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She would have straddled me and made quick work of it, but I sense her intentions and flip her over, trapping her body under mine. I sink my teeth into her breast. Her hips jerk, her hands clamp onto mine, and she grinds her pussy against my crotch in frantic, furious demand.
My vision glazes with red as the fierce flame of need tears through my system. I fill my mouth with her perky breasts evenas I shove my hand into the space between our bodies, driving my fingers into her wet pussy and fingering her brutally until she shoots over the edge.
She explodes all over my fingers, her body squirming, straining, then rearing up for another leap. Her nails dig into my back, her hips rolling until I’m as wild as she is.
We roll, struggling for more in a slippery, mindless battle that has thrill ramming into thrill. Her mouth is fevered and ravenous, her hands greedy and swift.
With her breath sobbing, she takes my erect prick and inserts it inside her with one hard thrust of her hips, and she begins to ride me like a wild horse.
Fast and hot, she rides me with a ruthless energy that turns her own body into a machine fueled by greed. For speed, for passion. For more.
When she feels my fingers grab her hips, she throws her head back and flies off the end of the world.
It’s electrifying and intoxicating, and it lingers, but then it goes deeper. It gets raw. In the water, the world around us fades from sight and sensation and desire as we feel together. The cool water caresses my skin and the warmth and softness of Rachel’s skin. Sometimes, it’s just each touch igniting the sparks and shooting all the way through me. I can’t help but pull her closer and lose myself in the moment.
With the adrenaline rush from our earlier encounter heightened by our bodies entwining, its urgency is amplified, and the intimacy of this secluded pool enhances every sensation. We’re the only two people in the world, separated from everything else. The waves hit the shore softly, a soft rhythm to all this chaos of our emotions.
We float together, the lines between us dissolving, until there is no more than this—heat, water, and this connection that pulses between us. We explore the depths of our desires, oneto the other. We drown in each other, and it feels like we let everything we have been holding back finally out.
Our mouths meet again. This time, it’s different. Every touch, every taste, every need comes with a sense of belonging. I feel the blood rush back to my dick, and I grab her butt, anchoring her in place as I slide my dick inside her wet pussy.
The first time was frenzied, but this time around, I fuck her with a slow passion that can only be borne out of love.
She holds me tight and matches me beat for beat.
The emotions overtake me, sensations drown me, and all I can see at that moment is Rachel—her dark eyes, her sleek hair, her strong mouth. As I make love to her, I feel her tremble, hear her breath shudder and catch, and then her eyes become beautiful and opaque as she comes.
Her eyes lock with mine, no words spoken as she shifts.
When she straddles me, she takes me in slowly, slowly, deeply, deeply, to spin out that pleasure, and she watches it conquer me even as it overwhelms her.
Her eyes look into mine, and I can see pleasure in them, as well as power, knowledge, and everything that makes a woman compelling, dangerous, and irresistible.
She moans, a woman embracing her own power, taking her own triumph. And she never stops moving and never stops her slow, steady beat.
I have to grip her hips and hold on to her to stop myself from snatching that control and taking my release when she shakes her hair back and smiles down at me.
No words, still no words.
Watching me, her breath coming in quick little sighs, she runs her hands up her body, gliding them over her breasts until I can taste them.
She shifts, bowing down to take my mouth with hers. I feel her shudder and hear her quick gasp as she rolls over the next wave.
The sound, just that small sound, snaps my restraint.
“I can’t. I need—”
I spin her onto her back and hike up her hips. Undone, simply undone, I drive my cock into her, half-mad with pleasure when those long legs wrap around me.
This time, the force of the tide sweeps us both under.
I cannot keep track of the world outside this moment. Time slips away, and I forget the passing of time. I realize Rachel’s breath against my skin, the way her body reacts to mine, and the soft sounds of pleasure coming from her lips. It’s a melody I don’t want to end.
At the height of our passion, we create a bubble, and suddenly, there’s a noise that breaks through. My heart plunges to the bottom of the ocean as I hear voices above the water, barely there but unmistakable. Reality crashes back into my mind like a wave against the rocks, and my mind races.
“Did you hear that?” My breath comes ragged from gasping, pulling away slightly. Rachel’s features are a mixture of surprise and concern, her eyes wide.
“Yeah,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. We turn our heads toward the noise, but we can’t hear what is being said. The voices grow louder, and I can’t believe what I’m hearing.