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She shrieked while he tugged her over to him. He ignored the water sloshing around them once she landed on his lap. He turned her to straddle him, bringing her as close to him as possible.
That was much better.
The need for her grew in his chest, and he couldn’t fight it anymore. He’d had a small taste, but he wanted it all.
All of her.
“Is this better?” Anya whispered.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes studied him then flickered up to his hair. She ran her fingers through the long strands, sending a chill down his body.
He gripped her ass and brought her flush to his cock.
She released a gasp.
“What do you think?”
Her gaze flickered back to his. “I think I like my new seat.”
With a growl, he reached up and brought her face close to his. He slammed his mouth on hers, no longer able to resist.
He swallowed her moan. The kiss was full of passion and heat. She shifted her pelvis, sliding her core along the length of him. He groaned and ran his hand up her back, finding the clasp of her bra. He undid the contraption, and with her help, they got rid of it.
He tore his mouth from hers and stared at her breasts.
They were perfect.
He lifted a hand to one and cupped it, testing its weight. It filled his hand completely. He massaged the soft flesh, teasing Anya’s beaded nipple.
“Dalton,” she moaned, her head thrown back.
The sound of his name broke him from the spell of her magnificent breasts. He lifted it and took the mound in his mouth. He bathed her bud with his tongue, his cock growing even harder.
Her fingers threaded their way into his hair as if to hold him in place.
Little did she know, he had planned to savor every inch of her. Her skin was soft and reminded him of the sweetest peach.
“Oh God,” she whispered when he moved to the other one.
The water sloshed around them, but Dalton couldn’t care less.
She pulled him up by his hair, tilting his head back to permit her to press her lips to his.
He allowed her to control the kiss.
Whatever she wanted—he would give her.
He glided his hands down her soft body. He wanted to memorize every inch of her.
Later.
Because, after all, there would be more.
His hand found her panties. He pushed the offending material down. With Anya’s help, they discarded them. Their lips barely moved away from each other.
Dalton roamed his hands over Anya’s body. He couldn’t get enough of her lips, the feel of her breasts crushed against his chest, and he wanted more.
He slid his fingers along her hip and reached her soft mound. He parted her folds and found her clit.
