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within her, Tim moved one hand from her hips, stroking his way up her back. He cupped her head, turning her face to his for a kiss. With their lips fused together, he flexed his hips, pumping his cock into her with small jerks.
    They thrust together for what felt like an eternity, a perfect eternity where the pleasure rose gently but wasn’t enough to take her to the peak. It was Caera who broke the moment, needing and wanting more.
    “Fuck me, I want you to fuck me.” She stared into his eyes, their dark glitter in the starlight almost menacing.
    He was silent for a moment, his gaze searching his face. 
    “I’ll fuck you—” his hips flexed, cock sliding in and out a bare half inch, 
    “—if you agree to make love to me in the morning.”
    “What?”
    “Fucking now, make love later. That’s the deal.”
    Make love. Caera knew nothing about gentle sex, and she didn’t want love.
    “I want you to fuck me.”
    “Then agree to what I want.”
    “That’s blackmail.”
    “Maybe, but I have a suspicion that when this is over you’ll disappear.”
    “If you don’t want me…” Caera unwound her arms from his neck.
    “You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine, now and again in the morning.” 
    Caera shivered, but not from the cold. His words both thrilled and terrified her. She’d heard similar words from a man before, but from Tim they were exciting, a promise of pleasure to come.
    “Yes.” Her answer surprised her. “I’ll…make love…to you in the morning.”
    “Good.”
    Tim withdrew his cock, then thrust in, hard and deep. Caera threw her head back, shaken by the sensation of being so thoroughly filled. Water splashed around them as Tim slammed her down onto his cock. Over and over he fucked her as the pleasure grew far beyond anything she’d experienced before. 
    When that wasn’t enough, he walked them back into the shallows.
    “Turn over, grab the edge.”
    Caera unhooked her arms and legs from around him, splashing in the water in her haste. She bent at the waist, lowering her breasts into the water. Folding her arms along the edge, she rested her cheek on them. Tim grabbed her ass, squeezing and separating the globes. He traced a line down her spine, between the cheeks of her ass. His finger hovered briefly at her anus, rubbing the sensitive skin there. Caera shivered, frightened and secretly thrilled that he might fuck her ass, even if it were only with his finger. 
    “Have you been fucked anally before?”
    Dark memories threatened to flood her mind and destroy the pleasure coiled within her. “I don’t talk about my past.” She bit off the words.
    Tim’s finger stilled, then left her ass. Parting the lips of her sex, he positioned his cock. This time he entered her with a smooth, hard thrust. His thighs slapped hers, the water splashing around their hips.
    The memories his words had brought up were shattered as he filled her. She gasped, her breath raising goose flesh along her forearms.
    “Yes, yes. That’s what I want. I want you to fuck me.”
    Tim withdrew, thrust in again. Each stroke was powerful and deep, the rhythm building in tempo until he was slamming into her hard and fast, her body shaking with need. 
    “You’re beautiful, so beautiful.” His words were broken, his breathing fast. 
    “I’m close. Please, I’m close.”
    “Yes, come. Come with me.” Tim reached under her, pushing his foot between her ankles to spread her legs. Now his fingers could reach her clit, rubbing the swollen nub.
    Waves of pleasure crashed over her. The orgasm made her clench her teeth, her sex vising around his cock. Tim growled, then withdrew, rubbing his cock along the cleft of her ass until he too groaned in orgasm.
    Exhaustion overcame Caera. She slid away from the pool edge and would have slipped under the water if Tim hadn’t caught her. Lifting her in his arms with one hand under her shoulders, the other under her knees, he carried her from the water. 
     
     
    Caera