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Everypulse.

“Can I—” he gasped for breath as I clenched around him, “—canyougo a littlehigher?”

I pressed up on my elbows, rising out of the water until my breasts were in his face.“Likethis?”

He closed his eyes, groaning.“God, yes.”Then, without any flare he took my left nipple into his mouth, bathing suit included.He swirled his tongue several times until he felt my body contract around him, then leaned back just enough to use his nose to nudge my top free on the right side, exposing my other nipple.“Just keep talking to me, okay?Let me know when you’ve hadenough.”

I’d rather lose feeling in my arms than ever have enough of this.Feeling good—being made to feel good—by Colt waseverything.

This time he was slower, gentler with me.He nuzzled my nipple before flicking it with his tongue, then gently tugged with his teeth, all while finally beginning to thrust up and inside me.Each fresh invasion took me higher until I felt every bit as wild as I had when I burst out of thewater.

“Yes,” I gasped.“Canyougohigher?”

He smiled around my nipple.“Like this?”Hethrusthard.

The water splashed aroundus.“Yes.”

“I can, but if you want more, I really need you to lay back alittle.”

So that’s exactly what I did, giving Colt my body to do with as he pleased...for now.On land I’d get my turn.He stepped back, holding my hips in his hands, and began to pump harder, faster, while I pressed back, meeting each thrust until a spectacular orgasm hit me hard and fast, taking Colt with me into the oblivion of not giving a single fuck about what tomorrow mightbring.

“Do you like red grapes?”Colt held up abunch.

“Are they nice andsweet?”

He popped one in his mouth.“Oh yeah.”His dimple popped as hesmiled.

“Thenyes.”

He handed me the bunch and finished unpacking the bag the resort made for our picnic lunch.After our swim we walked back to the falls for the bag, laid out the blanket, and began soaking up the sun as wedried.

All in all, it was a pretty magical daysofar.

“Was it even aquestion?”

“Was what a question?”I asked as Irolledover.

“Thegrapes.”

I shrugged.“I have sensitive taste buds.A lot of fruit is either too tart or too sweet for me to enjoy.My mouth gets all crazy and all of a sudden I’m like that.”I waved at the waterfall, swallowing as my mouth filled with saliva just from thethought.

“Interesting.”

“I take it you lovefruit.”

He tossed the bag into the grass and joined me on his stomach.“Yep.I used to get in trouble for eating too much in thefields.”

Oh, that’s right.Cowboy was probably raised on a farm or a ranch or something.“Why would you get introuble?”

“Well for one, because half the time I picked the best ones and our...” his voice faded away.He cleared his throat, glancing away.“Let’s just say it ruined a dinner or two when I ate the mainingredients.”

It was so interesting that I wanted to know why he stopped midsentence.That I cared about that little piece of information he decided to withhold.I shouldn’t care.It shouldn’t matter.And yet, I felt this tug to know more.I brushed his hair back and gave it a playful tug.“Andfortwo?”

“Two?”

“You said, ‘Well for one’ so I assumed there was a second reason you got in trouble for eating in thefields.”

He blushed.“Oh yeah.The other reason was because sometimes I wouldn’t eat mydinner.”