lost that very first night
at the waterfall. He’d been hers ever since, even if neither of them had known
it.
He ran his hand down her arm, dragging
her bra strap with him. Then he did the other arm too. The blue-and-white
fabric was almost translucent from the water. Flicking open the clasp—located
in the front, thank you God—he drank her in. How could she possibly be
even more gorgeous than she’d been in high school? She’d kill him in another
ten years or fifty. The water sluiced her breasts, large breasts that were round
with the prettiest brown nipples. She wasn’t a girl anymore, which was a good
thing because he wanted to do every filthy, loving, wonderful thing he could
think of to her. With her.
Rolling, he took her beneath him,
anchoring her on the rock shelf as he followed the droplets of water with his
mouth. Her heels dug into his back as she held on for all she was worth,
rocking up against him. Her panties teased his dick as he explored her breasts
and ass, drawing naughty patterns with his mouth and fingers that made her
groan and shiver.
“You going to look at me?” Because
he really wanted to watch her eyes as she came.
“You giving me a choice?” She
opened her eyes lazily, stretching her hands over her head, and just like that
he needed to be inside her now . He’d
gone without her for twelve years; another twelve seconds might kill him.
He swam them over to the edge,
breaking all known speed records. As soon as his feet hit bottom, he waded out
with Deelie still wrapped around his waist. Five steps and he had her on the
blanket, building her a nest of towels and himself.
“Look, I have a leash,” she said, tugging
on his dog tags, but the smile on her face said she was just teasing.
Good. She didn’t need to know right
now that she had him so wrapped around her fingers that he’d go wherever, do
whatever she wanted. Or maybe that went both ways because, as if she’d read his
mind, she leaned up on her elbows and shrugged off the wet bra.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he
said, cupping her breasts.
A smile touched her mouth. “Perfectly
bad.”
“We should dry you off.”
“Feel free to make suggestions.”
Her smile turned wicked—and was all the permission he needed.
He eased down her body. And then,
fuck it, the ground was hard and he had a rock digging into his knees, and he
wanted this to be perfect for her. Rolling onto his back, he lifted her up over
his face.
“Jesus, Luke.” She sounded shocked,
which was cute. And gratifying.
“Hold on,” he demanded. Don’t ever let go of me , he thought but
he wasn’t stupid enough to say it out loud. Not yet. Deelie’s hands latched
onto his shoulders. Perfect.
“Luke—”
“This afternoon-swimming thing is
working for me,” he said.
He eased her higher. Perfect.
Her position gave him the sexiest
view of her panties. White and blue, those panties matched her bra. Even
better, their time in the river had made the fabric see-through wet. “I really,
really like your panties.”
He ran a finger down her center.
Up. Then down.
“Oh.” The greedy little sound she
made set him on fire.
“More. Please. ”
“Everything for you.” He touched her
softly, then deeper. Harder. Teased her beneath the edge of her panties before
shoving the soaked fabric to one side. And much, much later as she shrieked and
tightened her thighs around his head—because Deelie wasn’t quiet, and she
didn’t leave him in any doubt about how she felt—he lifted his head for
just one moment and asked, “You sure about this, sweetheart?”
Because
he wasn’t ever letting go of her now .
“Yes,” she demanded, yanking on his
head and wriggling against him in not-so-silent demand. “Yes, please.”
And since she’d asked so nicely and
he hadn’t had his turn twelve years
ago, he did, sending her over the edge, holding her tight as she came.
~*~
Deelie was riding Luke’s face like
she was a cowgirl and he
at the waterfall. He’d been hers ever since, even if neither of them had known
it.
He ran his hand down her arm, dragging
her bra strap with him. Then he did the other arm too. The blue-and-white
fabric was almost translucent from the water. Flicking open the clasp—located
in the front, thank you God—he drank her in. How could she possibly be
even more gorgeous than she’d been in high school? She’d kill him in another
ten years or fifty. The water sluiced her breasts, large breasts that were round
with the prettiest brown nipples. She wasn’t a girl anymore, which was a good
thing because he wanted to do every filthy, loving, wonderful thing he could
think of to her. With her.
Rolling, he took her beneath him,
anchoring her on the rock shelf as he followed the droplets of water with his
mouth. Her heels dug into his back as she held on for all she was worth,
rocking up against him. Her panties teased his dick as he explored her breasts
and ass, drawing naughty patterns with his mouth and fingers that made her
groan and shiver.
“You going to look at me?” Because
he really wanted to watch her eyes as she came.
“You giving me a choice?” She
opened her eyes lazily, stretching her hands over her head, and just like that
he needed to be inside her now . He’d
gone without her for twelve years; another twelve seconds might kill him.
He swam them over to the edge,
breaking all known speed records. As soon as his feet hit bottom, he waded out
with Deelie still wrapped around his waist. Five steps and he had her on the
blanket, building her a nest of towels and himself.
“Look, I have a leash,” she said, tugging
on his dog tags, but the smile on her face said she was just teasing.
Good. She didn’t need to know right
now that she had him so wrapped around her fingers that he’d go wherever, do
whatever she wanted. Or maybe that went both ways because, as if she’d read his
mind, she leaned up on her elbows and shrugged off the wet bra.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he
said, cupping her breasts.
A smile touched her mouth. “Perfectly
bad.”
“We should dry you off.”
“Feel free to make suggestions.”
Her smile turned wicked—and was all the permission he needed.
He eased down her body. And then,
fuck it, the ground was hard and he had a rock digging into his knees, and he
wanted this to be perfect for her. Rolling onto his back, he lifted her up over
his face.
“Jesus, Luke.” She sounded shocked,
which was cute. And gratifying.
“Hold on,” he demanded. Don’t ever let go of me , he thought but
he wasn’t stupid enough to say it out loud. Not yet. Deelie’s hands latched
onto his shoulders. Perfect.
“Luke—”
“This afternoon-swimming thing is
working for me,” he said.
He eased her higher. Perfect.
Her position gave him the sexiest
view of her panties. White and blue, those panties matched her bra. Even
better, their time in the river had made the fabric see-through wet. “I really,
really like your panties.”
He ran a finger down her center.
Up. Then down.
“Oh.” The greedy little sound she
made set him on fire.
“More. Please. ”
“Everything for you.” He touched her
softly, then deeper. Harder. Teased her beneath the edge of her panties before
shoving the soaked fabric to one side. And much, much later as she shrieked and
tightened her thighs around his head—because Deelie wasn’t quiet, and she
didn’t leave him in any doubt about how she felt—he lifted his head for
just one moment and asked, “You sure about this, sweetheart?”
Because
he wasn’t ever letting go of her now .
“Yes,” she demanded, yanking on his
head and wriggling against him in not-so-silent demand. “Yes, please.”
And since she’d asked so nicely and
he hadn’t had his turn twelve years
ago, he did, sending her over the edge, holding her tight as she came.
~*~
Deelie was riding Luke’s face like
she was a cowgirl and he
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