Free The Harp and the Fiddle: Glenncailty Castle, Book 1 by Lila Dubois

and tightening her legs around his waist so that his body slammed into hers. His cock rubbed against her, and he groaned.
    Reaching back, he grabbed her ankles, forcing her to let go of him. He stepped out from between her legs, yanking her wet panties down and off. 
    “Are you ready for me?” His voice was a rough growl. Standing above her, outlined in starlight, he was like a sea creature of old, risen from the cold sea to claim her for himself.
    “Yes.”
    His fingers delved between her legs once more, testing her. As he parted her legs to step between them, she gasped. The water was shockingly cold against her warm core.
    “Does this hurt?” One thick finger rubbed her clit, then slid into her body.
    “No, it feels good.” She arched her back, feeling his finger flex within her. “The water’s cold.”
    “I’ll warm you up.” There was a grin in his voice.
    He pumped his fingers into her, stretching her, filling her.
    Water lapped against the pool, the soft tap, tap, tap lost under the sound of Caera’s moans and sighs. 
    “You’re tight.” Tim’s voice was rough with desire.
    “I’m ready.” Caera reached down with one hand, trying to push his hand away as she simultaneously drew his hips towards the apex of her thighs.
    “Not yet.” He tipped his hips away, his cock rubbing against her thigh, close to where she wanted it, but not close enough. It wasn’t enough.
    “I want you. I want you in me.”
    “And I want you to come for me.”
    His fingers pumped into her as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Pleasure built low in her belly. Her skin trembled with it, her nipples drawing so tight they hurt. 
    He added a second finger, opening her, stretching her. That was enough, coupled with his thumb on her clit, to send her over the edge. Her fingers squeezed the side of the pool, her legs clamping back tight around Tim’s hips as the orgasm shook her. She gasped and arched her sex into his hand as the shivers of pleasure skittered through her.
    “I wish I could see you. Later I want to see you, see your face as you come.”
    Caera didn’t answer. Post-orgasm warmth filled her.
    Drawing his fingers from her, he held her hips in his hands, thumbs pressing against her hipbones. He pulled her away from the pool edge, her fingertips scraping over the rough stone border as he drew her into the center of the pool. The water caressed her sides, her core.
    Tim held her up, held her in place and kissed a path from belly to breastbone. His lips veered to the side, taking her cold, beaded nipple into his warm mouth. Caera tipped her head back as the pleasure swamped her. She was so caught up that she didn’t think about the water until it rushed over her forehead. She jerked up, gasping as the water touched her mouth. 
    “I’ve got you.” Tim slid a hand under her back. He pulled her upright, their upper bodies sliding wetly against each other. 
    Caera’s hair fell against her shoulders, a cold blanket. She wrapped her arms around Tim’s neck, her legs tight around his hips. The orgasm he’d drawn from her wasn’t enough. The dark desire, the deep madness was still rolling inside her. She kissed him, their cold lips meeting, pressing together with frantic energy. 
    He tasted like man. She wanted him in her, wanted him to fill her until she didn’t feel so alone. 
    Water rose up her waist to her breasts as he walked them deeper into the pool. 
    “Are you ready?”
    “Yes.”
    Tim put a hand under her ass, lifting her higher. Caera braced her elbows on his shoulders. His cock, which had been resting on her belly, slid down between her legs. The tip pressed against her sex, and Caera shifted until the head was poised, ready to enter her.
    Tim grasped her hips, drawing her down onto his cock. Cool water rushed around her sex, mixing fire and ice as his hot, thick cock entered her. Caera gasped, pressing her cheek alongside Tim’s. His ragged breathing was loud in her ear. 
    When he was deep