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Our lips barely touch.

It’s like they’re communicating on their own through breathy moans, and when our lips touch while we move, the spark from that small contact lights me on fire.

She starts slow as she rises up and falls down, her wet body sliding against mine with sexy precision. Then she rides me faster and wilder as my legs tense beneath her, holding us up with the help of the water.

“Fucking hell,” I growl, and my teeth graze her chin.

It’s not long before Sam is bouncing in my arms, and the splashes increase in size and sound. They mix with the beat of drums below, probably from a fun luau we’re missing, but I don’t give a shit.

There’s literally nowhere else I’d rather be than here with Sam.

We continue splashing water more violently as she picks up her pace even more, and I meet her hips halfway, the friction of sex in a pool hot and unique.

We’re wet.

Untamed.

Basking in the beauty of the island and this summer together. Sam pants in my ear, her loud breaths cheering me on and driving me to thrust faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

Leaning my forehead to hers, I take over completely and roll my hips upward while I press her down. “Do I make you feel good, gorgeous?” I ask gruffly.

“God… yes.” She covers my mouth with hers, and her chest expands against my hard body, her wet breasts rubbing across my pecs.

It’s erotic.

The water reaches my chin, and I drown in her, burying myself as far inside her as possible.

My balls meet the curve of her ass with each thrust.

Adrenaline shoots down my spine.

And my release comes fast and hard, slamming into me with a feral vehemence.

It takes me by surprise, and it seems to do the same with Sam as her high-pitched moan fills the quiet evening.

“Shit,” I mutter, digging my fingers into her hair and holding on as my body pulses with blissful satisfaction.

Sam shakes in my arms, and the ripples across the surface of the water grow, diminishing toward the opposite ends.

I didn’t see this woman coming, but she burst into my life with her ruffled pink dresses and strappy sandals.

Her matching gym sets and dirty sneakers from so many jump squats and miles ran in them.

Her refreshing sense of humor and big heart.

As I hold her in my arms, it feels like my life is just beginning, and my chest stirs with a feeling I’ve never known before.

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