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Her wet skin slides against mine, steam rising around us, and she watches my face come apart like it's her favorite show.

Enough.

I get my hands under her and lift her out of the water onto the heated stone ledge, water sheeting off her body as I spread her thighs with both palms.

She leans back on her hands, dripping, glowing, completely unhurried, and looks at me like a queen granting an audience.

"Well?" she says.

I shake my head and laugh at her confidence. "Fuck, you're hot."

I grip my cock and pull back, lining myself up and pushing into her wet cunt slowly. Slow enough to watch every reaction cross her face, her lips parting, her eyes losing focus, her breath catching on each inch I give to her.

I look down and the view nearly ends me: her pussy stretched around my cock, taking me, her wetness making every slow stroke shine in the pool light.

"Look at your pussy," I breathe, moving my hips. "Look how well you take me."

"Miles—"

"Tell me how it feels."

"Full." Her head drops back and she fucking moans. "God, you're so—deeper. Deeper."

I give her deeper.

The water glows around my hips, steam catches in her hair, and beyond the glass the snow falls over the whole shining market while I fuck Audrey Fields against the edge of a luxury thermal pool.

Then she does something that nearly ends me entirely.

She moans louder and cups her own breasts, squeezing them, her thumbs dragging over her nipples.

I grunt and fuck her harder. She seems to like watching me watch her, as she grows into this confident, greedy girl.

There's nothing left of the woman who used to apologize for wanting things.

Nothing.

"You like that," she says, pinching both nipples at once.

"You have no idea."

"Then stop holding back."

Her legs lock around me and pull me in, and she takes over the rhythm, rolling her hips to meet every thrust, faster, demanding every fucking inch.

She's loud. She doesn't try not to be.

Her cries bounce off the stone and glass and I chase every one of them, and when she clenches around me, her pussy squeezing me so damn tight, I'm done for.

"Fine," I grind out, hips stuttering. "You fucking win."

I let go, driving deep one final time, coming hard inside her while I sink my mouth into her neck and bite down. She gasps, then laughs—breathless, wrecked, victorious—right against my mouth.

"I didn't realize we were competing."

"Everything with you is a competition." I press my forehead to hers, both of us heaving. "I just really enjoy losing while my dick is inside you."

When my legs remember their job, I lift her off the ledge and carry her to the rainfall shower, and warm water pours over both of us in a wide, heavy curtain.