Forbidden desires

chapter 19

Sky stiffened the moment skinny dipping were uttered from Scarlett's mouth. He knew he could not watch her but what he did not like was that Chris was watching her. That another pair of eyes was looking at the magnificent woman that Sky yearned for. But, he knew this would eventually happen the minute she went on a date with him. They were still not in a relationship and yet, they behaved like it.

Scarlett's eyes danced in amusement as Chris looked up in shock, his eyes instantly angry. He did not like the idea of this dare any more than Sky did.

He heard Aiyana walk to the lake, each footstep taunting Sky. This was his own brand of hell. Being so close yet unable to take what was his. So close and unable to protect what should be his. Giving it away to Chris.

With each footfall, Sky's dick hardened. He was rigid by the time he imagined the soft whispers of the fabric running down Aiyana's skin. He imagined Chris' eyes on her body as each garment was shredded.

How her long fingers would curl around the hem of her tee back and slowly be drawn against her skin as she raised it. Her eyes would be playful under the moonlight as she uncovered those beautiful breasts to his view.

He imagined her in black. Always black and always lace. He imagined her breasts struggling against the lacy cups. An intricate pattern of lace woven around her soft skin as her fingers hooked themselves in her tiny shorts, languidly pulling them down her long legs.

She would stand in a thong and lacy bra, watching Chris. Enjoying his arousal, before her hands would partly disappear behind her body and her nails would dig into the soft fabric as she unhooked her bra. Letting each strap fall as the bra would drop. Pulling at the tiny string of the thong at the side of her hip, Chris would watch the string uncurl and then watch the panties fall. Unable to take his eyes off her skin. Unable to look away from her mesmerizing seduction.

She take her lower lip between her teeth as she would stand shyly in front of his for one long moment, letting his gaze at her naked body before she would spring into the lake.

Water would splash her breasts bounce effortlessly into the wind and the water would lick at her skin. The way sky wanted his tongue to lick at her body. The water would feel her soft skin under its touch as the moon would enviously watch the goddess in front of its eyes. Shining brighter in the hope for a single lick of her skin and then she would stand there.

Naked under the sweet glow of the moon. Her body bathed in the water of the lake. She would look up at the moon, ignoring Chris as he would helplessly look at her, discarding his clothing so he could touch her. Probably jealous of the water that did. Her long neck extended as her lashes would flutter innocently at the moon. Challenging it to feel her.

Chris would walk towards her, his eyes watching the water at her neck, the drop threatening to fall from her nipple and the water that pooled between her legs. She would look like an angel.

Sky's angel.

And then he knew when, Chris reached the beautiful goddess in front of him he would touch her. Sky's jaw clenched at the thought of it, anger boiling like an inferno within his soul.

Aiyana belonged to sky.

"Je es faite pour moi." He whispered

She was made for him, his hands curled around the stone on which he sat gripping it till his hands were numb.

After, they returned, it was Aiyana's turn to narrate an 'I got laid story'.

"It was a few weeks ago... right after Docs appointment. I was pissed and I needed to get laid. That's when I saw this café right across the street; it was called Kelly's or something. So anyhow, I walked in cause I saw this guy, Brian. He was a waiter there..."

Sky knew the rest of the story. For heard it with his own ears. She was the woman he had walked in on fucking the waiter in the bathroom. The voice that he was obsessed with.

The voice he had unknowingly given Aiyana in his own fantasies. It was her. She really was perfect.

That night Sky promised to Sierra that they would play the most beautiful game when they would return.