Chapter Ten

Ciara put off her gown slowly, putting it right next to Bruce's clothes as she walked into the pool with her paper-white underwear and her velvet bra, still in awe of his body's symmetry.

She swam to the other edge of the pool with her eyes passionately glaring at him while he splashed water on his face as he swam closer to her.

With his two arms, he passionately held on to her waist and brought her closer to himself till he could exchange the breath of his nostrils with hers.

She breathed shallowly, and anticipated what came next with a fiery gaze into his bold eyes which mirrored her face.

Bruce took his right hand from her waist and tenderly traced his fingers from the side of her thighs all the way up to the sides of her arms while her breathing paced and her heart raced. He caressed her hair and softly carved it behind her ears and right above her neck where he rubbed his fingers against.

As Bruce's finger touched the edge of her neck, right beside the right part of her jaw, she moaned and gasped into his face with pleasure finding a bold place on every inch and warm spots on her face.

Bruce did not relent in his quest to discover all the sensual triggers that sat still on her body, as he felt her legs shiver within the water and her breath became the object of his pleasure.

With his thumb, he caressed her face, and stroked the edges of her lips. Ciara did not hold back and she let out every moan that was rising from her body and finding a voice through her lips which she closed firmly on Bruce's teasing thumb.

"Let go, Ciara." Bruce said, with his voice dropping an octave and full of so much sensual power she surrendered to.

With his thumb outside of her lips, he drew near to her lips once more with his face and breathed on her face and into her fairly open lips. He headed into her mouth with his tongue first, and her luscious lips warmly, and full of rising tension accommodated his tongue which gallantly danced within the interior and warmer walls of her mouth.

Ciara's breathing paced, and was on par with her "bolt-ing" heart rate. She revelled in every tingling, itching and arousing sensation of pleasure that roamed within her body and stirred up within her core.

Bruce hardened his tongue every time he penetrated into the walls of her mouth and he pushed further with his lips in an attempt to stroke every wet corner that existed in her mouth.

With every part of her body soaked in pleasure, and wet in this rising steam, Ciara pushed Bruce away slowly and yet instantly.

"Wait." Ciara said as she held his gaze while she removed her underwear and kicked it into the water without much concern if it drowned or floated.

Bruce felt empowered and he was aroused the more as he extended his fingers to assist her in unhooking her bra. When he did, he placed her bra by the side of the pool gently and returned his left wet hand into the water and much closer to the middle of her legs rather than her waist where it formerly was.

As Bruce kept his left hand under the water, he slowly stirred the water around the middle of her thighs till its waves stroked every bit of her thighs, from the middle and on to the behind of it. Ciara moaned in a much lower pitch but with more ecstatic power that Bruce found pleasure in.

Bruce stirred the water this way repeatedly and Ciara's moans escalated with her belly going in and her breath held long pauses.

Bruce kissed her lips, and this time without much of an erotic rush. He pulled out of her lips as he stared at her lovely breasts which the bra had hid away from him. Right in the presence of Bruce was a living turn-on, and he knew too well not to let such naked opportunities leave unremarkably.

"Do you have a condom?" Ciara asked Bruce with a voice so light and born of desire.

"Let's head upstairs." Bruce said as he looked at her face again.

They stepped out of the pool, both naked, with Bruce laying his hands inches away from his penis which nobly stood ahead of his entire body while he walked towards the door.

"Ohh! That really compliments the looks, boy." Ciara looked towards his legs while he wasn't looking, and she was dazed enough to let out a smile while she thought to herself.

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At LA, Eugenia opens the door and enters Imelda's room with a cup of coffee mixed with almond milk in her hands while she's dressed in her scrubs with her car keys in her other hand.

"Hey, baby, I'm off to work. See you later tonight." Eugenia said to Imelda whose eyes were slowly opening with her hair covering most of her face.

"Good morning, mum." Imelda finished with a yawn so wide that her breath could travel a mile.

Imelda sat up and looked towards the table at her left where Eugenia had dropped the coffee.

"You should go out, you know? I know it's not your favourite city but you should take in the view, and maybe just find a place to chill. Just fuck around, girl. No one loves a boring Disney story." Eugenia said a while she was at the door about to leave the room.

"All right, mum. Thank you for the bad advice, as always." Imelda said with a slightly sarcastic tone.

"Ohh, don't mention, baby. Love you." Eugenia said as she shut the door behind her.