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“Are you going to let me?” It was like waiting for the puck to drop. Every muscle in my body was on the edge of action, waiting for the go ahead. All the atoms in my body were focused on her and nothing but her.

She nodded and it was game on.

13

Wyatt

Ilifted her and turned her to face me, her legs braced on the ledge on either side of my hips. When she settled back down it was her pussy against my dick, the thin fabric of her suit between us did nothing to block out the heat of her. She was incendiary.

I was hard as the fucking ledge we were sitting on.

She moaned in her throat and arched up against me. Grinding us together. A sexy fairy with filth on her mind. Her mouth was paradise and she let me in like she did at the club in Vegas, at the house, in the ocean.

Like there were no rules and she didn’t care who was watching.

It was feral. Hungry. Her mouth was silently screaming fuck the rules and I was screaming what rules?

She shifted again, the water made her buoyant and when she came down against me, my cock hit her clit just right and she gasped, her eyes wide. Like this was brand fucking new. Itfelt that way on my end too. Like I’d never had this kind of connection before.

“Oh my god,” she breathed. Our eyes locked and I cupped my hand around the back of her neck, helping her find a pace and an amount of force that made her eyes roll back in her head.

“Wyatt,” she gasped, her whole body starting to shake against me.

“There you go baby,” I said, sucking on the skin of her neck, her breasts. Dipping my lips to the spot just under her ear. “Take whatever you need.”

She grabbed my head, holding my hair in her fist, riding me like there was a race to be won. She kissed me. With her teeth. Her tongue. She was outside of her body and I was just holding on for dear life, so satisfied to be used by this woman. To be something she wanted.Needed.

She was holding my face still, searching for angles so she could kiss me deeper. Harder. And it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Watching this woman, helpless in her desire. Like I’d made her drunk on my kisses.

She tore her mouth away, bucking against me.

“Is this… am I? Wyatt!” She cried and clutched my head to her chest, her body wracked with tremors. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her until the tremors faded, supporting her weight when she slumped against me, soft and sweet.

We sat like that for a long time, and despite my numb ass and every ounce of blood in my body pounding through my cock, I could have stayed there for days. Her body a perfect weight against me.

“That was…” she whispered.

“Amazing? Earth shattering?”

“Surprising.”

I wasn’t sure what was surprising about a little dry humping. But maybe she’d never done it in a natural hot springs that smelled like rotten eggs.

“Did…you?” she asked, all shy again. I arched my hips up into her so she could feel the hard length of my cock and she gasped. I bit my lip against the need to yank all this fabric to the side and sink myself deep inside what I knew would be the most perfect pussy I’d ever experienced. “Oh,” she gasped. Her eyes were at half-mast. I couldn’t help but smile at her, sweeping her hair off her face. Running my thumb against her eyelashes, over the swollen skin of her lower lip.

“Wyatt,” she said, her voice rough and soft at the same time. “I think I want to break some rules.”

“We just did,” I said. Kissing, check. Touching, extra-fucking check.

“No. I mean like…reallybreak the rules.”

“You mean…” I was too hopeful to finish the sentence. I wasn’t pushing, I was completely content with what just happened, if she didn’t want any more, that was fine. I’d already had the mind-blowing pleasure of watching this woman come. I would survive some blue balls. I was a full-grown man.

But Sydney, my gorgeous sexy Tinker Bell, bit her lower lip and nodded.

Sex. She meant sex. I picked her up and practically tossed her onto her feet on the edge of the spring.

“Watch your feet,” I said and climbed out after her. Water poured down my body over my chest and the bulge I could not hide in the thin material of my underwear. A bulge she was staring at with wide, interested eyes.