He picks up his pace, and I have to bite my lip, gripping on to him for dear life so I don’t scream out my release as I clench against him, letting the orgasm ripple through me while the water around us splashes. His lips find mine again as his own release comes inside me. Listening to his gasps and gulps for air only makes the entire moment more special. Knowing I’m doing to him the exact thing he’s doing to me solidifies it. For the first time in years, my life is better than fiction.
