in the rock cave dampened our hot bodies. Craving more and more as our hands explored each other, sometimes dipping in the water and rising to paint us with moisture. He grasped the back of my neck and drew me to him, sucking at my chin.

"Ah..." I clutched his shoulders, all senses concentrating on the hot and cold sensation. "Yang Guo..." I whispered.

"Alex...."

I was that far lost in his touch. His voice echoed, faint in my ear, lulling me to a state of lust, causing me to moan faintly as his body moved against mine. Heaven help me... that firm chest was waking up my softness, inviting me to give in to my wanton desires. I snaked my arms around his shoulders, pulling him more to me, giving myself up to his will.

"Alexandra..."

Another stroke of his water splashed hands through my hair, down my throat, across my collar bones...  go low... will you dare to go lower? I begged silently.

"Alex, love,  open your eyes..."

Later. Play me for now, please... 

But he stroked my hair again.

"Alexandra... wake up."

Huh?

He shook me, what--

I opened my eyes.

The first thing that registered was Yang Guo's face, leaning over me as I lay on a straw mat. I stared at him, a little disoriented, my brain wavering, stuck between the dream and the reality. But a sudden splash of water on my face drove the beautiful dream further away. "Urgh!" I uttered, lifting up my hand to wipe the water from my face and looking around to see five faces surrounding me, all wearing worried expressions. Yang Guo... Li ge... Chen Shing... the Reverend... and a monk brother.