I bowed backwards into the water until it covered my ears. Here there was no sound, only the sensation of Devlin’s mouth at my breasts, licking and sucking. Teasing and tempting. The blue sky above me, warm water all around me. Devlin’s hands stroking me.

It felt like a religious experience.

He was gentle with me, not his usual demanding self, and I found myself enjoying this side of him just as much as the dominating one. He lapped at my nipple and bit. Lifting me by my ass, Devlin floated me further away from him. I wanted to complain, wanted to go back to him, but when he untied one side of my bottoms, I realized what he wanted.

I floated there suspended between sky and water while Devlin spread my soft folds with his thumbs. The first stroke of his tongue was rapture. He worshipped me there in the hot springs until I was a tingling ball of sensation. Until every cell, every nerve ending, sparked to life. I felt the sun on my tender nipples, felt the water caress my hair, and surrendered to the nature of it all.

Devlin slid a finger into me and then another, gently massaging from the inside while his mouth played on me. The orgasm flowed over me like a waterfall. I cascaded into pleasure rippling around his fingers.

He was speaking. I could hear the vibrations but couldn’t make out the words under the water. But I felt them in my heart. He was praising me, pleasing me. Everything inside me glowed as the pleasure ebbed and flowed and finally faded into bliss.

Then he was pulling me back to him, lifting me out of the water to settle me in his lap. Water flowed down my back, and Devlin fastened his mouth to one pert nipple. “You are perfection,” he whispered to me.

Reaching between us, I slipped my hand into his swim trunks. He was achingly hard to the touch.

He raised his head from my breast. “Scarlett, I don’t have a condom.”

“I have one in the bag,” I said breathlessly. I closed my fist around him and stroked him. “I don’t think I can walk,” he confessed with a half laugh.

“I got this.” I lifted off of him and climbed out of the pool. My untied bikini hung off of me. I discarded it on the way to the dry bag and dumped the contents until I found the foil packet. Victoriously I cannonballed back into the pool.

“You make quite the picture, Scarlett Bodine,” Devlin breathed as I ripped the foil with my teeth.

I rolled the latex on him, squeezing his cock at the root. His head fell back against the wet rock, his eyes closed in a tableau of ecstasy. He made me feel powerful and wanton, and I never wanted to lose that feeling.

“I love how it feels when you touch me,” he admitted, his long, inky lashes parting to look at me.

“I’m partial to it, too,” I teased. I raised up high on my knees and positioned his broad head at my entrance.

“I feel like I should ask about the danger of bacteria in this spring,” Devlin said suddenly.

I laughed, dropping my forehead to his. I had half an inch of him inside me, and he was worried about water quality.

“Sometimes you’re too sensible for your own good.” I moved just a bit, taking just another inch. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. “And the water is tested weekly with the results posted on the secret online signup sheet. So quit worrying and start making me come.”

Devlin didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He grabbed my hips in a grip that hurt and yanked me down on his erection.

I cried out something unintelligible as he filled me. I’d never get used to this feeling. So full, stretched right up to my limit. And the pain of it was its own special turn on.

Devlin lifted his head and found my breast with his mouth. “I’m going to suck on you while you fuck me,” he said, nuzzling my flesh.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus. I was going to die in the hot springs. I was swamped in sensation. The sunshine on my shoulders, the warm touch of the water, Devlin’s magical mouth sucking and licking my tight, budded nipple. And his cock sliding into me like hot marble. He was a god, an Adonis, and I was the motherfucking goddess of pleasure.

I slid down his cock and rocked my hips. He growled his approval at my breast. I was riding him faster now.

He released my nipple with a pop. “Take it slow, baby.”

But I wasn’t listening. I was in charge of setting the pace, and I wanted to call the shots. I shoved his head against my other breast, the nipple needy and desperate for the wet of his mouth. I used my thighs to lift higher, drop harder on him.

Devlin’s feet scrambled to find purchase under the water against the rock, and when they did, I rode harder. He didn’t fight me. I felt his desperation in the hard pulls of his mouth. His hands aided me, their grip hard enough to bruise, and the thought of his fingerprints on me was dizzying.

“Dev,” I gasped out. Every time he pushed that blunt crown into me, my walls convulsed. I was hanging by a thread.

“Let go, Scarlett. Give it to me,” he ordered, lapping at my nipple. Then he used his teeth. It was like lightning to my core. I shimmered, spiked, and exploded. It wasn’t waves that built and crashed. It was a detonation that relayed through my entire body. He groaned as all those greedy muscles closed around him.

He slammed into me, once, twice, and then held me hostage as he came. His mouth stilled at my breast as his body went rigid. I was with him, wild bolts of release shattering me. I wished that I could feel his seed in me. I wished there was nothing between us. Then our releases could mingle inside me in a sacrifice to the gods of euphoria.