23 doesn't look much different from 22, this is the first thought that crosses Anastasia's mind as she checks herself in the rearview mirror. Though the changes have already occurred before, progressively and smoothly, to transform her completely – not physically, even if her glowing smile and loose golden locks make her look different too. It's inside the most evident as she is about to break the law again, and the eagerness is tickling her skin to rush out of the car.

Like always, she carefully scans the surroundings, but today, there is a silhouette waiting for her, and her heart instantly skips a beat, settling into an erratic pace with her steps until she is in front of the man standing strong and impressive.

She will never get used to how handsome he is, nor to the way he can make her feel so much with just one look of his penetrating eyes. Today his dark blue shirt and simple jeans are only accentuating all these characteristics from the firm muscles under to the dark of his hair and gaze.

"Bon anniversaire!" Nathaniel greets her as soon as they are face to face, catching the rest of her breath.

"You've already told me this." She fights her wide smile as his words are creating the same warm tickles from her cheeks to every part of her body as when she has answered his phone call at 00.01 a.m.

"And have I already told you that tu es éblouissant, birthday girl?"

Just a few right words, and she is already yielding to her foolish grin and the heat rushing up her face.

"You too," she whispers, her eyes taking in his dazzling appearance once more.

He is the best birthday present she could ever wish for, the only one she wants, and even if it is just for one day, she savors her chance. The thought of unwrapping this neat shirt and tangling these slicked-back curls is crossing her mind, flooding more heat on her cheeks and somewhere else, but luckily, he interrupts her thoughts before she can melt in lava.

"And now that I have you for real in front of me, I can give you this too." He pulls his hands from behind his back, letting appear a big bouquet of so many different flowers: fuchsia and yellow roses, red tulips, pale apple blossoms, blue orchids, and so many more.

It is like the vivid colors are describing perfectly every striking emotion he makes her feel: pink like the warmth he creates on her skin and inside her chest, golden like the way he illuminates her days, white like the fragility of their 'let it be', blue like the loneliness invading every moment away from him, and red like the ardent fire burning her every time he is close. All these colors are going through her all at once right now, and she can barely find her words.

"Oh! It's... Thank you. It's beautiful!"

"It's not much, you know, and–"

"For me, it is." She holds his tender chocolate gaze, trying to let him understand that it isn't only about the flowers. "And you waited here... I'm sorry that I'm late."

"I've barely waited five minutes. As long as you're here now, and that you didn't get any problem, that's perfect."

She can glimpse the shade of worry in his eyes. She knows too well how many dreadful scenarios can appear in five minutes, and since she is always early, he must have pictured the worst.

"I didn't, don't worry. There was some traffic after work, and I wanted to get dressed nicely..." She smiles shyly, glancing down at the outfit he has been eyeing since she has arrived, and he still is before his gaze meets her under lifted eyebrows.

"You worked this morning?"

"Yeah, you know that I want to keep working, at least while I can..." She sighs, and she doesn't need to explain more, as he already knows her reasons: she wants to keep some independence as long as she can and gain a little money to buy nice things like the lingerie she is wearing under her outfit. 

There is also a third reason: him, just to catch glimpses of him here and there when he is at work, yet she hasn't told him this. They are talking more and more these days, but she still has trouble expressing what he makes her feel.

"I know." The piercing intensity in his eyes makes her heart jump as she wonders if he can know more than she tells. "But they could have given you a day off today."

"It's just my birthday..." She shakes her head, though she doesn't try to argue.

She remembers too well his gasp when she has absent-mindedly mentioned it yesterday. He has been shocked that she hasn't told him, while for her, it is just another day.

"Yes, and that's the reason to treat you all day." He grins, and she doesn't fight because his arguments sound promising. "Until when do we have?"

"The party starts around 7, so we practically have all day."

The party, the other thing that makes this day extraordinary. Like every year, all her family and friends will be there, and this year, there will also be Fergus. Her excitement is already dropping in the pit of her stomach at the thought, yet she doesn't let it bring her down.

After all, today is her day, and she already has all day with Nathaniel. That's what he has asked when she has apologized for not inviting him to her birthday party. It isn't that she doesn't dream for him to be there, but it would be madness, and they have already taken enough risks recently.

However, Nathaniel seems to be already pleased to have all day, his grin widening with her answer. "That's perfect. Now, shall we go?"

"Yes! Because I really want to get my birthday kiss..." She smiles as widely as him, risking a glance from under her lashes to his tenebrous gaze, which is only making it harder to not jump on his lips as he leans closer, dangerously closer.

"Glad I'm not the only one struggling... because I'm one second away to take you in my arms."

"We can't... There were people here just a week ago..." she says, as much for herself as for him.

"Then let's go." He grabs her hand anyway, and she doesn't protest that it might already be too much as he leads her away, away from the tall sequoia and their safe place.

"Where are we going?" 

He isn't surprised to find her confused frown as she glances between the shiny car in front of them and the peak of the sequoia farther behind before coming back to him.

"It's a surprise." His lips stay sealed in a smirk to not reveal too much under her piercing lawyer gaze – he can't use this expression anymore, yet there is no other way to describe the intensity with which her eyes can dig the truth. "I swear this is safe. I've planned everything. There will be no one where we're going," he adds because her big eyes need strong arguments.

"Wouldn't it be safer to go in separate cars?" She lifts an eyebrow, although the sparkle in her eyes makes it look more playful than worried.

"No, because it would take too long in a wheeling car, and you can't see where we're going since it's a surprise." He opens the car door for her like a gentleman, at least until he's tugging at her hand still intertwined with his and bringing her flush against his chest. "Besides, I want to keep you close."

"If I'm with a pro..." She pulls her lips to the side, while her smile is already illuminating the rest of her features... the sparkle in her eyes, the glow on her cheeks... "And as long as there's no tornado announced..." Finally, her lips are breaking into a grin, and it lights up all his nerve-endings along with the memories as she steps into the car.

"The only tornado today is you..." He shakes his head, blown away just by her smile, and the day is just starting. "My tornado..."

He's ready to soar literally and figuratively as he rushes to the other side of the car to get to the driver's seat and finally offer her a birthday kiss.

"Hey! What are you doing, birthday girl?" Nathaniel's voice brings Anastasia's attention back to him, or maybe it is the goosebumps he creates on her bare thigh with his wandering fingers?

"Nothing." She offers him an innocent smile. He has said she is his angel after all.

Yet he isn't fooled, cocking an eyebrow and trailing his devilish fingers higher under her dress as he notes, impassive, "I saw you."

Just the hint of a smirk on his plump lips and his hand roaming up and down her thigh are crumbling all the lawyer composures she could have left, and before she knows it, she is confessing with a nod at the infinite of clear azure in front of them.

"There is nowhere to look at."

"Look at me then." He leans closer as if he needed this to catch her attention.

"If I look too much, I wanna touch, and I don't want to distract the pilot." She proves her point, leaning closer and kissing the corner of his lips, which are slowly moving up. 

"I think I'm gonna put the automatic pilot..." His hot breath caresses her lips, and the tickles of curiosity are replaced by something more electric inside her core.

But a beeping sound that she remembers too well freezes them before their lips can even meet, and her heart goes in a whirlwind of fast beats like the last time she has heard this warning sound. 

It isn't that she has a bad memory of that day; the hot experience they have shared as 'friends' is still haunting her lonely nights. Yet it could have turned badly, and not only because they have broken the law.

"It's just a few clouds of fog, don't worry." Once again, Nathaniel reassures her with his soothing voice, and she wonders if he can read her thoughts.

He is already maneuvering perfectly the flying engine, and she lets out the breath that she hasn't noticed she has been holding as she watches him holding tightly the steering wheel and narrowing his eyes to the sky in front, exactly like all the times they have been in this car. Though today, his features are relaxed and a smile is hinting on his lips as he is leading her somewhere only he knows.

The excitation is bubbling in her stomach the more she stares at him. She isn't used to surprises. She likes to always know what is coming, yet these days, she is more and more in the dark, and today is probably the only unknown she is sure she will like. 

As long as it is with Nathaniel, it's perfect, even if it doesn't stop her from peeking over the window as he is still focused on the road.

"Hey, you're incorrigible..."

She has barely leaned closer to the window that a hand on her thigh brings her back to him in a jump.

"We're almost there. I don't want you to see."

"Okay, I won't look. I promise."

Although the shine in his dark eyes is only arising more her curiosity.

"Why I don't believe you?" He chuckles, shaking his head.

Maybe because he sees right through her with his penetrating gaze.

"I should have blindfolded you– Wait, maybe I can!" His smile widens, while hers falls down completely when he starts to search around the confined space, his gaze as focused as if he was on a mission, and she prays he won't find anything, even if she knows her hero better.

"What?! No, I–" She stops with a loud gasp when he tears off one sleeve of his shirt, and it turns into a breathless laugh as the piece of fabric is bunched in his hands. "You're not serious?"

Despite that sparkle in his eyes, he looks incredibly serious, and she is now regretting that the beeping sound isn't ringing anymore because all his attention is on her now.

"I am." He leans closer, though his gaze is still seeking hers as he lifts up his hand, the smooth fabric grazing her forehead. "This way it's gonna be a real surprise. You trust me?"

"Of course." The words are out naturally, and she surrenders to his touch as easily.

However, the moment her eyes are covered, it's like a switch turns on in the compartment around. She doesn't see anything, but she feels the electric air tingling her skin and her heart is instantly thudding louder. Maybe it is just that she is more aware of the touch of his fingers knotting the fabric near the back of her head, of his hot breath brushing the shell of her ear, and of the attraction drawing her closer to his strong presence.

"There's only a few minutes left." He leaves a soft kiss on her cheek before she senses his body leaning away from hers, and she is left with the emptiness of wanting more and too much room for questions to form in her mind.

"At least give me a hint?"

"It's a place that's made me think of you since the first time I saw you..."

All her questions vanish with his enigmatic answer. There is only her racing heart that his words are stirring, and it even jumps when he finds his way back under her dress, resting his hand right at the hem of her underwear. She tenses and relaxes at the same time, all her senses focused there. 

With Nathaniel, she doesn't mind being in the dark. She trusts him, and the journey is thrilling when he is leading her.

He keeps his hand on her thigh for the rest of the drive, even when he starts maneuvering, and although she doesn't feel the intensity of his burning gaze on her anymore, the steady little taps of his fingers from time to time are catching all her attention, sending more tingles to the place so close.

She is so focused on the vibration his fingers are creating in her nerve-endings that she doesn't even notice the vehicle's humming has stopped, and she is startled once more when he announces,

"We're here... Just give me two minutes. I need to install a few things." He kisses her on the cheek again, though this time, it's numerous butterfly kisses from the corner of her lips to her ear. "Don't move."

His words and their raspy echo on her skin bring back the electric steam of their first encounter, and even more as he adds in a sensual drawl, "Be good and don't remove the blindfold."

Apparently satisfied by the shallow intake of air she sucks through her lips but that doesn't reach her lungs, he leaves one last kiss under her ear and pulls away before the sound of the door lets her know she is left alone.

Yet the idea of peeking out doesn't even cross her mind. She is too busy trying to regulate her heart rate, and she doesn't see the time ticking, literally and figuratively. 

Besides, even if her heart slightly slows down, her mind is still racing with the mystery of where he is taking her, more exactly, what is this place that makes him think of her? She is serious, hard-working, and stubborn, and he calls her 'his angel' and 'tornado'. So what place could embody this? She is really eager to find out because it will also represent how he sees her.

Her heart jumps with all these possibilities as the door opens again, the warm air of outside immediately engulfing her, the same way as Nathaniel's presence.

"Have you been good, birthday girl?" His tone sounds even more breathless than she is, and it makes her stomach flip with curiosity and excitation.

"Always." She turns to get out of the car, yet he stops her again.

"No, don't move."

Her eyebrows are already furrowing, as if it would help her see better, when he grabs delicately her foot, and any tension in her body is melting away as she feels his fingers untying the strap of the heels she has carefully chosen for today. His touch is warm on her feet, and his fingers grazing their soles are tickling her laugh, which only grows louder when his arms wrap behind her waist and her legs to hold her.

"You know I can walk?" she asks, snuggling closer to his chest.

"It's more fun this way," he murmurs on the top of her head, and she could stay like this forever, let him take her wherever he wants, lulled by the loud beats of his heart under her ear.

Yet her peacefulness is interrupted by a faint noise that her heightened senses catch instantly. It isn't the quiet crunch of his feet on the ground because they don't make a sound anymore. It is a soft murmur that is unmistakable. 

Her heart leaps, trying to get out of her ribcage to see it, and she straightens with the same jolt, almost slipping from Nathaniel's arms, but she knows he would never let her fall.

"No? It's not possible?!"

He doesn't reply, although she doesn't need her eyesight to know the grin stretching his lips. He softly puts her down, and the warm smoothness her feet are sinking in leaves her no doubt. Her senses are getting overwhelmed with all these details, grasping that it's real, while it just feels like a dream. 

She wants to run forwards, even if her eyes are still covered, but her body is also yearning to stay cuddled in Nathaniel's strong arms.

"Joyeux anniversaire, my angel," he whispers near her ear, finally removing the blindfold, and she has to blink a few times before her eyes are finally used to the bright light, and her breath gets caught by the sight in front of her. 

She has guessed it, yet she hasn't expected a blue this crystalline, contrasting with the soft white under her feet, neither she has imagined the blanket sheltered under a few palm trees and covered with small candles forming the number 23, the same cushions as in the treehouse, her bouquet of flowers, and some bags where she is sure there is everything they need to stay for the day, or maybe even forever.

"A paradise beach..." she breathes out, her eyes leaving the dazzling sea where the sun is reflecting in a million minuscule crystal gems to find a sight even more breath-taking: Nathaniel's tenebrous gaze shining at her.

She doesn't even hesitate, jumping at his neck and kissing him with a passion that she could never form into words. The kiss is so intense that it takes his breath away instantly, the caresses of her lips rushing sparks in his veins, and the meaning behind it propelling the loud bangs of his heart.

Yet as soon as their lips part, he has to ask, "Do you like it?"

She widens her shining eyes as if he was crazy, and for her, he is. "I love it! I mean... Have you looked at this?" She glances around, but still staying close to him with an arm around his neck.

No, he hasn't. His eyes have been glued to her since the moment he's removed her blindfold and even before. He can see plenty of beautiful places like this, but there is only one Anastasia, and he won't have her close for long.

"This is the best gift ever!" She turns back to him with a grin more luminous than the bright sun above.

He hasn't been wrong; this place fits her perfectly, highlighting the golden reflections in her hair and in her eyes, adding color to her cheeks, and shining on every form and line of her silhouette. Yet nothing can compare to her beauty.

"Um, it's–"

"Don't say it's not much because it is." She stops him, putting a finger on his lips, and he chuckles, his chest warming at the way she's starting to know him so well.

Though his laugh dies out when her finger traces the outlines of his smile, and the warmth travels lower.

"So... we're here all day?" She nibbles her own lips, and the sparkle in her doe eyes lets him guess she knows the effect she has on him.

"Yes, all day." He makes sure to pronounce each syllable thoroughly to tickle her index finger, even if he's the one left breathless once more when she grins widely.

"So we can go swimming?"

"Of course, we can do everything you want today."

This is the only freedom he can offer her, and he wishes he could let her decide every day.

"I've brought you a swimsuit," he adds, recognizing the crease of her eyebrows as she glances down at her outfit, and he pulls away to go grab the bags on the blanket.

Yet he's slowed down when she swiftly takes off the blue dress, exactly like he's been wishing to. The flimsy printed fabric falling perfectly on her forms and following all her movements to let glimpse more or less of her white skin has tempted him since she's arrived. Actually, it's what's under that has attracted him, and now, he sees it clearly, her lacy white lingerie not hiding much.

"I thought we could... but in case you don't want to... without..." He loses his words, and even his train of thoughts, as his gaze roams all along her silhouette.

"You're sure there's no one?"

He nods, unable to find his voice as he doesn't even dare to consider she's thinking the same idea as he is. However, she offers him a blatant answer, unclasping her bra and letting it slide down her arms.

She is getting bolder and bolder, and he doesn't know if it's a good thing or not. But right now, he's in heaven with his devious angel, her perky breasts looking even more luscious and tantalizing under the sunlight, and her fingers already hooking under her panties to make them glide down slowly.

He realizes his heart might have given out when she's fully naked, although he's too numb and wrapped in her angelic daze to check if it's still beating. All he can feel pulsing is the heated desire in his veins, and also something else even hotter and more powerful: a fire, her fire.

She throws her lingerie on the blanket, right in front of him, and he's reminded that he's still fully clothed by the fabrics clinging to his scorching skin and suffocating him, particularly near his tight pants.

"You're coming?" she asks softly, yet the look she sends him under her lifted eyebrow is far from innocent.

It pulls him to his feet in less than a second as she starts to walk to the water, and he almost tears off his clothes, his gaze not leaving her silhouette and his movements rushing clumsily as the view from behind is making it harder, literally and figuratively.

Anastasia is fighting to not glance behind at the sound of ruffling fabrics, and instead of letting her mind wander, she focuses on the sight in front of her. 

She can't believe she is standing here, on a paradise beach, and naked. She would have never imagined that this is how she would spend her 23rd birthday. It feels surreal, but in a nice, giddying kind of way, like every time she is with Nathaniel. It must resemble craziness.

Her smile grows wider as the water tickles her toes. It is colder than she has expected, especially when she walks farther, the water reaching her knees and creating a trail of goosebumps all over her burning skin.

"So you're coming?" Nathaniel rasps behind her ear, and shivers run on her skin again, this time, in the other way: from her ear to her toes.

She hasn't heard him coming, arriving, because she has been lost in her thoughts and sensations, and he has been quiet. But her nerve-endings are stirred with the contact of his velvety skin, and now, all her senses are drawn towards his body on her back, his very naked body. 

More shudders are rushing down her spine at the erotic image, and she hasn't even taken a glimpse when he is already diving into the water. Though with the crystalline transparency, she can see everything perfectly, and the calm ripples make his body even more mesmerizing.

She could stare at him forever, and when he holds out his hand in front of her, she doesn't even dare to look up at his face, where she guesses the cocky smirk forming there.

Yet he doesn't comment, as it's her day today, and he stays gentle, guiding her farther into the water and making her burn more and more under his delicate attentions. It isn't helping as the contrast with the fresh water is creating more goosebumps on her skin, but she notes that she isn't the only one as the same gooseflesh is beading slowly on his exposed chest, and from the ravenous darkness in his eyes, he is visibly enjoying it, almost eating her alive.

It reminds her of their first encounter in some way. The contrasts in temperature and the sensations in her body are almost the same, even more intense, yet like that day, he stays unhurried and gentle, letting her find her own pace as she takes a deep breath and dives all in. That's the best way to do it, and after another trail of shivers shaking her body, her skin gets used to the freshness.

"Thank you." She smiles as Nathaniel joins her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and she lets the back of her head dip in the water. "It feels so nice..." 

He wants to argue that she doesn't have to thank him for anything and that her smile is his best reward, but her ears are already in the water. So instead, he does the same, experiencing this precious peacefulness and sharing it through their laced fingers. 

The sky is so blue that it's almost dizzying, and the silence of the sea is intensifying this impression as all he hears are the lapping around and the strong beats of his heart. It's easy to lose track of time this way, yet there's one point of reference that remains: Anastasia, and she's the reason he pulls his head out of the water.

Watching that same serenity on her is even better than feeling it as she is floating on the water, her forms peeking out and glistening in the sun, though the most breath-taking are her relaxed features and that content smile. 

There is something almost ethereal about this moment, at least until she moves, sensing his piercing gaze on her, and his angel turns into a mermaid with her wet hair and the drops of water sliding down her lips, neck, and lower before they go back to the sea, and her smile becomes a playful smirk.

"What?" 

"Nothing... It feels so nice indeed..."

"What? Being here, or being here naked?" She lifts an eyebrow, catching his roaming gaze.

"Being here, naked, with you." He leans closer, kissing the pink shades blossoming on her cheeks.

"You said we would swim..." Her breathless tone is a contrast with her sparkling eyes, and all together, it takes his own breath away.

"Anything you want..." He brushes her lips with his. "Though I have plenty of other ideas..."

"How about you tell me your ideas if you arrive first level with the palm tree there?" She points behind, and he has barely the time to turn his head that she already slips out of his hold, slightly splashing him in the process.

"Hey! That's not fair!" He chuckles, quickly following her. Yet it isn't as easy as it seems, since she's sliding in the water like a mermaid, and he has something slowing him down there.

He catches up with her in almost no time though, and as she watches his strong back moving in the water, she realizes how out-of-breath she is. The competitive rush of adrenaline that has put her members into motion as fast as they can is turning into another surge in her veins, and maybe, just maybe, she slows down a little while she is hypnotized by this godly view. The water is gliding on his satiny skin, the muscles under tensing and stretching to propel him forward, and the victory suddenly appears less important.

She knows she will enjoy his ideas anyway when he offers her his famous triumphant grin, although he has already conquered her.

"I've won."

"So tell me..." She finally stops in front of him, surprised to not find the ground under her feet, and she has to stand on her tiptoes because the water is deeper here. However, his arms wrap immediately around her waist, never wanting to let her sink, or even let her go.

He answers her question with his lips, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss that catches the last shreds of her breath but still feels like breathing at the same time, and she eagerly deepens it, running her tongue over his smooth lips, and tasting the salt that sublimates his own unique savor as she slips into his mouth.

When they pull away, she is dazed, barely remembering where they are and how naked she is. Yet Nathaniel quickly reminds her, his large hands groping her body and turning her around.

Pressed against his firm chest, she becomes aware of every inch of her bare skin burning against his, and especially with the hardness poking near her lower back. When he urges a knee between her legs, it's all her nerve-endings that awaken in a stir of electric desire.

"I think we've talked about coming in the water?" His husky voice echoes in a shiver until her core, and soon, his fingers follow there, finding nothing in the way.

She can't help the moan escaping her lips when he drags his fingers along her folds, where she only notices now how wet she is. Of course, in the water, there is wetness, but this is another kind of moistness: warm desire pooling down there, and the fresh water around is making it even better. 

The sensations are the same yet different, the water flowing around is heightening her sensations, and with barely a few touches, she is already panting.

"Do you like this idea, birthday girl?" He presses his question literally, stopping his finger on her most sensitive nerves, and she has to close her eyes for a second, searching for the last bit of her sanity to answer, even though he knows better than her what she wants, seeing the way he teases her body.

"Yes," she gasps when she re-opens her eyes.

In a few seconds, he has moved. Now, she is turned in front of the infinite of the ocean, and most importantly, there is less water covering them; it's barely a few inches of difference, but she feels it acutely as goosebumps are erupting on her exposed chest. 

When she arches her back, the faint movement makes once again a huge difference, and with the water reaching just below her stiff peaks, the lightest wave is tickling them, creating more shivers on her skin.

Nathaniel sees it instantly, leaning his chin closer on her shoulder and trailing his fingers to follow the beads of water and goosebumps on her chest. His touch is as soft as the light ripples, yet so much hotter and more electrifying, and she can't comprehend the paths he is tracing with his fingers. All she knows is that they're too close to her hammering heart, and she needs them to reach her most sensitive points before she drowns in this thirst.

The pressure is already weighing on her lungs as she watches his index finger pursuing a particular drop of water running down in the direction of her left breast, her chest rising and falling more and more making it glide faster. When it arrives on the rosy skin, she doesn't know which one of them is the more out of breath, but there is no doubt: it's her, as he grabs both of her breasts in his hands, kneading them with no mercy.

Once again, his touch goes from teasing and languorous to dizzying and rough, and she has to hold to the back of his neck as her head is spinning, and the shivers are turning into an unbearable throbbing where she needs him the most.

Her hips are desperately swaying to seek some relief – or maybe even more flaming desire – with his thigh still pressing between her legs, and as she starts grinding more determinedly against him, she finds more contact with another firm part of him.

"Ana," he groans, his ragged breaths tickling her neck as his own hips are jerking to rub against her lower back.

The water that has been so calm is now waving and dashing under their wild movements, as if it was imitating the desire bubbling inside them, magnifying it. Every splash reaching their burning skins is making them shudder more, and when she sneaks her hand down to wrap around his hard member, the smooth waves are making it even more velvety.

"Oh fuck! Ana..." He grasps her breasts harder, earning a loud moan that echoes his in the silence of lapping and shallow breaths of this paradise island.

"You know you don't have to... Today is just about you..." Between the open-mouthed kisses along the hollow of her neck and his shaky exhales, she can feel he is holding himself from moving, all his muscles tensing against her skin, and the twitch of his hardness under her palm is almost begging her for the contrary of his words.

"I just wanna make you feel good." He trails one of his hands down to her throbbing center, sparking a rush of fire that follows the same path.

"We can feel good together." Her words are just breathless moans, and she even has trouble forming them, but she decides to prove her arguments, wrapping her hand tighter around his erected member and brushing her thumb on his tip. "Today is about... us."

'Us', it seems to trigger something inside him, maybe letting out the flames, because he doesn't hold back anymore. He doesn't hold back his hips; he doesn't hold back his fingers.

The pleasure is building at the same intent speed as his movements. It's like diving deep into the water, the pressure crushing on every part of her, yet in a powerful tingling, and the only word resonating in the depth is 'us'.

She is already about to be swallowed whole by this strong wave of ecstasy, but she slows down her hips in a hopeless attempt to delay it and ride it together with him, while his fingers only grow more determined, turning the wave into a tsunami.

"Nathaniel..." She tries to take deep breaths, savoring the overwhelming sensations.

She wants to imprint this moment and each detail in her memory, keep this bliss forever: Nathaniel's breaths and kisses on her wet skin, his hand just above her heart, as if making sure he is setting his unique erratic rhythm in sync with his, their hips swaying languorously to create more friction than their bold fingers are already, and the water heightening all these sensations, while she is staring at the infinite of blue in front of her. It's all adding to the tremendous wave of her orgasm.

When his thrusts are becoming messier, and the feeling under her hand leaves no doubt that he is close, she finally lets her orgasm take over fully – she doesn't really have a choice anyway. It comes like a tsunami, engulfing all these details she has carefully taken in to turn them into a blur of deep blue pleasure.

She doesn't know if she is floating or drowning in this tidal wave of pleasure. It feels like both: the impression of weighing nothing and the tingling deep in her bones that turns electric with the water around. Though maybe what makes it so special is just Nathaniel and sharing this out-of-this-world experience with him as he buries his face into her neck and a warm liquid hits her lower back.

It is bliss, and they stay in this bubble as they try to catch their breaths, relishing the euphoria lingering in their veins, heavy and light at the same time, like their tingling limbs. She even wonders how Nathaniel keeps standing, but without her strong hero holding her tightly, she would be sinking in the water.

It takes her a few minutes to just turn to him, and it's only the need for his soft lips driving her as she kisses him gently, adding the missing piece to their apogee.

"I really like your ideas." 

"And there are more to come... We have all day, my angel." He seals his promise with a kiss.

Remember that Nate always keeps his promises... 😏 If you're excited for next chapter, don't forget to vote ⭐ and comment!! 😉

In the meantime, what do you think of this birthday's surprise? Did you expect this? I want a Nate for my birthday!!!! 😍😝

They're so cute and hot, their little moments are my favorite! 😍 From the nicknames 'my tornado', 'my angel', to their little competition, and of course... skinny dipping! 😳 Did you expect this from these two goodies-two-shoes? 😉 They might have scared a few fishes, but I must admit it was hot 🔥 I'm not sure I would do something as wild, personally!

Anyway, I'll stop talking! It's just that I'm so passionate about this story, and I love talking with you, hearing all your comments and feedbacks are the best gift for me 🥰❤

PS: For the French lesson of the day, you might have guessed, Bon anniversaire= Happy Birthday and Tu es éblouissant= you're dazzling 🤓