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"Go," she insisted, legs tightening around him, ankles crossing low on his back, to support herself in preparation for his moving. And if maybe she made herself groan softly at the solidity of his body between her thighs, there wasn't anyone else there that she would have to admit it to. The flare of heat through her nearly chased away the chill off the water, and she exhaled hard against his neck as she clung to him. Her legs trembled when he pressed kisses to her cheek, her fingers pressed harder at the kiss to her neck, and she made another desperate soft sound at the bite to her shoulder, wanting more. Wanting.
She knew she should let him walk, pay attention to where they were going, but each of his kisses was returned more than enthusiastically, chasing each one with tongue and then (when that didn't always work) with careful press of sharp teeth into his lower lip, delicately enough at first to not draw blood to the surface. The way he barely strained at carrying her was more enticing than it should have been, and she gladly let him carry her wherever he wanted, giving herself over to the moment in a way she so seldom did (never - it had been never, hadn't it?). "How much farther?" she finally managed, breaking away from a kiss long enough to twist her entire body around to check. The way she arched put her higher, nearly climbing him as she turned.