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No, I think. She’s desperate for you, Five. You’ve left her hanging for six years and this right here, what she’s doing right now, is because of all that time you’ve spent apart.

So I give her what she wants. I back away, letting the hand on her breasts slide down to her waist. I caress the skin that curves around her hip and trace my way down her arm to hold her hand inside my shorts.

“Take them off me,” I say.

She smiles. Her head is tilted up so she can look me in the eyes. And then she gives my shorts a tug and they fall down my legs. My cock is hard. And it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to push her over to the lounge chairs and bend her over.

But that’s not how I want this to go. I have so many better things planned for Miss Rory Shrike this afternoon.

“Now you,” she says, looking down at her one article of clothing.

I hook my fingertips into the elastic of her panties and pull them down. She closes her eyes, then quickly opens them again. Like she doesn’t want to miss a single moment of what’s happening. I bend down, and even though they’ll drop to the ground on their own once I get them over her hips, I hold on to them. An excuse to stay where I am. To look at her pussy. To lean in and kiss her, right between her legs.

“Five,” she says, her hands on top of my head, urging me as she grabs my hair in her fists. “God, don’t stop.”

I don’t want to stop. I want to stay in this moment forever. Just enjoy her. Just open her legs and lick her little nub and make her come right now.

But again, I have so many other, better things I want to do with her first.

“Come on,” I say, leading her towards the edge of the pool.

We jump together. Instinctively. There are no words of caution, no moments of hesitation. We just jump.

The water is cool and refreshing. I linger underwater for a moment, looking at her golden blonde hair as it floats up and around her head like she’s defying gravity.

And then we surface at the same time and enter a different world. A new world. Our adult world. Our shared life together.

“Now what will we do, Five Aston?” she says, wiping water from her eyes. “What’s next?”

I look at the waterfall spilling over the rocks on the far end of the pool and nod my head. “Let’s go.”

We swim. And when we get to the waterfall, we stop and wait. For what, exactly, I’m not sure. But it’s a moment. Something that will embed into our memories of each other and stay there forever.

She smiles. Mouths, Let’s go. And then she disappears underwater and swims into the grotto hiding behind the curtain of water.

Fuck yes, I think in my head. This is how it’s supposed to be. How it was always supposed to be.

I duck under and find her on the other side, already climbing out onto the rock ledge. I see a flash of her pussy as she does this, and impulsively reach over and grab her around the waist, pulling her back in the water with me.

“Five!” she squeals. “What are you doing?”

I hold her tight, my arms wrapped around her to hold her still. And then I lean into her ear and say, “Do that again. Only this time, do it slowly.” I feel her lungs expand against my chest. Like she just took a deep, deep breath. “So I can get a better look.”

She exhales. Looks over her shoulder at me. And swallows.

I have no idea how experienced she is. Sexually, I mean. I know she’s not a virgin because I took that when we were still teenagers. But I made myself let her go. She needed to find her adult self and be her own person. So I didn’t stalk her. God, there was no way I could’ve stalked her. I would’ve made myself crazy with longing and jealousy if I had done that.

So the hard swallow could be nervousness.

“OK,” she says, her small voice echoing off the walls of the cave.

But I don’t think it is.

She struggles, reminding me that I’m still holding her tightly to my chest, and reaches for the ledge one more time. I let go of her, step back in the little grotto pool, and watch as she lifts herself out of the water, knees on the rock ledge, and flashes me again.

Only this time she waits like this. She gives me an invitation.

I step forward, unable to look away at the pink, wet line of her pussy peeking at me from between her legs, and place a hand on her ass.