Book 2: Slow This Time

Anwen

Estrella rolls her hips against my hand, against my softening cock still inside her. I groan. I’ll fuck her fast, slow, whatever she’ll allow to just keep tasting her.

She starts to try to stand up, and I instinctively tighten my grip on her hair. She shivers—I knew she liked a little pain with her pleasure—but pries my hand free. Wordlessly, she walks into the tiny pool at the center of the little oasis we stumbled into.

I’m going to get that moment painted someday. Life-sized, if I can help it. Hang it over our bed where I can see it every single time I wake up. There’s no way I’m ever forgetting this.

She glances over her shoulder, obviously asking if I’m coming.

If I’m lucky.

I scramble to my feet and follow her in. The water is warm like a bath, and the sandy bottom soft under my feet. It covers me up to my mid-chest. Her breasts float. I drift closer and drag my thumb over one of her nipples. It stiffens instantly, and