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“I’m ready to explode,” he moans.

“I think we both are.”

He reaches for me. His hands grip the back of my thighs, and he pulls me in. He nuzzles his nose between my legs. My head falls back with the intense pleasure of this touch. His tongue explores inside me, spreading me open. He uses one hand to play with my clit as he tongue-fucks me.

“More,” I whisper. “I want more.”

His chuckle vibrates against my pussy lips. “You always want more. How come you’re such a greedy little thing?” He plays with me, sucking and licking and flicking at me until my legs start to shake.

“Cum in my mouth, Victoria. Cum all over me.”

Chapter 64

Cal

She calls out my name as a fiery orgasm rips through her entire body. I feel it move through her like a wave as I fuck her in earnest with my tongue. And she’s still cumming, trembling, cumming some more.

She tastes so good. I’ve missed this down to my bones, down to my soul.

I look up. My gift sparkles above her breasts, the gold and gemstones shining against her silky skin. Seeing that she still wears it brings my heart into my throat.

I lift her off the ground again, this time cradled in my arms. I slam my mouth down on hers, giving her a taste of her own sweet saltiness. Keeping my lips on hers, I slowly, carefully carry her across the deck, past the chairs, and down the steps. The water slides up my legs as I lower her into the heat. Her eyes are still half closed, her neck loose. Her hair trails along the surface of the spring. I think I’ve managed the timing perfectly. I wanted the heat to envelop her just at the tail end of her orgasm.

“Holy shit,” she whispers.

“We’re just getting started,” I tell her.

I find the flat rock we MacLaines have always called “the throne” because of the perfectly smooth seat and high back. I lower myself into my lifelong favorite soaking spot toward the center of the pool, Victoria supported in my arms.

The water’s at my chest level as I settle in. I turn her to face me.

She’s dazed. A goofy smile plays on her face.

“You good?”

“Oh, yeah.” Her eyes flash open. “But I need more.”

“Yeah? What do you need?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

I pull her up on my thighs and spread her legs wide to straddle me. Then I cup her perfect little ass in my hands and raise her up just above the water. “Show me your pussy,” I say, my voice sounding rougher than I intended. I don’t want to come on too strong. I check her face—she’s lost in the moment. She’s into it. Her eyes are half closed, and her lips are parted.

Her other lips are parted too, petal-pink and puffy with desire for me. I see where I’m going to shove my dick inside her, so slick and tight.

“Push a finger up inside those lips,” I tell her. “I want to watch you fuck yourself.” She makes a helpless little moan and does it, which makes my dick jump. This woman, so strong and brave and determined, does what I tell her to when it comes to sex. Because she enjoys it. Because she knows I enjoy it.

“Victoria.” I watch one of her slender fingers, then two, push inside. I hear how wet she is, how ready. “Victoria.” She’s in a trance. I’ll let her stay there. “Sweetheart, pull apart your pussy lips and ride my dick.”

That seems to wake her up. She glances down between our bodies and sees my cock bobbing above the waterline.

“You’re so huge,” she whispers.

She starts wiggling around, her ass moving in my hands, her fingers still up inside her. Her little pink nipples are as rigid as stones. I lean in and bite down on one, then the other. Hard.

“Fuck me, Cal. Please.”

I raise her up another couple of inches. I bring her closer to my chest another couple of inches. And then I give her every inch I have.

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