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"Don’t touch ain and brushes my hair to the side His ht puffs, and then the wet velvet of his tongue strokes me where his breath has just been He trails ainst each vertebra, and I clench e control and keep the me pulsate with desire "Please, Eli"

Finally, he touches me His wet hands ski my panties with his thumbs, he slides therabs them, and throws them to the shore

"Christ, you’re beautiful," he whispers close to h ain, and it’s so painfully slow and erotic that I nearly explode right there Again I don’t But I can’t control the moan of pleasure that escapes me

I don’t miss his sharp intake of air

I don’t kno e hands close over my breasts as his mouth claims that portion where my neck meets my shoulder His thumbs brush the hardened, sensitive tips, and ainst his chest

He ainstinto the sain

He kisses my jaw, then moves his mouth to my ear "I want to see how ready you are for me, love Can you stand it?"

Between breaths, I shiver and whisper, "Can you?"

A lol ru one hand possessively cupped over my breast, he slides his other hand over one hip, over the flat of my stomach, then farther, closer

The rowl tears fro his hand still against my wetness His whisper turns hoarse "Now" He dips inside of ainst hi ainst his hand

It doesn’t work

A gradual climax, one pulse at a time, increases with each beat, with each ainst his shoulder, taking his flesh between as hs still quivering from pleasure

I tread water and welcome its tepid temperature to somewhat cool the fire he has caused within me YetI’m somehow not satisfied I hadn’t wanted to explode, but, dao on forever

Bathed in the matic male, Eli, stands tall, thick, y shi waves His hair, silver fro him look wild, untay Scottish sea cliff, a bolt of plaid draped over one shoulder, sword strapped to his side, a fierce hipping his hair The beauty of it sucks the air fros And I have no idea where that vision comes from Eli isn’t Scottish And he’s not a Celt

He releases me for a moment, ducks under the water, swi down his chest He holds out an arme Inexplicable I push it to the far corners of my brain and justaccept

We both tread water as we meet "Look at me," he says

I do I still can’t see his face Not completely anyway

"I can only offer you this ret underlines his words

I draw in a deep breath "Don’t be silly, Eli," I whisper "We’re engaged Remember?"

"Hold on to my shoulders," he whispers

Hard, thick ertips as I hold on With one hand under the water, he pullsinto ainst htens

With the pad of his thu his uesat first, and then he breaks the kiss, angles my head, and hbetween us,me backward, his eyes, still two dark orbs not fully visible, lock with mine and he turns, lifts me around his waist Biceps s around s encircle him, he slides into asp,as my feminine ain

"Put your arms around my neck," he commands