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I found her sensitive nub and swirled two fingers across it.
“Fffuck,” she moaned.
“Mmm,” I hummed against her tits, making her cry out more. I loved how easily she reacted to me, like she was waiting for this moment long before we reached the pool.
I hurried the circles, building the pressure, and her head fell back, resting on the pool’s edge, wet hair falling over her back, her shoulders, as her chest arched for me.
“That’s my girl,” I said, coming up from her tits, and then I took a breath and brought myself underwater.
Her body stilled for a moment before my tongue found her clit. I held on to her thighs and darted my tongue against her sensitive spot, tasting the best combination of salt and her. My cock was hard, straining against my boxers I’d neglected to take off. The ache drove me on, sliding fingers inside her in time to feel her walls tightening.
My lungs ached for air but not as much as I ached for her.
Her fingers gripped my hair and pulled me up above the water. I opened my eyes to see her frenzied look before she drew me to her lips, kissing me with a passion I’d never felt before. This wasn’t simple desire—it was aneed—as much for her as it was for me.
She broke apart from my lips and said the sexiest line I’d ever heard: “If I’m coming, it’s going to be on your cock.”
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I’d never beenthis woman—the one who had sex in public or swam naked or let my need for a man take over my previously logical thoughts.
But I’d never been with Knox before either.
He drew it all out of me—the emotions, the excitement, theneed.
I needed him like a wilting flower thirsted for water. I was surviving before, but now I knew what it felt like to be inbloom.
He caught my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. “I don’t have a condom with me.”
“I’m on the pill,” I said, not sure I could hold back even if I wasn’t. “Are you clean?”
“I’m clean,” he confirmed.
“I need you,” I gasped, my voice desperate in a way I never thought I could be for a man.
He kissed my lips, long and tantalizingly slow. “I’m not holding back,” he said.
I nodded, understanding what he meant. Because even though we’d only known each other a short while, I could feel myself starting to let go and give in to him. No matter how much I wanted to fight it. No matter how irresponsible it seemed or how soon it was after the divorce. It wasn’t logical. It was a sense deep inside that Knox was special, different than anyone I knew.
He hooked one of my legs over his arm and guided his cock to my entrance. His tip was hard, full, stretching against my opening.
“Knox,” I cried, already on the verge of tears from the emotional overwhelm.
“I know, baby,” he whispered, easing in, inch by inch, until I was full.
Full of his cock.
Full of love.
Full of emotions.
Full ofhim.
Overwhelmed by it all, I ground my hips against him as tears slid down my cheeks, desperate for more, to ease the ache building within me.
“God, that’s it,” he said, voice tight, like it took all of him not to be rough with me, to let me guide the pace.