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She cast a glance at him over her shoulder that was unintentionally sultry, like everything she did. “Are you ready?”

He was ready to bed her. Swimming was another matter. All he had to do was look at Phee, and he wanted to pin her against the nearest surface and sink inside her until she was moaning his name.

Apollo dropped his dressing gown from numb fingers. “Ready.”

Without another word, he moved past her, jumping into the cool, clear waters of the grotto. He broke the surface, dripping, his hair long enough that he could flick it behind him and it reached his shoulders.

Phee watched him from the edge, eyes wide and fixated upon his chest. He let her look her fill, whilst he did the same. She was even more perfect than he had remembered from the night before, her full breasts, the mound between her thighs both begging for his mouth.

He swam to the edge and offered her an outstretched hand, palm up. “Come here.”

She stared at his hand, clearly nervous.

“You can do it,” he prodded her. “There’s nothing to fret over. I’m here.”

Phee hesitated. “I don’t know…”

“Trust me, love.”

The vulnerability on her face—freed of the silk mask she insisted upon keeping in place whenever they were not alone together—made the jagged pieces inside him soften and shift. Here was a side of her that was for him alone, one he did not doubt she kept hidden from everyone else.

She settled her hand in his and he tugged and reached for her at the same time, catching her against him in the water to keep her from going under. The water wasn’t too deep for him to stand, but she was a head shorter. She wrapped herself around him like seaweed, her arms locked about his neck, legs on his waist, breasts crushed into his chest.

“It’s cold,” she said, breathless.

“I’ll keep you warm.”

He guided them through the water, slowly wading into the deeper area. Then he kissed her tenderly, guiding her lips apart so he could sink his tongue inside. She tasted sweet, so sweet, and the soft sound of surrender she made had his cock thickening again, despite the temperature of the grotto pool.

The kisses went on, deepening, as the water licked at their naked bodies. He didn’t stop until he felt some of the tension leave her body, her arms relaxing, her fingers threading through his hair. Finally, he broke the kiss, staring down at her.

“Warmer?”

“Somewhat.” She shivered against him.

He moved them to the edge, and in one swift motion, lifted her from the water and up onto the side of the pool. Water ran down her lush curves in rivulets. She was glistening, feminine perfection, and he couldn’t get enough. Gently, he guided her thighs apart until she was exposed to him, pink and full and slick.

“Apollo,” she protested breathlessly.

“I’m warming you,” he explained, kissing his way up her inner thigh.

“You shouldn’t…”

“I should.” He kissed higher. “I must. There’s nothing I want more in this world right now than my tongue on your pussy. I want to lick you until you come, and then I want to fill you with my cock and make you come again.”

The words left him in a vulgar rush. He was likely shocking her, but he was so far gone that nothing would do, save plain speaking. He needed her to know exactly what he wanted, what he intended.

She didn’t protest. Just stared down at him with a heavy-lidded gaze that was darkened with desire. And he knew she wanted him every bit as much. So, he gave them both what they needed. He licked into her soft, wet center, then lapped at her clitoris until she was writhing beneath him. The essence of her was more delicious than any dessert he had ever consumed.

When he sucked and sank two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out, she moaned. He crooked his fingers, finding the place he knew would make her go mad. He found what he was looking for, her release running down his fingers as her cunny tightened and she rode his face and hand to oblivion.

When she was spent and sated, he returned her to the water, turning them around so that her back was against the wall of the pool. He used one arm to keep her skin from being abraded on the wall, and with the other, he grasped his cock and guided it into her. She was so drenched from her release that he slid into her in one easy thrust, filling her to the hilt.

His lips found hers, and they kissed again as he started a rhythm he instinctively knew would soon be lost. They were both perilously on the edge. Water sloshed around them, the sconces on the walls flickering.

He grazed her pearl with his fingertips as he thrust, and she arched her back, inhaling sharply. He teased her some more, using his fingers and his cock to draw another orgasm from her. Her nails dug into his flesh.

She came with his name on her lips, and he sank into her one more time before he spent, coming inside the tight velvet grip of her cunny.