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I turned to find him already undressing, his swim trunks sliding down his hips with tantalizing slowness. He caught them with a graceful flick of his foot, the firelight from nearby torches dancing across his sculpted muscles. I found myself transfixed, unable to tear my gaze away from his Adonis-like form.
His eyes, dark with passion, locked onto mine. "You want to get undressed, or should I undress you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Heat pooled in my belly as I replied, "Undress me."
Oliver closed the distance between us in two long strides. His fingers deftly untied my bikini top, letting it flutter to the ground. He knelt before me, a reverent expression on his face as he slowly dragged my bottoms down. As I stepped out of them, he surprised me by gently biting one cheek, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine.
"You're good enough to eat," he growled. "Maybe later."
Before I could respond, Oliver scooped me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me into the warm water. This time, his touch was gentle as he lowered me until I could stand on the sandy bottom.
I swam towards a small waterfall nearby, tilting my head back to let the water cascade over my face. Oliver followed, his large hands cupping my breasts underwater. The dual sensation of the pounding water and his touch was intoxicating, and I found myself already teetering on the edge of desire.
Oliver's voice was rough with need as he leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "Mrs. Fox, I would love to fuck you right now with your back against the rocks."
I lifted my head, following his gaze to the smooth rocks behind the waterfall. The idea sent a thrill through me. "I'd like that," I breathed.
"I thought you would," he replied, a knowing smirk on his face.
Unable to resist any longer, I reached for him underwater, stroking his hard length. Oliver groaned, pushing my hand away before lifting me in his strong arms. He carried me through the waterfall, the water creating a shimmering curtain around us as he pressed me against the smooth rock face.
With agonizing slowness, Oliver lowered me onto him, our bodies joining as one. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he gripped my ass, supporting my weight.
Oliver's eyes, dark with passion and something deeper, locked onto mine. "I love you, Ryleigh," he breathed, his voice husky with emotion. "Pinch me."
Confusion flickered across my face. "Why?" I asked, my fingers tracing the contours of his shoulders.
He smiled, a mixture of wonder and disbelief in his expression. "I still can't believe this is real," he confessed, his grip on me tightening slightly.
I couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound mingling with the rush of the waterfall around us. "We had this discussion," I reminded him gently. "I think it should be me asking you to pinch me."
Instead of responding with words, I pressed my mouth to his, our tongues tangling in a passionate dance. Oliver's fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, spurring me on as we moved together. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, my sensitive nipples rubbing against his muscular chest.
As the tension built within me, my breath became ragged. I tore my mouth from his, burying my face against his shoulder and sucking on the muscle there, trying to muffle my cries of ecstasy.
"Oh God, Oliver," I whimpered, my voice barely audible over the rushing water. The dam inside me broke, and I came hard, the intensity of it almost painful as it rippled through my core.
Oliver didn't relent, continuing to thrust up into me. His breath came in pants, hot against my ear. "Ryleigh," he murmured, my name a prayer on his lips just before he groaned deeply. I felt the warmth of his release filling me as his body shuddered against mine.
We clung to each other, our bodies still joined, as the aftershocks of our shared passion washed over us. Oliver's cock remained hard inside me, and I knew that if we stayed like this, round two wouldn't be far off.
"Sweetheart, are you all right?" Oliver asked, concern lacing his tone as he brushed a wet strand of hair from my face.
I smiled lazily, feeling utterly sated. "That was incredible," I sighed. "Can we just stay here all night?"
Oliver's chest rumbled with a low chuckle. "As small as you are," he teased, "I'm not quite sure I can hold you all night. I would, however, like to compromise and spend all night with you in bed."
I raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in my eye. "We will, when we go to sleep."
His fingers trailed down my spine, sending shivers through me. "That's not what I mean, and you know it," he growled playfully.
I bit my lip, considering. "Maybe half the night," I conceded. "After last night, I'm not sure I have the stamina for an entire night."
Oliver's eyes darkened with renewed desire. "We'll see," he murmured, capturing my lips in another searing kiss that promised a night of passion ahead.
As we lost ourselves in each other once more, the waterfall continued to cascade around us, creating a private oasis where nothing existed but our love and desire for one another.
After we went to bed just before 3 a.m., I stirred, opening my eyes and looking out the wall of windows that faced the ocean. In the moonlight, I could swear I saw a silhouette of someone watching us. I blinked a few times and strained my eyes to see in the dark whoever it was, disappeared.
