Swim, swim, fucking swim.
“I’ll go first.” I grip the bars, lift my legs, and swing out over the water in a seamless arch. When I reach the threshold—a second before the rope starts to swing back—I let go, landing feet first in the water after a perfect backflip. I break the surface and sigh with pleasure; the cool water feels amazing against my overheated skin.
Squinting through the darkness, I spot Sofia on the bank. “Come on! It’s beautiful.”
Then, with an earsplitting shriek, she’s swinging out toward me. Just as I shout, “Let go!” she does, and cannonballs into the river.
She comes up laughing, choking just a bit. Her skin is slick and shiny, her wet hair heavy and long.
“Is my top still on?” She checks the strings tied around her neck.
“Unfortunately, yes.”
Her face is ecstatic, like a little girl seeing the vast ocean for the very first time. “I’m doing that again!”
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Later, Sofia lies on her back on the bank, her foot stirring through the water. “This is the best idea you’ve ever had,” she sighs.
I watch her from the shallows, ripples lapping around my hips. My voice is hoarse—almost unrecognizable. “I’m thinkin’ of a few better ones right now.”
She lifts her head and meets my eyes. And just like that, her breathing picks up. Her chest rises and falls a little faster. Her pulse throbs in her neck just a little bit harder.
“Come here, Sofia.”
Her gaze doesn’t leave my face as she slides into the water, moving closer. When she’s just an arm’s length away, I take a deep breath. “You said no sex when we got to my home—but I want you so badly, I can taste you.”
She stares at my mouth, debating. And I can’t help but smirk.
It’s the smirk that does her in. Because a second later, she’s pulling me to her, murmuring, “Fuck it.”
“Oh, darlin’, I plan to.”
The moment my lips touch hers, the second my tongue invades the wet heat of her mouth, I’m moaning. It feels like it’s been fucking forever. She grips my bicep, nails digging in, her tongue as eager as my own.
I pull the string on her bikini, releasing soft, lush flesh. In one motion, I wrap her legs around my waist, hoist her higher and lower my head. And my mouth is on her, sucking her already pointed nipple into my mouth, laving with my tongue, lapping at the water on her skin and the taste of her. Christ, I could do just this for hours.
And sensations hit me, blinding and contradictory.
Everything that wasn’t there when I was kissing Jenny. The insane desire, the unexplainable need, wanting to spend hours and days with the woman in my arms, yet never wanting this moment to end. Needing to come so badly my dick throbs painfully, yet wanting to stay buried inside her all night.
I’m totally screwed. But in this second, there’s not a goddamn thing I would change.
Sofia writhes and whimpers in my arms. Her hips rub, gyrate against the planes of my stomach, her hands clasp at my head, pull at my hair.
And I take my time worshipping her gorgeous tits. Keeping one arm around her back, my free hand massages her breast, pinching the nipple until she gasps.
Sofia doesn’t seem to have the same patience as I do.
“Stanton, please,” she begs, her chin rubbing against my hair. “Oh God, I need you to fuck me.”
I trace over the hickeys on her chest with my tongue, then suck, re-marking her. “Not yet.”
She uncurls her legs and slides down my front. My cock aches from the friction and my hips grind forward, searching for more. Then Sofia takes matters into her own hands.
Literally.
I kiss her mouth, nipping her lip with my teeth, when I see her hand dip below the water, into her bathing suit.
Oh, fuck.