The water is over me, under me, a lover’s touch on every inch of my flesh. And he is like water, fluid and graceful, gliding across my skin. I am wet, outside and in.
His mouth closes over my nipple, and my moan sends bubbles, like tiny messages, to the surface. I watch them break against the rippling barrier above us. He sucks, teeth grazing, and I shudder. I wrap my legs around his waist, struggling to press myself against him, against anything, to relieve the building pressure.
Hands and mouth against both breasts. I arch back, body bowed, buoyed by the water…
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