KAIA

The water made every movement slower and heavier, the resistance turning each thrust into something that lingered. I could feel myself getting wetter around him, the slickness mixing with the pool water until there was almost no friction left…just the thick, perfect stretch of his cock sliding in and out.

He changed the angle suddenly, bending his knees and lifting me higher so my back arched against his chest.

The new position made him hit a spot that dragged a broken cry from my throat. My head fell back onto his shoulder. Water dripped from his jaw onto my collarbone.

His mouth found the side of my neck and...