“Told you you’d like it,” he whispers, his hard pants blowing across my sensitive flesh. He releases my hips and guides my body down into the water, only to maneuver me around and lift me again. I end up back on the steps but straddling Gabriel’s lap. I’m about to tell him that I need a few minutes to recuperate but he simply pulls me in close, his skin radiating heat as he curls his muscular arms around me in an affectionate way. I nestle against him, wrapped up in postcoital bliss.
