Page 98 of Phoenix

He pulls back a little and glides his tongue along mine as he does, then he sucks my bottom lip between his.

I try not to moan, but it leaves me involuntarily, and my pussy clenches to the point of pain.

“Do you want me to fuck you here, Phoenix?” he growls into my ear before nibbling on the lobe with his teeth.

“Yes. Please,” I breathe out.

I grip his waist under the water then move one hand to cup his dick through his swimming trunks. I squeeze and that seems to release the beast hiding inside of him.

“My trunks. Push them down,” he commands.

And I do.

I curl my fingers into the waistband and push them down until they rest just under his ass. I feel his cock bob free and press against my thighs. I glide my hand through the water to wrap my fingers around it, and I feel him pulse beneath my touch.

He groans and tugs the strings on either side of my bikini bottoms and gives the fabric a pull until it floats away from my body, leaving me bare and very eager.

I feel so weightless in the water when I wrap my legs around his waist. It makes me feel like it’s just him and me in this world. There’s no one around but us, and the water is our shelter, our freedom.

He keeps himself anchored to the ledge with one hand while the other sinks under the surface. I feel his strong fingers grip my hip and squeeze.

“Put me in.” His voice is raspy and it sends a zip of electricity straight to my clit.

“Kiss me while I do,” I demand.

Our lips touch as I place him against my pussy, letting the wide head spread me open. When he’s placed perfectly, I cradle the back of his neck and drag my nails over his skin when he pushes inside of me bare—without anything separating us—for the very first time.

“Christ, Nora, you’re so soft...wet...” He grunts against my mouth as he moves, pumping into me with a slow, delicious intensity.

My back scrapes up and down the side of the pool, but I welcome the pain. I breathe it into me and relish in every sensation of this moment.

Of his cock filling me to the point of pain. Of his lips bruising mine. Of his tongue. Of his hands, his body, his voice, his being.

His love.

Love.

That’s what this is. That’s what I feel.

He moves his mouth from my lips and lays kisses across my chin and jaw, finally finding a home on my collarbone. I weave my hand into the hair at the top of his head as a tear slips from my eye and rolls down my cheek.

He doesn’t notice as it blends in with the water droplets already present.

I love a man for the first time in my life, and it scares the hell out of me.

I want to drown in him. I want to bury myself inside of his soul where I feel safe, content, and happy...but I can’t.

He rights his head so we are eye to eye once again, his movements have stilled and he just holds himself inside of me.

He is breathing heavily. I can see his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his pulse is thumping so hard it’s visible in his neck.

He cups my face and glides a thumb over my lips. I kiss the pad of it and lean my cheek into his palm.

“Nora...” There’s something in his eyes. Something hiding there that he wants to say, but he thinks better of it.

He begins moving again, slowly, so slowly it could even be the movement of the water causing it. His head caresses that spot deep inside of me and I moan loudly.

“Ohhhh God.”

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