She did as I asked, shifting in my lap to face away, the water sloshing gently around us. I reached for the oil bottle, pouring a generous amount into my palm. The slick liquid instantly warmed against my skin.
I started at her shoulders this time, kneading in the oil with slow strokes, working down her back. But I didn’t stop there. My hands slid lower, cupping and squeezing her curves. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to grab this perfect ass,” I said by her ear. “Feel you squirm under my hands.”
She arched, a soft moan escaping.
“Let me enjoy you.” I massaged oil into her skin, pressing into the dimples at the base of her spine, then moved my hands lower, tracing the crease where her thighs met. She tensed, anticipating, and I felt her magic flicker. A brief gust of wind stirred the steam.
I dipped my hands into the water, then brought them back up, slick with oil, and slid one between her thighs from behind. She gasped, leaning forward to give me better access. “That’s it, sweet. Open up for me. I want to feel how wet you still are.”
My fingers found her center again, the oil mixing with her arousal to create an impossibly smooth glide. I didn’t dive in right away. Instead, I teased the outer folds, tracing lazy circles around her entrance, feeling her quiver. “Fuck, you’re so sweet. Tell me it’s all mine.”
“It’s all yours.” Her voice broke on the words. She rocked back, trying to force more contact, but I held her steady with my free hand.
“Not yet. I want you begging.” I leaned in, nipping her earlobe. “Tell me how badly you want my fingers buried deep in your tight heat. Say it dirty, Adele. Let me hear you.”
She hesitated. “I… I want your fingers inside me. Please, Raoul. Deep and hard.”
Her words sent a bolt of heat straight to my cock, which was already throbbing against her back. I rewarded her by sliding one finger inside, feeling her clench around me. “Like this? Or do you need more to fill you up?”
“More,” she gasped, her head dropping forward. “Fates, more.”
I added a second finger, pumping them in a languid rhythm. The oil made every movement slick, amplifying the sensations. Her walls were fluttering already, but I wasn’t ready to let her tip over yet. “You’re gripping me so tight. Imagine how good my cock would feel stretching you. You’d come hard, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes. Oh fates, yes.” Her hands braced on my thighs, her nails digging in as she rode my fingers. Wind picked up in the chamber, whipping the steam into swirling vortices, and snow swirled around us.
I slowed my pace, pulling almost all the way out before plunging my fingers back in, twisting my wrist for added friction. I circled her clit with feather-light pressure at first, then firmer, matching the rhythm of my fingers. “Look at you, ridingmy hand. You’re going to come all over my fingers, aren’t you? Drench me while you scream my name.”
She was panting now, her body trembling on the edge. “Raoul, I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
“Oh, I’m not.” I nipped her shoulder, adding a third finger to stretch her further, pumping faster now. The oil made the glide effortless, and I hit deeper with each thrust. “You’re going to wait until I say you can come. Hold it for me, sweet. Let me feel you clench and beg.”
She whimpered, her magic going wild. Lightning flickered across the high ceiling. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can. For me.” I pushed my fingers harder, pressing on her clit, rubbing in tight circles. “Fuck, you’re perfect. So tight, milking my fingers like you were made for this. Now come for me, Adele. Come hard on my hand.”
Her orgasm crashed through her, her inner walls spasming around my fingers in rhythmic waves. She screamed my name, the sound bouncing off the cave walls. Her magic exploded in full force, the pool churning like a whirlpool, ice crystals forming overhead and falling, melting on the surface. Wind howled through the cave, and bolts of lightning illuminated the chamber in staccato flashes.
The sight and feel of her unraveling shattered my restraint. My cock jerked against her, and I came with a guttural groan, spilling into the water between us, pleasure ripping through me in hot, relentless waves.
I didn’t stop moving my fingers until she’d ridden out every last shudder, her body slumping back against me, utterly spent. Gently, I withdrew my hand, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close as the aftershocks trembled through her.
We floated, her head lolling against my shoulder. The water calmed, her magic ebbing to a soft breeze.
“Fates,” she said finally, her voice hoarse. “That was intense.”
I chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “You have no idea how wonderful it is watching you lose it like that. Every storm, every spark is all you, and I love it.”
She twisted in my arms to face me, her eyes searching mine in the moonlight. “Even when it turns the bath into a tempest?”
“Especially then.” I cupped her cheeks and kissed her swollen lips. “It means I’m doing something right. Making you feel everything.”
A shy smile curved her mouth, but there was heat in her gaze. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”
“Only for you.” I pulled her in for a lazy kiss, savoring her taste.
We lingered in the pool, washing off the remnants of oil with gentle touches. I soaped her hair, massaging her scalp until she hummed with pleasure, then rinsed it under the trickling waterfall. She returned the favor, exploring my chest and arms, tracing the lines of muscle with a fascination that made me hard all over again.
But I held back, letting the moment soften, becoming more intimate. We talked in low voices about the village, the cloud seeding tomorrow, and silly things like Fletcher’s hatred of flying. Her laughter echoed in the cave, and each time, a light snow dusted the water, melting instantly.
