He drove into her and watched the pleasure rush into her eyes, heard the echo of it in the catch and release of her breath. “Show me,” he said. Wanting to, wanting him, she kept her arms locked tight. Her hips moved, meeting and matching his thrusts while the water sparkled around them. His eyes, bluer, deeper than the water, held hers as everything in her opened for him, opened to him. It built and built, that glorious thrill, the dazzling and welcome heat rising, spreading until the long, slow climb took her to the peak. Then spilled her over.
