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He walked towards her and took off his shirt. She watched the flex of his chest as he dropped it to the floor. He sat on the edge of the bath and trailed his fingers up her leg from knee to hip, over her belly and down the other leg, rippling through the water, leading patterns of movement and sensation above and beneath her skin as he passed.
"Zac, you're here."
He kissed her, long and luxuriously, then moved his fingers to the mound of her sex and kneaded the fullness with the pads of his fingers, sending tremors through her entire groin. Her tongue touched against his and her hands moved to his arms. He drew back and his eyes flashed, a dark smile on his face. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, tearing it open.
She rested her hands on the bath edge, preparing to climb out.
"No," he commanded. "Stay."
He stripped his clothes off and she looked at his erect cock as he rolled the rubber on. It was charged, pleasure-seeking, and potent.
"I want you," she whispered.
"You're going to get me." He pushed her legs apart in the water and inserted his knee between hers and filling the space with his body. Water crashed around them, spilling over the edge of the bath.
"Zac!" She laughed in disbelief as the water flowed up over her shoulders.
He followed its path. His hips moved to meet hers, his chest forcing another wave of water over her shoulders to spill to the floor.
She lifted her legs up to the edge of the bath, to lie along the sides. He squeezed her pussy and a surge of water pushed in front of him. Her head rested back against the edge of the bath when his mouth sought her damp breasts as they pushed out of the water, her body arched up for his touch. His lips closed on her nipple and his fingers slid inside her. The water flowed around them, nebulous, broken only by the firm hunt of his fingers against her flesh. His teeth pulled gently at her nipple and she moaned.
He led a line of kisses to her throat, his cock nudging against her. The water flowed around them again as he moved inside her, and she felt him wedge against her, then plunge inside, water trapped between them, inside and out.
He kissed her mouth, and their bodies moved together in the water, anchored by her legs on the side of the bath. His lips were wet, his tongue warm and firm in her mouth, skimming her mouth, tasting her. He licked her cheek, chasing a drop of water that dripped from her hair and her eyes closed. She was entranced by the muted feeling of his body riding against hers, through the ethereal veil of water.
The only sound was the splashing of water that reflected their movements. Each splash touched her mind a split second after he thrust against her, deep inside, an echo of perfection and harmony. As the touches grew faster and harder so the noise of the spilling water became louder, quicker.
He moved his hands along the edge of the bath, lifting up as his strides became ever more urgent. He looked like Poseidon rising out of the waves, his wet hair splattered across his neck and shoulders, his muscles flexing. Water spilled over the edge of the bath. Her body arched up, her hips bucking against his as if to free the demon that coiled inside. It was rising like the water around her shoulders, rising up to flood free. She pressed her hand along the line of his throat as she hit her peak.
Zac's lips parted as he watched her climax, then she lost sight, her eyelids falling with the tide of unrestrained power flowing through her body.
He murmured her name, drawing her back to him and as she looked into his eyes she saw how her climax had fired him.
She put her hands on his arms, holding him as he reached for his prize. The power began to fade from his eyes and he uttered a deep, strange sound, like a captured animal. As he gave the final lunge the water crashed again and spilled over her breasts as he came, creating a surge of movement within and without.
"Abby," he whispered.
He lay over her and kissed her again as his cock slid from her into the embrace of the water.
She glanced down. "The water wants to take you from me."
He laughed quietly and reached around to pull the plug out. As the water swirled away from them, he kissed her face, drying her skin with his mouth, moving over every bit of her. She murmured as his lips passed over her, the water sinking around her hips, trailing sensation away. When the water was gone she looked into his eyes. "I really am addicted to you, Zac, and you are feeding my addiction."
He kissed her gently, smiling. "Good, I want to feed your addiction."
When they climbed from the bath he wrapped her in a towel and moved his hands over it, following the lines of her body through the deep fabric. He showed such acute attention to her body that she felt cosseted, cherished. She watched the movements of his body in the mirror as he attended her.
The muscles on his back flexed, gloriously strong. The damp hair on his legs drew her gaze to the taut line of his thighs and buttocks as he crouched down to dry her legs with the towel. When he stood up again she opened the towel and took him into it, warming his body with hers. They stood silently for a few minutes, wrapped together in the marble room.
"I thought you might not be able to come. I'm so glad you're here." He kissed her forehead.
"Oh, I would have got here, hell or high water."
He led her to the bed and laid her down, kissing her gently. They lay quietly together for a while, enjoying the reunion of their bodies.
"One night apart, and I missed you so much," she said eventually.
He nodded. There was a deep contentment in his eyes, as if he was finally happy to have her hidden away with him.
