Page 72 of Bene

So fine.

Fine.

She’d just give it to him.

He could have it.

If only she could fix this.

“Are you getting in, or not?” he asked, words teasing the seam of her lips.

Vanna pulled off her dress when he backed away.

Her panties went next.

Then, her bra.

He jumped in first, cutting through the water, and coming back up with a swing of his head that tossed the water from his face as though he’d done it a million times before.

The phone kept ringing behind her.

Vanna jumped in second.

Free falling.

Twenty feet below.

Bene’s knowing, sexy laughter surrounded her as adrenaline rushed through her bloodstream, and she swore it felt like she was flying as she cut through the air. She hit the water, slicing through it as it took her breath away.

She was right.

It had been cold.

Bene was right there to make her warm when she came up for air, though.

Bene grabbed Vanna the second she came up for air, dragging her to him in the water until her legs wrapped around his waist, and his lips found hers. She tasted like the clean water of the falls, of the droplets falling on his face from the waterfall overhead, and of the air all around them.

Clean.

Clear.

Crisp.

Her mouth parted for him, giving over to his teeth scraping against her bottom lip, a silent demand for her to open. She knew his kiss well, now. Her tongue warred with his, something that had his cock hardening more than just the sight of seeing her naked standing on the rocks above had done for him. Oh, he loved that sight sure, and his dick felt like it would be able to pound through rocks, but now it was almost painfully hard from wanting her.

Their kiss never broke as Bene moved them backward in the small pool of deep water. Closer to the rocky edge at the bottom of the small waterfall the water was far more shadow, and he was even able to sit on it with his legs hanging over into the deeper portion.

Vanna didn’t hesitate to straddle him on the ledge, her bare pussy under the water grinding against his cock in the best fucking way. Enough to think he might blow his load if she didn’t chill the hell out, and that was not what he wanted.

Not then, anyway.

“Safe, safe,” he mumbled against her lips, “tell me you’re safe.”

“Yeah, the shot.”

God was so good to him.

Bene did a lot of crazy shit, and undoubtedly took more risks that he ever should in his young life, but fucking raw wasn’t one of them. And yet, this wasn’t the first time he’d done exactly that with Vanna. Had he ever brought home a chick pregnant before he was settled, his father would have throttled him for the first and only time in his life. And sure, he might be stupid, but he wasn’t quite that stupid.