His hands slid down over her hips to clasp her buttocks, to pull her hard against his body, against the hardness of his arousal.His hands slid down over her hips to clasp her buttocks, to pull her hard against his body, against the hardness of his arousal. His Proposition. She broke away from him, heading for the surface. Taken unaware, more than a little apprehensive he followed. At the surface, she cast a challenging look over her shoulder before she shot away, down into the depths. Catch me if you can.. She was all speed and tricks, slipping easily out of his hands when he thought he had her, zigging when he thought she would zag. Throwing gentleness and style to the winds, he went after her like a torpedo. And she let herself be caught. When they surfaced at the shallow end, he dragged her hard against him, lips finding hers, all heat and demand. Backing her up until the wall pressed against her shoulders, hands flowing over her body. Beneath the surface, her legs came up to wind around his waist in silent invitation. His lips travelled down to her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there until she was shuddering against him. The bikini top came off and floated away unnoticed. The siren in her came alive, as she arched her back over the edge of the pool, lifting those beautiful mounds up to meet his mouth. He took one taut nipple into his mouth, stroking it with his tongue. With each rasp, she groaned, tightening her legs around his waist reflexively. Slowly her hips started grinding as instinct took over. Garett groaned. He wanted to take it slow, to please her, to watch her climax, but her hypnotizing movements were awaking the basic need to thrust deep and hard into her warm body. |