Page 90 of Truly, Madly, Deeply

Colin tore his lips from hers. “Shit. Hold on. I’ve got you. Just lemme—” He shifted her in his arms, wedging a hand between their bodies. He tugged at the crotch of her swimsuit, dragging it aside, fingers sliding over her clit.

She dropped her head against his shoulder, teeth finding the thick tendon straining in his neck and biting hard.

She sucked lazily at the junction of skin where his throat met his shoulder, brain fuzzy, comforted by the feeling of his arms around her, keeping her afloat. Her back hit something sturdy and she lifted her head, opening her eyes.

He’d paddled them to the dock and pinned her up against the ladder.

Colin rested his forehead against hers. “Want me to make you feel good?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded and, trusting him to keep her from drowning, dragged the top of her swimsuit down.

Colin stared at her chest, looking like he’d seen God in the flesh. “Fuck.” He managed to make that word sound like praise and condemnation all in one. “Knew you’d have perfect tits. Christ.” Two of his thick fingers slipped inside her, filling her up, water washing away most of her natural slick, friction flirting with the line of too much. His thumb found her clit and his fingers slid deeper, pressing against that place that made her see stars, that had made her gush all over his face and left his chin dripping. “Touch yourself, baby? Please? Fuck. Pretty please?”

Who was she to deny such a polite request? She reached down and plucked at her nipples the way she liked, pinching hard enough that her back arched, the pleasure sharp and bittersweet, just the right side of painful.

“You like that, don’t you?” He crooked his fingers forward against that sensitive bundle of nerves, making her whimper. “You’re strangling my fingers.”

She panted up at the darkening sky, water lapping at her chest, tension coiling in her belly. “Imagine what I’m gonna feel like around your cock.”

Colin jerked against her and swore. “Fuck. I want that so bad. You have no idea.”

If she didn’t get her hands on him, she was pretty sure she’d die. “Can I touch you? Say yes.”

He bobbed his head. “Yeah. Yes. Anything you want.” His hips jerked against her, clothed cock sliding against the crease of her thigh.

It was enough to make her dizzy, being granted permission to reach between them and slide her fingers beneath his waistband, to slip her hand inside his shorts and fist his cock, to feel the slide of silky soft skin over his rigid length.

His thumb sped against her clit and her own rhythm faltered.

“Go on,” he said. “Whatever you need.” His fingers curled harder, the pressure inside her coiling tighter. “I’m yours, Truly.”

One of her legs spasmed, her heel kicking the back of his thigh as she fractured, feeling like her soul was being ripped from her body. Her hand gripped his neck, nails biting into the skin of his shoulder, mole-splattered perfection. If it weren’t for his hand cradling the back of her head, she might’ve knocked herself unconscious against the pile at her back, her neck arching and her whole body jerking.

“That’s it,” Colin murmured, voice reaching her ears over—oh, she was the one making those noises, soft mewls and pitiful whines as she squirmed against him, the pleasure so good, too good, it was like she couldn’t handle it. Like her body didn’t know how to process this much pleasure. “Shhh. That’s it. I’ve got you.”

Tears dripped freely down her face, mingling with the lake water trickling from her bangs. Colin kissed her cheek, tongue darting out, tasting her tears. Her cunt clenched around his fingers and he kept going, curling his fingers inside her with even more determination.

“I can’t,” she muttered, head thrashing.

Colin scoffed, almost mean, the sound softened by the gentle press of his lips against her temple. “That’s a lie. You and I both know you can.”

She gripped his cock and tugged, swiped her thumb over the head where, if it weren’t for the lake water, she knew without a fraction of a doubt he’d be weeping for her. Colin hissed and shifted, pinning her against the ladder, knees keeping her thighs spread so his right hand could reach up and grip the dock.

Truly buried her face against him. “Want you to come. Want to make you come.”

Colin choked on his next breath, cock jerking in her fist as he managed to thumb her oversensitive clit with just the right pressure to send her careening over the edge for the second time.

Distantly, over the rush of blood inside her head and the high-pitched whines escaping her throat, she heard him swear. His fingers spasmed inside her, his thighs shaking and neck straining, a silent shout trapped in his throat.

“Ah, shit,” he slurred, after only a handful of heartbeats. “I think you killed me. I think I’m dead. Is this heaven?”

She giggled and slapped his arm weakly, her limbs limp as noodles. “You’re still alive, you cornball.”

“I don’t know.” He grinned at her, lids low and eyes hazy. Pride swelled inside her because she’d done that. “Sure you aren’t an angel?”

She scoffed and ran her fingers through the water between them, wisps of his come clinging to her fingers. “Considering what we just did? I think not.”

Colin slipped his fingers from her and popped them right in his mouth, sucking them clean, lapping at the space between them like he didn’t want to miss a drop. “Definitely considering what we just did.”

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