I took what she offered, slowly exploring the warmth of her mouth, tasting her. She made a small sound, half sigh and half moan, and I deepened the kiss. Her fingers curled against my chest, nails scraping lightly against my skin. My hand slid into her wet hair, gripping gently, angling her head so I could take more.
Her tongue tangled with mine, and our kiss grew hotter, hungrier. What started as tenderness turned urgent, desperate. Like we were both starving, and this was the first real thing we'd tasted in years.
I pressed my hand to the small of her back and pulled her close, her breasts crushing against my chest. Her soft skin on mine dragged a groan from my throat. I slid my hand up and cupped her breast, her warm flesh filling my palm. I brushed my thumb over her nipple, circling the hardened peak.
She gasped, reached down between us, and when her fingers wrapped around my cock, a deep moan tore from my throat.
That sound seemed to unleash her. Her kiss became demanding, almost fierce, as if she needed this as badly as I did. Her hand stroked me beneath the water, steady and sure, and I felt myself losing control. Getting too close, too fast.
I pulled back, breaking the kiss before I couldn't stop myself.
We looked at each other, both sucking in ragged breaths.
"Mitch..."
"Tell me to stop." I gripped her face, pressed my forehead to hers, fighting for control. "Tell me this is a bad idea, and I'll stop."
"Don't stop." Her fingers threaded around my neck, her eyes blazing. "Don't you dare stop."
I slid my hands down her back, gripped her hips, and hauled her tightly against me. Her breasts crushed against my chest, and her mouth claimed mine, hot and demanding.
I kissed her back, deeper this time, my hands roaming the curve of her waist, sweeping over the swell of her breasts. I grabbed her ass and yanked her harder against me. She made a sound low in her throat that nearly undid me.
I slid one hand down between her thighs, and she lifted up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She kissed my neck, my shoulder, then took my earlobe between her lips and sucked gently. Shivers raced down my spine as my fingers found her pussy.
I started slowly, just brushing over her slick warmth, exploring every fold and curve, watching her face in the moonlight. Learning what made her gasp, or frown, or what made her grip my shoulders tighter, what made her eyes flutter closed and her lips part on a silent moan.
I kissed along her jaw, down her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. When I finally slid one finger inside her, she gasped and arched against me, her nails digging into my back.
"Mitch, oh, God."
I worked her slowly at first, curling my finger just right, finding the spot that made her cry out. As she moved against my hand, I drove my finger into her faster and harder, chasing her climax. She clung to me, her breath coming in short gasps against my shoulder. Her hot flesh tightened around my finger, and her thighs trembled.
"Don't stop," she breathed. "Please, don't stop."
"Never." I kissed her neck, her jaw. "Come for me, Charlie."
She shattered in my arms with a cry that echoed across the water, her body shuddering as pleasure tore through her. I held her close, my finger still moving inside her, drawing out every tremor, until she finally collapsed against my shoulder, breathing hard.
I held her in the water, her heart hammering against mine.
My cock was so hard it ached. She must have felt it pressing against her because she pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, her lips swollen from our kisses.
"Mitch." Her hand slid between us and wrapped around me, stroking once, twice. "I need you."
Those three words nearly broke me. My hips jerked into her touch, my entire body responding to her in ways I couldn't control. The need was overwhelming, primal. I captured her mouth again, kissing her hard, trying to pour everything I couldn't say into that kiss. A groan tore from my throat, and I grabbed her wrist, stilling her. "Charlie, if you keep doing that, this'll be over before it starts.”
“Then take me, Mitch.”
With her legs still wrapped around me, I carried her to the bank, water streaming off our bodies. She clung to me, her mouth never leaving my skin. She kissed my neck, my jaw, anywhere she could reach.
Water dripped from both of us as I laid her down on the saddle blanket near the fire.
The firelight painted her glistening skin in gold. Her hair spread dark and wet against the blanket. She looked up at me with eyes that held no doubt, no hesitation, only want.
"You're sure?" I had to ask, had to give her one more chance to change her mind.
"Absolutely." She reached for my hand, pulling me down to her.