“You’re mad,” I say, but I follow, shedding clothes until I plunge into the cold water. “Holy fuck, Tara, it’s cold.”
“No, it’s not…it’s just right.” She floats on her back, her face up, her eyes closed.
Her laughter echoes across the banks, and when I catch her, pulling her close in the water, it feels like I am whole.
Her skin is slick against mine, her joy infectious.
We kiss, half-drowned, both breathless with laughter and want.
She swims away from me, splashing me. We play like children for a while, but thewantis inescapable.
The cool current teases my skin, but it’s Tara who’s got me burning hotter than hellfire.
Her tits sway gently with the ripples, her nipples hard little buds begging for my mouth.
Her hips are curves I could worship for a lifetime, and that ass—mon dieu, that ass—is a masterpiece, round and taut, begging to be gripped, slapped, devoured.
She wades toward me, her eyes locked on mine, and I can see the hunger in them, which makes my cock throb like a heartbeat.
Her body moves with a primal grace that makes my breath hitch. When she’s close enough,her fingers graze my chest, tracing the lines of muscle like she’s memorizing every inch of me.
Her touch is electric, sending jolts of lust straight to my erection, which is already aching and throbbing, ready to plunge into her hot, wet depths.
“Gustave.” Her voice is low and sultry, like sex itself.
She presses her body against mine, her skin slick and warm, her curves molding to me like she was made for me. Her hands slide down my chest, over my abs, and finally wrap around my cock, stroking me with a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes me groan like an animal.
“Oui!” My fingers dig into her hips as I pull her closer.
Her tits press against my chest, her nipples rubbing against my skin, and I can feel her wetness against my thigh, hot and inviting. I tilt her head back with one hand, kissing her like I’m trying to reach her soul.
Her lips part, her tongue tangles with mine, and I can taste the honey-sweetness of her desire.
She moans into my mouth as she rubs her clit against my thigh, sending shivers through her body.
My cock pulses in her hand, desperate for more. She pulls back, her eyes dark with lust, as she guides me to the riverbank.
The water laps at our feet now.
I turn her so her back is to me. I bend her over onto the grass, her ass presented to me like an offering.
I can see the glistening folds of her pussy, swollen and ready for me. I knead her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. She gasps when I lean down and lick her.
I bury my face between her legs, lapping at her pussy like a starving man, my tongue flicking her clit until she’s moaning and writhing, her hands clawing at the grassy riverbank.
“Gustave, please,” she begs, her voice trembling with need.
I straighten, positioning my cock at her entrance, and she pushes back onto me, taking me inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt inside her. She’s so tight, her pussy clenching around me like a velvet fist, and I see stars. I pull her back onto me with each thrust, sliding in and out of her dripping wet cunt.
The water sloshes around us, its coolness a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies.
Tara’s moans echo across the beatific landscape, her tits bouncing with every thrust, and I can feel her clenching around me, her orgasm building.
I lean over her, wrapping one arm around her waist, my other hand reaching around to pinch her nipple. She cries out, her body trembling as she comes, her pussy milking me like she’s trying to drain me dry.
But I’m not done yet. I flip her onto her back. Immediately, her legs wrap around my waist.
I plunge into her again, deeper this time, hitting that sweet spot that makes her scream.
