Sarai," he replied in a reassuring voice. "Only about four feet at the deepest spot. The water's slow, and I'll be with you."
"If I drown, I'm coming back to haunt you," she said darkly, but she followed him down to the water. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. They waded into the cool water holding hands, then he let go, falling backward and swimming away from her. Within seconds he had reached the center of the pool, and stood up.
"See, you'll be able to touch out here," he said encouragingly. She nodded, and started toward him. The rocks were slippery and rounded, hard to walk on, and she stumbled. The cold water closed over her head, but before she could panic he was there, pulling her up against his body.
"I've got you," he whispered into her ear. Then he kissed her, running his hands down along her back. She wiggled against him, arms wrapped around his neck. The water gave her a kind of buoyancy that was new and different. For the first time she realized swimming might be fun.
"I like this," she said, pulling her head away from his. She lifted her legs, effortlessly wrapping them around his waist. Despite the cold water, he was hard for her. Her face twisted in amusement. "Does that thing ever get tired?"
"No," Jax said smugly. "Not when you're around."
Pleased with his answer, she wiggled against him, and he groaned.
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he gasped.
"Nope, just reminding you who's in charge," she replied pertly.
"We'll see who's in charge."
With that, he started striding through the water, carrying her with him as she squealed in protest. Then he was setting her up on a large, smooth rock that almost, but not quite, reached the surface of the water. He pinned her there with his body, legs firmly thrust between hers.
"Now you're at my mercy," he said. He kissed her again, taking her mouth savagely until she could hardly breathe. At the same time, he reached down between them, fingering her aching clit as sensation wound its way through her. She wanted him again—she could never have enough of him. Finally, they pulled away from the kiss, gasping for breath.
"Now that I'm at your mercy," she whispered, squirming against his fingers, "What are you going to do with me?"
"This," he replied, voice tight with tension. The smooth, round head of his penis replaced his fingers, then he was pushing into her with aching slowness. Both of his hands wrapped around her waist, and she leaned back as his mouth came down on her breasts. He kissed her, then pulled one nipple into his warm mouth, sucking in time with the slow, steady movements of his hips. It was exquisite.
But it wasn't enough.
She twisted against him, trying to make him move faster. She wanted to feel his entire length come into her hard, filling her until she couldn't breathe any longer.
"All good things come to those who wait," he said piously, lifting his head to smirk at her.
"To hell with that," she replied. "I don't want to wait anymore. I want you now, Jax."
He grinned fiercely at her, then pulled back and thrust into her with a force that made her gasp. He moved quickly, slamming her back against the rock with every stroke. A part of her realized she'd probably be left with bruises, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of him pounding into her body.
Each motion brought her a little closer, and the familiar spiral of sensation started closing around her. She clutched him to her with her arms, and tried to wrap her legs around his waist. But the water made everything slippery and she couldn't keep hold of him. Then the sensations built again, and she no longer cared. She went limp in his arms, allowing him to take her as he chose.
The cold water swirled around them, but she hardly noticed its cool kiss on her skin.
All she could think about was the tension building in her body. It was urgent, compelling.
She had to fix it, to climb over it, to get relief. Otherwise it would crush her.
He angled her
"If I drown, I'm coming back to haunt you," she said darkly, but she followed him down to the water. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. They waded into the cool water holding hands, then he let go, falling backward and swimming away from her. Within seconds he had reached the center of the pool, and stood up.
"See, you'll be able to touch out here," he said encouragingly. She nodded, and started toward him. The rocks were slippery and rounded, hard to walk on, and she stumbled. The cold water closed over her head, but before she could panic he was there, pulling her up against his body.
"I've got you," he whispered into her ear. Then he kissed her, running his hands down along her back. She wiggled against him, arms wrapped around his neck. The water gave her a kind of buoyancy that was new and different. For the first time she realized swimming might be fun.
"I like this," she said, pulling her head away from his. She lifted her legs, effortlessly wrapping them around his waist. Despite the cold water, he was hard for her. Her face twisted in amusement. "Does that thing ever get tired?"
"No," Jax said smugly. "Not when you're around."
Pleased with his answer, she wiggled against him, and he groaned.
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he gasped.
"Nope, just reminding you who's in charge," she replied pertly.
"We'll see who's in charge."
With that, he started striding through the water, carrying her with him as she squealed in protest. Then he was setting her up on a large, smooth rock that almost, but not quite, reached the surface of the water. He pinned her there with his body, legs firmly thrust between hers.
"Now you're at my mercy," he said. He kissed her again, taking her mouth savagely until she could hardly breathe. At the same time, he reached down between them, fingering her aching clit as sensation wound its way through her. She wanted him again—she could never have enough of him. Finally, they pulled away from the kiss, gasping for breath.
"Now that I'm at your mercy," she whispered, squirming against his fingers, "What are you going to do with me?"
"This," he replied, voice tight with tension. The smooth, round head of his penis replaced his fingers, then he was pushing into her with aching slowness. Both of his hands wrapped around her waist, and she leaned back as his mouth came down on her breasts. He kissed her, then pulled one nipple into his warm mouth, sucking in time with the slow, steady movements of his hips. It was exquisite.
But it wasn't enough.
She twisted against him, trying to make him move faster. She wanted to feel his entire length come into her hard, filling her until she couldn't breathe any longer.
"All good things come to those who wait," he said piously, lifting his head to smirk at her.
"To hell with that," she replied. "I don't want to wait anymore. I want you now, Jax."
He grinned fiercely at her, then pulled back and thrust into her with a force that made her gasp. He moved quickly, slamming her back against the rock with every stroke. A part of her realized she'd probably be left with bruises, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of him pounding into her body.
Each motion brought her a little closer, and the familiar spiral of sensation started closing around her. She clutched him to her with her arms, and tried to wrap her legs around his waist. But the water made everything slippery and she couldn't keep hold of him. Then the sensations built again, and she no longer cared. She went limp in his arms, allowing him to take her as he chose.
The cold water swirled around them, but she hardly noticed its cool kiss on her skin.
All she could think about was the tension building in her body. It was urgent, compelling.
She had to fix it, to climb over it, to get relief. Otherwise it would crush her.
He angled her
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