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“Jesus Christ.” His hands vanished from my body, fumbling against my lower back as he ripped his zipper down and unbuttoned his sodden jeans.
He choked with lust as he shoved them down as far as he could and wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me up his body. “I’m sorry.” He moaned as if he still believed he wasn’t worthy of touching me, as if he was infectious and dirty and so many awful things.
And then, he speared up.
His cock slipped between my legs and sank deep inside me. In one thrust, he impaled himself to the hilt, and I flopped backward, boneless and taken, splayed out over his chest with my hands locking around the lips of the bath.
I had no words. No thoughts. I was just sensation. Stretched and claimed and wide open for his pleasure.
He groaned low and deep as he rocked up and his hands went back to their chosen locations, one on my breast and the other between my legs, right where we were joined.
He didn’t speak as he thrust up again, hitting parts of me he hadn’t hit before.
I shuddered with desire, already climbing the mountain to come again.
No one fit me like he did.
No one made me comfortable enough to tip my head back and moan at the moon.
No one understood what I needed as he increased his pace, stabbing into me with quick, vicious thrusts, making water splash and sizzle in the fire, his hands grabbing, rubbing, fisting every inch of my exposed skin.
“God, Kas.” I cried out as he pinched my clit, sending me spiraling.
His teeth sank into my neck as he fucked me hard and fast. His breath puffed hot on my damp flesh, his scruff got tangled in my hair as we writhed together.
We gave up all concepts of being people and just let nature guide us.
We took and gave. We rode and rocked.
Up, up, up.
Gasping, groaning, thrusting, fucking.
We climbed fast and high together.
We gasped and grunted and when I didn’t think I could take another moment, he wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug from behind as his hips shot up and his cock unloaded inside me.
“Holy...fucking...hell.” He jerked and spurted, losing himself to his release but still too well trained by his past to let me go unsatisfied.
Even as his body purged into me, delivering streams of his desire, his fingers found my clit and electrified me.
His touch was enough.
A single press and rub.
And I followed him, clenching his cock, milking the final dregs of his orgasm, ensuring we both couldn’t breathe as we went tight with the last waves of pleasure before collapsing together into the remaining shallow water.