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“Dalton.”
His name was drawn out in a long, tortured moan. Anya’s hips thrust toward his hand. He rubbed gentle circles around her delicate flesh.
“What do you need, Anya?” he ground out, tearing his mouth from hers.
Her small gasps heightened his arousal for her. His cock was pushing against his briefs. He bit out a curse that he hadn’t taken them off before he’d gotten into the water. There was no way he’d release Anya now.
They would have to be creative.
“I-I don’t know,” she whimpered. Her eyes were closed, and her skin practically glowed.
The sight of her caught up in rapture was breathtaking. He applied even more pressure on her nub.
He nipped her chin. “You know, Anya. Tell me.”
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed in her scent. It was one that he would only attribute to Anya.
He eased his fingers farther into her slit, coaxing gasps and moans from her.
“Dalton,” she ground out as she rode his hand.
“Tell me,” he repeated. He wanted to hear Anya tell him what she wanted.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he welcomed the sting of pain.
“You,” she admitted. “Inside me.”
Fuck.
He strummed her bundle of nerves until her body tightened. She released a cry. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him to her while she crested. He stroked her until she was left trembling on his lap.
He reached down and pulled himself out of the front slit of his shorts. His cock sprang free and stood erect. The water, now warm, did nothing but help heighten his arousal.
Dalton couldn’t take his eyes off Anya. He was actually slightly jealous of the way the water coated her skin. He watched a few drops trail down the side of her face before disappearing underneath her neck.
“Lift up, baby. Can you do that?” he whispered.
Her eyes flew open, and she met his gaze. She gave a slight nod and pushed up.
Dalton gripped his engorged cock in his hand and lined up the head with her opening. The water helped with her slickness. He bit back a groan at the sensation of her pussy slowly accepting him.
Their gazes remained locked as she slowly impaled herself on him.
Dalton let out a breath once she was fully seated. Her eyes were wide and slightly dazed.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered.
Dalton gripped her ass and tried to take in deep breaths.
“So good,” she murmured.
Anya rotated her hips, and he squeezed her.
“Hold on to that thought.” He gave a shaky laugh.
Hell, if she did that any more, this would be over before they’d even begun.
Her lips curled up. Anya leaned down and pressed them against his. Her mouth opened for him immediately. He took over the kiss. It was more aggressive and desperate than before.
