Page 99 of Holding On

She smiles and rises, taking a flower from the roof and sliding it into her hair. It’s red, like the bathing suit she’s not going to wear. When we get to the quarry, the water is as smooth as glass and crystal clear. It’s hot today, and the water will be even warmer than yesterday.

She steps out of her shorts and peels her tank top over her head. Her breasts are small and round.

“Perfect mouthful,” I say and kiss one.

She shivers and then laughs and says, “Okay, let’s not do that right here.”

Her body is smooth and dark and glides into the water like a dream.

I follow, and we head out to the center of the quarry, near the rocks. She turns and says, “Can we talk about what you want?”

“Okay,” I say. “I want you.”

I know it’s a corny line, but it’s true.

“Well, you have me. For right now,” she says.

There’s a flutter in my stomach.

What the hell does that mean?

“But what do you want?” she says, wiping water from her face.

“Right now, I want this.” I put both arms around her for a long kiss. We sink under the surface of the water for just a moment. She relaxes in my arms, the warm water leaving us both sensitive to touch. Fingertips brush my skin, the tops of my pecs, and wrap around my back to pull me close. She runs a foot up my inner thigh and her hand slips around my neck. I’m instantly hard.

I push up with my arms, and we break the surface.

“What are you? A Siren?”

She laughs and then follows me to the far end of the quarry where we can stand. The rocks under our feet are big and slippery, and there’s a granite shelf four feet or so below the surface. It’s a great spot where you can stand and then step off, and the water is immediately twenty feet deeper. It’s like an underwater cliff. We stand, water up to our chests, and we peer into the water as I hold her arm.

She looks down into the depths. “This is beautiful.” Then she turns to face me. “So’s this.”

She reaches down and holds my prick. She grips it hard in her hand and then cups my balls with her other hand, rubbing them. I moan softly and kiss her. Then her thumb does something with the tip, and I nearly lose my footing.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, my hands on her shoulders.

“Oh, I think you know what I’m doing.” She tilts her head up, cups the back of my head, and pulls me down for a long, wet kiss.

Two can play this game. Sliding a hand down her back, I find her from behind and slip my finger inside her vagina. And as warm as the water is, my finger is instantly hot.

I start to rub her, touching up behind her pubic bone. Here, her soft folds are like velvet, but I also know how they can clench me.

She shudders and her eyes close. She’s wet and slick, but I suddenly let go, pull my finger out, and grip both of her biceps and lift her up. Her eyes fly open, and she gasps when I settle her right onto me.

I thrust, deep within her, bucking. She arches back, one arm across her face, the other strokes her own breasts. I hold her shoulder blades in my hands, supporting her as she writhes at my tip, and I drive into her again and again, moving for the both of us until she clenches me.

“Travis. Oh God, Travis,” she says, her mouth open, her eyelids heavy. She cries out, legs gripping around my back, and I come, lost, bucking not because I want to, but because I can’t stop.

Her chest quivers and she coughs, clinging to me like a lifebuoy. She gasps and wipes water from both our faces, and when she kisses me, her lips tremble.

“Ready?” I say as our lips part.

She nods. I slide her off, and as water swirls around my dick, that extra sensation creates an unexpected thrill. A tremor runs through my body. She stands in the water, still panting, her upper lip beaded in sweat.

“Oh my God, Travis.” She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her thin body against mine.

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