Straightening my posture, I squat down, scooping her petite frame over my shoulders, no second thoughts. She digs her 203
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grip into my back, her shriek echoing through the woods as I plunge us both into the raging waters.
Our bodies rush below the water like bricks, clinging to each other as we follow the oncoming motion of the waterfall until we’re finally behind it. Finally floating back to the surface with ease, we both break the seal, stuck together once we rise above.
In the process, my chain magically entangled itself with her hair, gluing us close together in the process of swimming. Her whining was the only thing that grabbed my attention.
“Sorry—I’m sorry…” she mumbles, pulling at strands of her hair.
“No—it’s this stupid necklace. Don’t pull.” I grab her hand, stopping her from pretty much ripping her hair out.
Carefully, I untangle every strand, one by one, until there’s no more—stringing my fingers through it. Each one of her eyelashes seemed even longer now that there were droplets of water hanging onto them. The chill of the water reddened her cheeks, and her lips maintained their vibrant pink tint. My lips were luckier than any other man’s, having kissed her. I have been waiting to experience the same feeling for weeks now. I can’t save face anymore, acting like I don’t want her all over me. Like clockwork, the palms of my hands find her cheeks, my fingers pushing each dampened strand of hair side behind her ears.
“There. I bet that’s much better, yeah?”
“Yeah”
Her one word comes out as a breathless loss for words, sending my spine through a shutter. Either my judgment was seriously flawed, or this was perfect timing. The world stopped spinning, and we’re the only ones alive to take it all 204
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in. Her head falls to the side, squishing my hand between her cheek and shoulder.
“I know what makes it so different for me?” floating closer to her, I trap her body against a nearby rock, pressing my body against hers once she runs out of room to move.
“What?” she stutters, startled by the feel of the rocks.
“I’m not faking it anymore.”
I was done wasting any more time. I couldn’t help but crush my lips into hers, one of my hands grasping at her jaw, wanting more. Every. Single. Part of me—wants more of her—and judging by the goosebumps on her pillow-soft skin, I wasn’t doing a bad job at getting my point across.
The bottom half of her body is shoved into mine as two of her small fingers loop around my boxers, making sure the space between us is eliminated instantly. My other hand sinks to her stomach, battling her waist to try to keep her away from feeling the oncoming boner that was now inevitable. Each time I get the slightest centimeter away, she yanks my boxers to bring me back, making me moan into the kiss.
Careful Joshua. Don’t start something you can’t finish.
She pries her lips away from mine, gripping her hand around the wrist of my hand that held onto her jaw. Her chestnut gazeobserves me as she locks her legs around my hips, ensuring that I don’t escape her grasp. We both were fighting to catch our breaths, but disregarding our need for air, we smashed our lips together yet again. Making matters worse, she runs her fingers down the back of my neck, keeping me right where she wants me.
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of electricity was taking over my body as she let her hands explore past my waistline, breaking into my boxers to wrap each of her fingers around my shaft. Our lips are broken up, and suddenly, my brain is more concerned with not belting out a bellowing moan right in her ear. I could barely fathom how quickly things had just escalated.
“I don’t know if this even a good idea…” I murmur, my face still brushing against hers.
“If it weren’t, we wouldn’t be doing it,” she whispers against my jawline.
There I had it—the reassurance that she didn’t mind taking this to a different level. She proceeds to grip my length, stroking it just how I like, slow and firm. I was growing by each second the more she hung on. You would’ve thought I’d never gotten to bone anything a day in my life. My hand reaches for the rocks above her head, accepting her advances.
To our convenience, she manages to sit on one of the rocky surfaces below the water, pulling me along with her, pressing the tip of my dick at the center of her entrance.
“You’re way bigger than I thought,” she whispers, brushing her lips against my earlobe to tease me.
“You gotta stop teasing me. It’s torture. I want you… so bad.” I plead.
“So do something about it, then.” Her nails trail down my bare chest. “Last time I checked, nobody was stopping you.”
