22) My boyfriend is waiting for me

His hand is so cold that my lips start lightly trembling in the cold,

but when I try to get away from his grasp I feel him take another step forward to make my back adhere to his chest, while my hair sticks to his skin,

letting me know that his chest is completely wet.

"What ..." - I clear my throat to appear as cold as possible when he presses his thumb

wet against my arm, pushing on my skin with a great force:

"What are you doing?" - I stammer again, as I turn my head to the side to understand what he wants from me, but

I realize his intentions when I notice that he is erasing with his thumb Hardin's writing on my arm.

«Now it's better.» - he whispers at my forehead, without stopping to look at me

carefully from above to study my expression.

A strong weight of pleasure begins to haunt my lower abdomen as he drags his thumb from

my arm around my neck, then grip my hair in his fingers and take a strong

I breathe, as if wanting to smell the perfume of the wet locks of my hair.

I dull my pupils, taking advantage of the fact that I'm turned away, when I feel his free hand reach my wet bra.

«It works only when you are naked.» - he repeats the same words that Ian put in my head

a couple of hours ago, but his tone is so low that I'm unable to move or say anything for all

the chills that are running through my body right now, and then discharging into the cold water

covering my bare legs.

"I won't look at you." -he tries to convince me, as if he had not already speculated with his

hateful and damn seductive tone.

«Don't deceive yourself.» - he adds immediately afterwards to make me understand that I am not at his level. I don't know whether to turn to him to smother him with my hands or to follow his advice and

let myself go, but I understand it's late to go back when I feel him unfasten

slowly the bra behind me, while a moan escapes from my lips for the

surprised when his other hand leaves my hair.

I forcibly close my eyes when my banal gray bra lands on the waters of the

river, only to move further and further away from my position, but once again he distracts me

with a warm sigh on my shoulder, the bastard!

«Matthew.» - I try to get his attention when his hand slips under the water

to reach the elastic of my thong, but before he can go any further I hurry to

take a step forward to get away from his hot, dirty hands.

«I'll do it by myself.» - I stammer now a meter away from him, while my lips begin

to tremble for the cold that I start to feel right now, but I can't find the courage to

look down to realize that I am really naked in the eyes of the man that stands behind me, even though he spit in my face to make him sick.

I grit my teeth in anger as his words repeat in my head while

I bring both my hands to the height of my underwear to deprive myself of my underwear without

thinking twice.

When I finally hear him move behind me I understand that he has decided to keep his

promise and don't look at me, so I breathe a sigh of relief and let the crystal clear water of the

river flows between my legs, gently caressing my intimacy as I throw my

head slightly back.

I completely forget Matthew's presence behind me as I do another I step upstream and open my eyes to stare at the moon reflected on the river a few meters away from my body.

A heavenly feeling leads me to force a smile when my hair waves

on my shoulder blades as the cold wind hits my chest making suddenly stiffen

the nipples of my small breast, but my smile gives way to an

offended and amazed grimace at the same time when I notice Matthew with the corner of his eye

staring at me: he x-rays all over my body with his damn black eyes and with so much

intensity that I hasten to bend the knees to completely immerse my body in the water.

"You said you wouldn't look at me!" - I raise my voice more than I should, repenting immediately afterwards,

when I understand that I may have woken up others, but I do not take my eyes off those of

Matthew, as I try to slay him with my eyes.

I clench my fingers in two fists when I see him shrug his shoulders suddenly with indifference,

while his eyes are lost in mine to distract me once again:

"I lied." - he decides to speak after a couple of seconds, while I widen my eyes

when he lowers his hands to the height of his gigantic boxers, to slide them down his legs

suddenly with the intention of showing me the monstrous 'v' that his muscles form

down and part of his intimacy, but when he lifts a corner of his mouth with malice and takes a step in my direction, I hasten to stand with my arms crossed

in front of my breast:

«My boyfriend is waiting for me.» - I spit sour, fighting with myself not to bring my

eyes too low as I walk towards him with the intent to overtake him and go away from here before I fall into his trap.

«Sure he is.» - he says when I lean next to his body, while the smile dies on his lips and

runs through my body again rapidly with his severe puddles like those of

a hungry hawk, and then adds as soon as I turn my back to him:

"In my tent, with my cousin."