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face until my trembling began to subside. Then, slowly, let me go, easing me back into the water until I was floating, heart beating hard in my ears, breath coming in harsh gasps.
    “That’s my girl,” he murmured, kissing my inner thighs as I floated, weightless. “Again?”
    “No!” I yelped in protest when he moved to lick me, covering my bare, swollen mound with my hand. “I’ll die!”
    He laughed, grabbing my hips and pulling me down into the water with him. It wasn’t deep here—we could both stand. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and tasted myself in his mouth when he kissed me. His cock was like an iron bar against my belly as we floated together.
    “Now can I have?” I reached my hand between us, grasping his length, feeling his body respond instantly.
    “Only if you promise me you won’t make me come in your mouth.” He licked my neck, kissing my collarbone as I stroked him lazily under the water. “I want to fuck you again.”
    A jolt of electricity shot through me and I nodded, promising. Anything, anything. I just had to taste him.
    Rob floated us to the edge of the pool again and I watched, transfixed, as he slid himself onto the edge. The man didn’t have to worry about shrinkage, that was for sure. His cock stood straight up, wet and glistening, his scrotum dripping water, resting on the edge of the pool.
    I felt his hand moving in my wet hair as I took him in my fist, pumping gently as I tongued his balls first. They were shaved completely smooth and I delighted in the taut pull of his skin, sucking first one, then the other into my mouth, hearing him moan and feeling his hand tighten into a fist.
    I lapped at the base of his cock, licking all the water droplets off, working my tongue up toward the tip. He watched me with hungry eyes as I eased the head into my mouth, moaning around his length. Just having his cock in my mouth made me want him again. My pussy clamped down on nothing but was looking for more. For him.
    “Oh baby.” He moaned as I took him deeper, as deep into my throat as I could without gagging, my eyes never leaving his. I loved watching the pleasure there, that heavy lidded look of lust, feeling his cock throb against my tongue. “Easy, easy. I could fill your mouth right now.”
    I wanted him to. I wanted to taste him, feel him let go in my mouth, the thrust and throb and explosion of him on my tongue. But my pussy wanted him more.
    “You want to fuck me?” I whispered, teasing the tip with my tongue, cupping his balls in my other hand as I floated in the water between his open legs.
    He smiled, sliding back into the water to take me in his arms. It was like a dream as he entered me, impaling me on his entire length, making me gasp and clutch at him. He held me close, hands gripping m y hips, guiding me fluidly, hips grinding into mine. His breath grew ragged in my ear as we neared the edge of the pool. There were steps here and he set me on one, still submerged from the waist down. He poised himself above me, his cock still moving, faster now, finding its way deep into my womb.
    I looked up at him, at the stars, his skin glistening in the silver moonlight as I ran my hands down his chest, his belly, touching him where he entered me, making us both gasp.
    “Yes,” he urged, looking down, watching as I rubbed my clit. “Do it. Make yourself come all over my cock, baby.”
    Oh. God.
    Water splashed all around us as his pace increased. I let him hold me, rock me, knowing he was going to take me there again. The easy glide of his cock between my legs, the tantalizing tease of my fingers against my clit, the way his chest grazed my hard, aching nipples, were more than enough to take me there. But it was his mouth against my ear, the harsh pull of his breath, the way he whispered my name and told me he loved me, that I was his, that carried me there.
    “Mine,” he growled through gritted teeth, hips moving of their own accord now. We were animals rutting, blinded