“You are the most ethereal woman that will ever walk this earth, Orie.” All I can do it watch his lips as they move, the sweetest words I’ve ever heard leaving them.
I can’t fight the smile that overtakes my face, and it triggers one on his. It also must give him the confidence to explore more of me, his hands slowly moving down.
My skin is on fire as his fingertips graze every bit of exposed skin, tracing over curves as if he’s painting his mark into me. His touch is unlike any I’ve experienced, and it’s the only touch I ever want to feel again.
“I still don’t understand what you do to me, Carson,” Isay breathlessly, my tail snaking around his leg, something I can’t seem to control.
His hands move up to cup my face, mine finding his waist and pulling him close to me. The electricity zinging between us as our skin connects beneath the water is so strong, I’m surprised we haven’t electrocuted ourselves.
His hardness presses against my abdomen, the pulsing between my legs picking up with my heart rate. Those damn enchanting eyes scan mine before he locks his lips to mine. The kiss is intense but brief, leaving me wanting more when he pulls back.
“Maybe we should keep trying to figure out what I do to you,” he murmurs, his hands moving slowly down from my face.
I can’t seem to form a word, let alone a sentence, so all I do is nod. Well, it’s notallI do—one hand moves from his waist, my fingernails gently dragging over his skin as I make my way toward his raging boner trapped between us.
With every inch my hand moves, his muscles tense and relax beneath my touch, a pattern I’m sure my body mirrors. His hands find my breasts, my eyes darting to his as he begins to roll my nipples between his fingertips.
The pleasure that rides through me from something so simple is unreal, and instantly I crave more. It takes everything in me to not release my inner demon and just jump his bones.
I want to savor the moment, enjoy the time spent getting to…well, what Ihopewe get to.
Reaching beneath the water, I take his cock in my hand and begin to pump him. He lets out another shaky breath,one of his hands releasing my nipple and moving his hand down until he submerges it.
His fingers find my clit, swirling around it and making my legs shake. My tail’s untamable thrashing is slightly subdued by the water, but every once in a while, it breaks the surface to accompany a moan leaving my mouth.
Gods, just having his hands on me… Touch me,please me… It isn’t enough. I want more of him. I want all of him.
“Carson.” I say his name through breaths, tipping my head back as another moan escapes. “I need you inside menow.”
Suddenly, one arm is wrapped around my waist, his other hand gripping my thigh as he hoists me up. I gasp, only letting the shock settle for a moment before wrapping my legs around his hips.
He stares into my eyes as he takes us closer to the waterfall. As we ascend the rocks, his dick teases me, bumping against the sensitive parts of me with every movement he makes.
The waterfall streams behind us, the mist much stronger this close. It’s a welcome coolness to the incredible heat he ignites in me—I’d almost bet we’re steaming up the falls.
His grip on me is so steady and strong. I remove one of my hands from his shoulders, reaching below me to continue pumping his cock. It throbs in my hand, only making my need for him grow.
With my legs securely around his hips, he adjusts his arms until both of them are hooked under my thighs. I bring my face to his, capturing his lips with mine as I line him up with my entrance.
As his tip slides inside me, I break the kiss, tiling my head back and inhaling sharply. He pushes in slowly, letting out a shaky breath of his own as his shoulders shudder.
There’s only pleasure on my mind as he inserts himself fully, and I moan, “Gods, all the way.”
His hold on my legs is tight, and I have no worry at all that he’ll let me fall. Each thrust is deep and drawn out, slower but firmer than I was expecting—and it feelsotherworldly.
“Carson,” I say between breaths, wrapping my arms tightly around the back of his neck. “Fuck.”
The waterfall drowns out every sound we make, every word I say, but I know he can hear it all. This moment—ourmoment—is captured in the sound of the falls forever.
It makes this moment feel even more magical.
He picks up speed, still hitting me deeply with every buck of his hips. There’s no waver to his grip as he holds me—he’s so fucking strong, and it’s incredibly hot.
“You feel perfect.” He chokes the words out, hardly able to contain the sexy sounds that float from his lips. “Youareperfect, my muse.”
His muse?
The fire inside me burns hotter than any of the flames of hell I’ve felt before. Just those words alone, paired with these deep, rhythmic thrusts, are almost enough to send me over the edge.
