Her nails claw at my arms, sinking into my skin enough to leave a mark. But I welcome her brand of pain.
“Yes,” She hisses.
“Manners, Elena.”
“Please.”
I slide the finger inside before I pull it out and stretch her with a second. She gasps, her thighs squeezing together around my hand, but I don’t stop. I keep moving my fingers in and out of her, fucking her slowly with my hand while my thumb continues to play with that piercing of hers. She rolls her hips, climbing up higher, searching for that release. The trees rustle with a breeze, and the water laps at our bodies.
“I’m going to come,” She breathes, her head falling forward to rest in the spot between my shoulder and neck, “Fuck, Knox.”
“Give it to me,” I demand. “Let me have it.”
She shudders, but she isn’t quite there yet.
I curl my fingers a touch, allowing them to grind on that soft, sweet spot inside, coaxing her orgasm forward.
“Come on, Hellion,” I urge, “Show me how pretty you are when you fall apart, show me what you look like when you just let go.”
I keep the pace, the pressure, stroking her cunt as her body convulses and tenses.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Sing for me, darlin’.”
I feel it when she finally lets it go, when she succumbs to her climax. Her pussy clamps around my fingers and she throbs against my thumb, her moans turning to whimpers as she shakes against me.
Above us, the sky turns darker, the sun slipping down beneath the horizon, but I don’t let go of her until she stills in my arms.
Slowly, I slip my fingers from her body and then grasp her thighs, parting her legs until I can lift her and secure her around my waist. Her arms loop around my neck, and she leans back, her eyes hooded, a sated look to her.
Turning us, I begin to wade through the waterback to the shore, only to pause when I hear a whistle.
“Knox!?” Chase’s voice cuts through the dark. “Dinner is done! Where are you?”
It’s in that moment I realize what the fuck I’ve just done.
“Knox,” Elena’s voice has a hint of warning.
Fuck!
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Don’t,” There’s a tremor in her voice that catches me off guard.
“I’m sorry.” I swallow thickly and release her, helping her down until her feet touch the ground. Immediately, the water feels ten degrees colder.
Her arms come around herself to cover up her bare breasts, water rolling down her skin.
“That was a mistake.”
One brow quirks up, “No, it wasn’t.”
“It was,” I grind out, “It won’t happen again.”
She laughs, a full maniacal laugh that sends a chill down my spine. “Fucking spineless men.”
She storms by me, well tries to at least, back toward the shore. Not afraid of being naked or that Chase is just through the trees. I try not to look, I do, but the woman is a goddess. Just one I shouldn’t have for myself.
There is not a single flaw to her, she is full and shapely and stunning…
