“I love you,” she whispers, but her smile says otherwise.
“Love you more, baby,” I rasp, kissing her again, deeper this time.
The water ripples around us as I press her against me, her body slick and warm in my arms. My hands slide under her shirt, tugging it over her head, as I toss it onto the bank. The lake clings to her skin, droplets rolling down her chest, with her nipples pebbled and tight from the cool air.
“Christ, baby,” I groan, as my mouth trails down her throat to her collarbone, tasting her with every lick.
She arches into me, nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, Carter,” she whispers, her voice breaking on the plea.
I gently set her back just enough to look at her. The water glistens beneath the moonlight, casting a silver reflection off her pale skin, highlighting her cheekbones and her petite face.
Fuck, she still knocks my breath away.
Her lashes flutter with each ragged inhale, and the way the moonlight reflects off her eyes, I become undone all over again, just like the moment I first laid eyes on her.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, pressing kisses along the sensitive skin of her throat.
She tilts her head back, moaning as I continue biting and sucking at the slope of her neck.
“Carter, baby,” she breathes out, running her fingers through her hair.
I press her closer, sliding my hand beneath the waistband of her shorts. She gasps, head tipping back as I tease her slowly, letting the water swirl around us while I draw out every sound she has to give.
“Carter—oh my God?—”
“Shh, baby,” I whisper against her ear, sliding my fingers into her tight cunt. “I’ve got you.”
She gasps, arching against me, her nails raking across my forearm. Her breath stutters in my ear, every sound she makes going straight to my cock.
“That’s it, darlin’,” I murmur, curling my fingers deep inside her until she cries out. “Take my fingers, open up for me.”
Her thighs clamp around my hand, her hips rocking helplessly. “Carter, I—fuck?—”
“Breathe,” I coax, my mouth brushing her temple as I press my thumb to her clit, rubbing slow, steady circles. “Let me work you open. Don’t fight it.”
She whimpers, shaking her head, but her body tells the truth—it’s already giving in, clenching around me like she was made for my hand.
“God, you’re so tight,” I rasp, pumping my fingers deeper, harder, until she’s trembling all over. “So wet for me. You like when I talk you through it, don’t you?”
“Yes—” she gasps, her voice breaking, dramatic as ever. “Carter, please.”
I grin against her hair, curling my fingers just right until her cry echoes off the walls. “That’s my girl. Gettin’ close already, aren’t you?”
Her hips grind against my hand, her cries frantic now, begging without words. I pin her tighter to me, whispering filth against her ear as I edge her higher and higher.
“You’re gonna come on my fingers, darlin’. I’ll wring every drop out of you before I even think about slidin’ my cock inside.”
Her body bows, her nails biting into me, and then she breaks—shattering around my hand with a sobbed moan of my name.
I hold her through it, stroking her clit gently, whispering praise into her ear. “That’s it, Catalina. That’s my good girl, always so good for me.”
Her body’s still trembling from my fingers, her chest heaving against mine. But my cock aches, thick and heavy, pressed between her thighs. I shift her higher in my arms, the lake water rippling around us, cool against our overheated skin.
When the head of my cock nudges her entrance, she gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. Her eyes fly open, wide and blown, lips parting like she’s already begging without words.
I press my forehead to hers, brushing her mouth with mine. “That’s it, darlin’. Let me in. Nice and easy.”
I push forward, slow as I can stand it. The head slips past her folds, and she whimpers, clenching around me already. Inch by inch, I stretch her open, every sound that falls from her lips carving into me.
