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April smiles at me. “She is.”

“And she still runs her dance school?” I ask.

April's smile begins to fade, and she sits up, clasping her knees to her chest. “Yes. Although she is being stubborn. She needs to have a hip replacement. Has been on the waiting list forever. Last time I saw her, she was using a stick to get around. She tried to hide her pain, but?—”

April huffs, before turning her head to look at me, resting her cheek on her knees.

I go to open my mouth but stop. It’s clear how much April loves her foster mum, but I’m also learning pride is a large part of her make-up, that and standing on her own two feet rather than accepting help from anyone. Instead, I change the subject.

“What about your birth parents?”

April flips over, resting her chin on her hands on my chest.

“According to what I’ve been told, my mum was young when she had me. I lived with her when I was little. Then, when I was three, I guess it got too much. I moved to foster care when she could no longer look after me.”

“Have you seen her since?”

April shakes her head, and my heart gives a lurch. “I have some memories. But I’m not sure if they’re dreams of a little girl or whether they were real. Whatever they were… I haven’t seen or heard from her in a long time. I don’t know where she is, or what she’s doing.”

I pick up on the loneliness in her tone and pull her tighter against me. April drops her mouth to my chest, kissing her way to my nipple before she takes it between her lips and rolls it between her teeth and tongue. I bite down to suppress the moan that wants to escape. Her hands move, beginning their own exploration. Her fingers trailing up and down myhardening cock. I know she’s distracting me, and that’s her choice.

I moan as her hand encases me, and I feel her smile as she follows her hand down with her mouth. Drawing me deep into her mouth, her tongue teases the underside of my swollen cock. I writhe beneath her, her hands massaging my balls, her mouth, tongue, and teeth tormenting me. Before she takes me over the edge, I scoop her up and run for the pool.

April squeals, her laughter filling the air as I jump into the water, submerging us both. We surface laughing, and April swims towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I manoeuvre us backwards until she’s pressed up against the side.

“You have a naughty mouth, little dancer,” I say, sucking down on her neck where I know she likes it. Her legs wrap around my waist, pressing her centre against my cock. I shift my hips so I rub against her, eliciting another moan of delight.

“You’ve got a greedy pussy, little dancer,” I say, pulling her against me and continuing my leisurely movements before capturing her mouth with mine, devouring her lips.

We stay there, our bodies enjoying the feel of each other. Even in the water, I can feel how hot and ready she is. This is one area in which we’re in sync.

April tilts her hips, and the tip of my cock finds her entrance before I pull back. Rubbing it along her slit. She growls against my mouth.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand.

“You,” she says, lifting herself up once more, hoping to ensnare me.

I tut and pull back.

“Use your words,” I tell her.

“Ahhh,” she squeals in frustration. “Fine,” she moves hermouth to my ear, capturing my lobe in her teeth and biting down. “I want you buried deep inside my weeping pussy. It’s throbbing with need. It aches for your massive cock… does that answer your question?”

It’s my turn to moan and I snake my hands under her ass and lower her onto my throbbing dick, sinking into her depths. When I bottom out, we both freeze, trying to capture our breath.

I cup April’s jaw in my hand, making her look at me. “You drive me wild,” I say, my words making her grin until I tilt my hips as I know she likes, hitting the spot inside her that leaves her quivering.

“The feeling’s mutual,” she pants, as I repeat the action. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders.

I sink us down until only our heads are above water. The pool offers a whole new dimension. The water feels pleasant, as the sun has been warming it all week.

I pull away and stare into April’s eyes before thrusting into her. They flutter closed, her face caught up in the moment.

“Eyes on me,” I say, watching as they reopen, her pupils dilated as they clash with mine.

April bites her lip as I begin a steady rhythm, my hands supporting her thighs, feeling her dancer’s muscles contracting beneath them.

Her eyes remain locked on mine, her pupils darkening as her body begins its climb towards the abyss.