[ Her breath hitched, her head thrown back just enough to let the tips of her hair float in the water behind her. She tightened her belly at the invasion, inner muscles flexing at the invasion. She exhaled slowly, waiting for another touch, another caress. For now, slow was maddening, maddeningly exquisite. ]
[ Her hand curled around his neck, no longer demanding, but incessantly pushing him closer, bringing her own body nearer. He knew what she wanted. Don't make her beg. ]