Fuck me, I’m not waiting.
In one quick motion, I have her out of the water and against me, her legs around my waist as I make my way to the falls. I slip beneath it, moving into the cave hidden behind the curtain of water. Moss grows up the rocks and the air in here is slightly colder and damp, and her skin pebbles in reaction. Placing her down, I reach for my shirt, and pull it off, throwing the wet material onto the rock.
“Hands,” I order her.
“What?”
“Give me your hands.” I meet her eyes, waiting for her to obey, and when she does, I take her bikini top and stretch it out, using it as a rope to secure her wrists together.
“What are you doing?”
“You think I’m just going to let you get away with tricking me like that?” I cock my head, watching her as her breathing kicks up a notch. “You look mighty fine in my hat, sweetheart.”
With her wrists secured, she lets her hands fall in front of her, her arms pushing her tits together. With a single finger, I follow the mound, over her nipple and then down the center of her stomach, watching in fascination as her muscles quiver and jump in anticipation.
“Are you wet, baby?” I ask her as I go lower, over her wrists, to where the bikini bottoms sit low on her hips.
“Yes.” She answers.
“Are you going to let me taste you?”
“Fuck,” She hisses, “Yes.”
“Good girl,” I hold her eyes for just a second longer before I lower to the rock beneath me and get on my knees. “Keep your hands to yourself. This is mine.”
Hooking my fingers into her panties, I pull them down her legs and then help her out of them, throwing them onto my shirt. I look up at her, her chin resting on her chest as she watches me, pupils blown and lips parted, dripping wet, my hat leaving a shadow across her face. The droplets cling to her, only rolling when her body shivers in response to my touch.
“So fucking perfect,” I growl, devouring her body with my eyes, every inch, from her pretty face to her toes. “You’re going to stay still for me.”
Her lashes flutter, but she does as I ask as I hook her leg over my shoulder and press my mouth to her pussy, licking her from hole to clit with the whole flat side of my tongue. She tastes divine, musky and sweet, and when she wobbles, her groan bouncing off the rocksback to my ears, I hook an arm around her, keeping her steady.
“Roman,” She cries as I focus on her pleasure, punching my tongue into her before I drag it back and flick it against her clit. She soaks my face, her hips rolling a touch to keep me going.
I suck her clit into my mouth, her cries turning louder, more desperate, but when I sink two fingers into her, the needy whimper has my cock jerking in response. The sounds she makes — goddamn, if I could listen to them on repeat, I would. Her pleasure is so damn beautiful.
With my fingers inside, I curl them back and forth, stroking from the inside while my tongue works her up, her body beginning to shake with it, and I know she’s close. Part of me wants to watch her fall apart, but I can’t bear to move away from her, working her up with my mouth until she’s nothing but putty in my hand. Her leg tightens over my shoulder, and her secured hands pull at the hair on the back of my head, keeping me right there as she chases the high that’ll have her crashing against me.
More. I always need more.
She detonates, her climax crashing through her with a loud moan, pussy convulsing against my tongue, but I don’t stop, not until every last second is dragged out.
Slowly, I bring her leg away from my shoulder, keeping her steady as I rise to my feet and slam my mouth against hers.
“You taste what I do to you, baby?” I growl against her mouth, “You taste how much you’re mine?”
My teeth graze down her throat.
“My pretty wife,” She shivers as my words vibrate against her skin.
“More,” She begs shamelessly.
“You can have whatever you want,” I vow as I pull away and start on the button of my jeans, shoving them off until I’m as naked as she is. I tug on the bikini to release her hands. “I’m fucking desperate for you, baby. Turn around for me, show me that pretty ass.”
Her eyes widen as she swallows but slowly, she turns, reaching out to spread her fingers on the wall.
“Bend,” I order as I widen her thighs, my cock in my hand as I watch her, spreading herself open for me. I swipe my hand between her legs to gather her arousal, dragging it through her lips and in the crack of her ass before I bring my hand back to my cock and wipe it all over me. “I’m going to fill you up and watch me trickle out of you.”
Curling my fingers around her hip, I line my cock up with her, slipping just the crown of me inside as I watch her stretch to fit me. “So.” I slip in just a little deeper. “Fucking.” Her body takes every inch I feed her, sucking me in. “Perfect.”
