We drive around San Diego a little before pulling into Balboa Gardens parking lot. Parking up, Christian jumps out and races to my side to open my door. I wonder if that will ever get old. He takes my hand and we walk into the park in silence for a few minutes.
"I really like it here." He casually says.
The flowers are all over, covering every little space. Now, in the darkness of this late evening, there is illumination that beautifully highlights all the best features about the park. I heard that this was a massive park of multiple gardens and buildings, but I never stepped foot inside it until this evening.
It seems as magical and beautiful as the man walking alongside me. I enjoy the scenery of the amazing gardens as we move from one to the other in seamless fashion.
"I like to come here in the evenings sometimes to unwind and relax and get away from everyone." He talks and I listen carefully.
"Everyone?" I can't help but ask as I don't really see him with anyone else.
"Fans, people, even my family at times. It's always peaceful here. I even do my morning run through here." He keeps talking.
"It sure is beautiful here," I say staring around.
"This is your first time, isn't it?" He turns to me slowing my walk down.
"Yes. How did you know?" I ask in surprise.
"I can tell by the way you said it. Come on, I want to show you my favourite part." He leads me on.
We head deeper into the gardens and pass through the Palm Canyon. Each garden is truly exquisite. I can tell he hasn't shared this with anyone else. I feel so special all thanks to my magic man. My inner angel kicks in, remember that's messed up magic man. I go to ask him more about his life as I feel he is opening up to me in his own way when he comes to a stop.
"We're here." He says simply.
I look around and it's breathtaking. I feel like we have somehow walked into a Spanish mansion's grounds. The building structures look of Spanish descent as the wonderfully blue garden and flowers move out in all directions. There is a small fountain across from where we are standing and the only sound is the soft falling water on the pond.
"It's stunningly beautiful." I gaze around.
"No, it's pretty. You are stunningly beautiful." He breathes.
I turn to look at him and he has opened the buttons of his shirt and slides it off. I step forward to help keep him warm. His scars are exposed to the cool breeze before my body pushes against him. I kiss his chest softly once above a scar and hear him moan while my hands run over his rough scarred skin there. I want to feel more of him against me and completely forget where we are at that moment.
All that matters is us, as both my hands move down to his pants and open the button before working down the zipper. I pull his pants and underwear down with a hard tug freeing his erection to the cool night air.
My lips press down onto one of the large scars on his chest and I feel his hands take hold of the bottom of my top and pull it up over my stomach and my bra encased breasts. I pull back from my kiss as he pulls my top completely over my head and lets it drop onto the grass.
Without thinking, I reach back and open my bra pushing it off my arms and letting it fall away from my body. The clothing we have on are too restricting in feeling the other one's body. I kick my shoes off and feel my feet against the soft grass. It tickles, but I don't care. I'm happy with my Christian.
I feel his hands reach for my jeans and his fingers deftly undo the buttons. His fingers grip the side of them hard and pull, peeling them slowly and carefully down my legs to reveal my plain white underwear. As he pulls my jeans past my thighs, he kneels down and kisses the underwear line against my skin.
I raise each foot, one at a time as he fully pulls my jeans off and drops them onto the grass. He kisses my stomach sweetly and I see him pulling off his shoes and socks. Then as he runs a line of kisses along my belly and up and onto my breasts, he removes his pants and underwear so he is naked.
All our clothes are scattered on the grass around us now, all that remains is my underwear. His mouth falls onto my nipple and he bites down with his teeth gently causing me to gasp. My hands run down into his hair pulling and tugging his soft brown locks, using it to pull him closer to me as he takes more of my breast into his mouth. One of his hands rolls up my body and finds my other sensitive nipple from the breeze. Between two fingers, he pulls and rubs over it mimicking what his mouth is doing. I hear him groan and then he pulls me down.
I'm under his body as his hands run down to my hips trailing softly until they arrive at my underwear. His fingers pull at them and I arch my back allowing them to slip from both ankles. I open my legs wide inviting him in. There is a hunger and need behind every move of our bodies together, but it's so much more than pleasure.
It's intense and so much more than anything before. It reminds me of our night on the piano. I vaguely hear the foil packet rip. Then he's inside of me. I lift my legs up wrapping my thighs around him. He feels so deliciously big inside of me as his movements are soft and gentle. Controlled but also passionate. We both need this more than ever.
My need to be with him, be close to him, is overriding anything else, just as is his need to keep his pain away and share something more special than anything else in his life with me. Our build-up had already begun a long time ago. It's soft and sensual and arrives much quicker than we are both ready for. It's the true depth of our feelings for one another. We gaze into each others eyes.
I don't feel the grass trying to tickle my bare back, rear, and legs as I'm too lost in Christian's eyes. His hips gently roll against mine making me moan and pant. His breath feels heavenly on my neck and I feel him kiss there once. It's a simple and delicate kiss right below my ear.
It sends a shock right through my body that is enough to throw me into the longest free fall that takes me being caught in his arms to save me. I'm panting and then I watch as he falls, too, giving himself over to me completely.
We lay there together naked under the starry night sky on the grass together. It's our own little slice of heaven.
(Now the first part is drawing to a close. The last six chapters are filled with tension and story so I hope your ready to witness how part one ends. As they would say this is the calm before the storm.
How many of you are ready for that storm? More sharing of secrets by Christian.
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