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Or that the magic would fade, replaced by some reality neither of us wanted to face. Our tongues collided, the whirlwind of going from yelling at each other to this more intense than I would have expected. I was amazed how exciting the moment was. Being outside in the open, the feel of the water bouncing off us with a whirlwind of vibrations dancing through me. Everything about this was perfect.

He rubbed his hand down my back, adding to the rush of heat pooling between my legs. I could barely breathe and for the best reason. Lightheaded, I continued to wiggle in his hold, shifting his cock against my pussy lips until my own desire had built to the point I was losing my mind with need.

As I bucked against him, he gripped my bottom with his fingers digging into my skin. This man knew how to kiss, so sensual yet with utter dominance. When he finally pulled our lips free, he wasn’t finished with enticing me just yet. He yanked my head back, exposing my throat and dragging his tongue along my jaw and down the length of my neck.

There were so many things I wanted to say to him, concerns about where this was going, but that wasn’t going to happen. And why should it? As usual, I was overthinking things.

At that moment I decided to let go, to allow fate to intervene when necessary. With another moan, this time floating toward the sky, I fell into the freedom of letting go completely. With him in full control, I didn’t need to worry about anything.

At least not for tonight.

His grip on my bottom was more forceful, a single finger sliding up and down the crack of my ass in a teasing manner. He wasdriving me crazy, leaving me aching all over while taunting me with his lips.

He yanked my head even more until my back was arched. His lips found my nipple, his tongue swirling around the already taut tip. The speckles of floating images blotted out the stars in the sky, but somehow, they were even more beautiful. Another sound was heard over my whimpers, his growl completely guttural.

As he sucked on my aching bud, I fell into a sweet lull, still shifting back and forth to try to drive him crazy.

A gasp left my lips as he bit down on my nipple. He took his time to pull the tender tissue between his teeth, sucking while flicking his finger across the other one. There was nothing as decadent as what he was doing. The bubbles continued to float around us, the heat and steam creating strings of perspiration. Yet there was a light breeze creating enough of a chill I shivered.

He wasn’t about to let me go, rolling his lips to my other breast and toying with my aching nipple for several seconds. I was so wet, my pussy throbbing to the point my muscles were constricting. Panting, as I tried to focus on the stars, I licked beads of sweat from my lips.

Being overheated around him was constant, the desire an electric friend. Thinking clearly would be pushed away for now, but I could still laugh, even if only because of my nerves.

With my fingers gripping his shoulders, I lolled my head to the side. I should have known the peace was short lived. I was pulled up from the water and placed on the edge of the tub before I realized what he’d done.

But he was just getting started.

As he made himself comfortable, I gasped in surprise, even trying to close my legs. Another even darker chuckle was a clear indication my actions weren’t allowed. He lifted and spread my legs with no hesitation, pressing my knees to the wooden deck surface. Then he breathed across my wetness, immediate tingling sensations turning into sheer electric jolts within seconds.

“Oh, my sweet Lord,” I breathed while smashing my hands on the deck. He blew across my pussy again, obviously enjoying my reaction. When I tossed my head from side to side, only then did he dart his tongue around my clit several times. “That’s not fair. You can’t tease me.”

“I can do anything I want, brat.” His voice was unrecognizable. Husky. Dark.

Still filled with a warning of things to come.

Which I discovered the moment he pressed his lips to my clit. I jerked up, my hands fisting and even pounding on the deck. His tongue should be considered a lethal weapon. Every noise shuddering from my mouth sounded like a wounded animal. I was lost in the moment from the first lick, every muscle tense.

While he was being gentle, completely unlike him, I was shaking like a leaf from a rush of adrenaline. He pinned my legs down, pressing on my thighs while continuing to torment my clit. The effect was soft and slow yet drove me completely crazy.

I jerked in his hold, wiggling to the point of almost managing to roll over. He pulled my clit into his mouth, sucking while rolling two fingertips between my swollen folds. The effect was calming, which seemed ridiculous, but I stopped moving, taking deep, raspy breaths to try to fill my lungs with air.

His initial period of being gentle with me was over, his fingers spreading me wide open. I threw my head up, still gasping for air as I tried to fixate on how rough he was being.

However, my pussy was making it perfectly clear that I should just stop asking questions and enjoy. Quivering all the way to my core, my legs were also shaking. Soon my arms would be from the way his tongue was abusing my swollen lips.

As if he cared. He was completely relaxed, thrusting two then three fingers inside. With them all flexed open, he filled the void, stretching my muscles in a way that brought a delicious wave of sensations.

Half laughing, half moaning, there was nothing coherent running in my mind as hard as I tried to form a sentence. And forget about being rational. There was nothing left for me to think about but the pleasure that was building to a sweet precipice.

Between his tongue and fingers, I was thrown into what most women would think impossible. Who knew that such fantasies could become reality? I didn’t bother trying to move, even if I could. The only intelligent movement I could make was pointing my toes. The only coherent thought was praying my child didn’t awaken thirsty.

I pressed one hand over my mouth, thumping back against the deck as he continued his feast. Tongue. Lips. Mouth. Fingers. The orchestration was so calculated that I wasn’t certain where one began and the other left off.

Seconds or minutes later—as if I knew for certain—I was dropped into a vacuum where any sense of everything else around me disappeared. He seemed to sense I was close to anorgasm, his actions even rougher with his fingers pounding into me. Were there now four of them?

I laughed. I tossed my head. I stared at the sky while I bit my lower lip to try to keep from screaming. And all sense of myself had been tossed out the window. The sweet moment stopped time and all sound except for my thudding heart.

Boom, boom. Boom, boom. Boom, boom.