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I almost forget I can’t swim because with him I am invincible.
His low groan heightens my need for him, and as he pushes me against the side of the pool, he pulls back and says huskily, “I want to be inside you.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
His cock throbs against my pussy, and as my legs wrap around his waist, he eases in slowly, almost with hesitation.
It’s a rush I wasn’t expecting as he pushes in deeper, my body accommodating his as if it was made to fit. It’s intense as we stare into one another’s eyes the entire time, lust turning to ecstasy as he buries into me to the hilt.
“I knew you would be amazing, Taylor.”
He uses my name, and it spikes passion in my soul.
I don’t tear my eyes away from his as he fucks me slowly, gently, almost reverently, and it’s remarkable how the dominant inside him has been replaced by somethingeven sexier. We are connected in every way as the only thing I can see is him. Not where we are, the fact we are not alone in the house, or who he is. Here, in the water, minus any clothes, material possessions, or inhibitions, we are as free as nature delivered us, two bodies joined together and two minds fascinated by the other.
Warm tingles shoot through my body as he explores slowly, with care, not rushing a minute. Savoring every second, dragging in and out with slow precision, building my pleasure, embracing his.
My hands rest on his shoulders as I push down harder on his cock, loving the friction it creates, riding him a little harder.
His deep groan lights a spark inside me as he increases the pace, scraping against my walls, carving our names into a love heart on the side of them.
The water laps against us, washing away the heat of our bodies, prolonging the moment, supporting us like he said it would. Here we are two equals, reveling in our desire, our lust for another, and our greed for more.
“Harder.” I gasp and he grips my hair, angling my head back as he nips at my throat, pushing in deeper, harder, with more urgency, powering inside me, awakening the dominant inside him. He fucks me now, ruthless, domineering and without care and I love it. I moan against his hand that slaps hard against my mouth, pressing my lips together, my screams building behind it.
He is everywhere — inside me, my body, head, and soul and I see nothing but him, want nobody but him. I am free, without fear, and at peace, and it’s too much tohold the dam any longer. My scream tears through the silence of the mountain range, almost a battle cry, and as he comes hard inside me, it shatters me completely, and my mind goes somewhere else entirely as everything around me fades into oblivion.
Chapter Forty-Four
Tommaso
Iwatch her sleeping like an angel in my bed. The first woman I have ever allowed that pleasure.
I carried her dripping from the pool. Her body limp, her mind somewhere else entirely. Water trailed behind us as I carried her protectively to my room, lying her in the bed with no care for the sheets. I wrapped her shivering in the comforter and pressed my slick body against hers, sharing my warmth, relishing the skin on skin as our bodies molded together.
As my arms curled around her protectively, my heart exploded. I have never experienced emotion like this. Taylor is the first woman I’ve ever wanted in this way. I’m mindful I must share her, and I’m good with that because one third of her time is better than none at all.
Her breasts press against my chest, and her soft moan of contentment brings a smile to my face. Her heart is beating slowly against mine as she drifts in and out ofconsciousness, small sweet sounds of happiness lighting the air between us.
She has found a home with us but has made this space into a home. It wasn’t before. It was merely a place to go to relax. Now it’s more. It’s special because she is here with me – alone at last.
I must have fallen asleep because from the far reaches of my mind, a familiar sound rouses me from oblivion.
Taylor stirs in my arms and whispers, “What’s happening?”
My heart sinks as I face the fact our solitary bliss is about to be shattered.
“The calvary’s arrived, princess.”
“I don’t understand.”
Her sweet voice is husky, her body warm and softly compliant against mine, and I tighten my hold on her, reluctant to surrender this moment.
“I’m guessing my brothers have come to check on you.”
She chuckles against my chest. “You must be pissed about that.”
I lean down and kiss her with desperation, accepting our time together will always be bittersweet.
