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His nearness, his touch made her lightheaded. Her clit throbbed.
    He moved into the pool in the center of the grotto, and with her, stepped into the water. As soon as they both were mostly submerged, he put his hand over her cunt and she shuddered, arching into him. Without hesitation he rubbed and she gasped. “Yes. Ooh, yes. I - I need...”
    He thrust his thick finger into her and the heat that consumed her stole her breath for several long, delicious moments. Time changed, slowed, stopped. When she breathed out it was a low, luxurious moan. All she could feel, all she could sense, came down to her succulent core, the walls clutching and re-clutching around his finger. His pad rotated inside her, sliding on all sides as well as back and forth. All she was able to do was cling to him and try to breathe, until the coiling unraveled and she came in a pounding crescendo. Her cries were musical in the shallow grotto, reverberating with his encouraging rumbles and echoing against the obsidian walls. The vibration fed back into her, her skin prickly and uncomfortable, her clit scorching between her thighs.
    She breathed heavily, feeling too hot and confined even in the pool. Instead of being satiated, the release was rejuvenating. There was more, and she was compelled to find it. Her hips squirmed against him. Her stomach and shoulders ached from exertion but there was no satisfaction, not yet; no completion. Her cunt ached and each time she came in contact with his skin, she gave a shivery lurch, undulating the water that lapped at them with ripples of ongoing indifference.
    “More. Fuck, oh, fuck, more.” She struggled to catch her breath, wondering if she could possibly survive whatever had overtaken her. It was luscious. It was agonizing. It was overwhelming need. It was impossible to contain. “I need more,” she hissed out, her teeth clenched. “Fuck me. Fuck ME.”
    His breathing was nearly as labored as hers, but he maneuvered himself beneath her, submerged almost entirely, while her head and shoulders bobbed above the surface. He had the strength to easily hold her, giving her control of when and how deeply she took him. Almost certainly from the changes her anatomy had taken, it wasn't as difficult as it should have been. Her opening accepted his pulsing tip and as soon as that connection was made, she gripped his shoulders and pulled herself down, taking him. There was a stretching, a bright burning that stole her breath, but it was gone in heartbeats, replaced by slick molten heat and welcoming, thorough, fulfilling strokes. Her moans were long and glorious, coming from her very essence.
    “Yes, yes,” she gasped for air, finding a rhythm on the huge cock sliding in and out. “More, more, more,” she chanted. He complied carefully at first, and still she came with a loud, hoarse cry, riding him until her muscles burned. He gripped her hips as she plunged down onto his throbbing shaft. He groaned and, incredibly, she felt his cock expand inside her, stretching the walls of her pussy further. He began to pump into her, incredibly gentle for his size, as if intently aware of her fragility next to him. His hips twisted, his cock reaching deeper and deeper inside her, touching places she didn’t think were possible. The sensation of being filled completely was almost more than she could bear.
    He nuzzled her breasts, and she arched into him. Mynne started to pull away but Lita would have nothing of it. She pleaded with him with her body and he plunged into her again, a muted growl torn from his chest. Soft trembling rippled over her body. She closed her eyes, panting in time with his captivating rhythm. His tongue flicked out to lick her lips. She moaned, her tongue darting out to find his, which had by then located her nipples. She whined and the trembling became intense as she bore herself into him, needing him deeper, needing him fully inside her.       
    “God, again!” Tears leaked from her eyes and