Chapter 5: The Spring Behind the Inn

The spring behind the inn was a stone pool in a garden of ferns.

The water came out of the hillside hot and smelling faintly of iron.

It was almost midnight on Monday.

We had slept all day in a bed that was too soft and eaten cozido that was cooked in the ground.

Now there was no one else on the whole dark terrace.

Brennan stood waist-deep with the steam coming off his shoulders.

I walked down the stone steps in the white bikini I had packed for a honeymoon and watched his eyes follow every step.

"You're staring," I said.

"You walked in front of a lamp."

"And?"

"And I have no defense." He held out his hand. "Come here."

I took it, and the water closed warm over my knees, my hips, my ribs.

He drew me in against him, and I felt him already hard against my stomach through his swim trunks.

"Two days," I said.

"Two days," he agreed, and kissed me.

It was a slow kiss and then it was not.

His hands moved down my back and into the water, and his mouth opened on mine and the whole pool seemed to tilt.

I wound my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He carried me through the water to the stone edge, and he set my back against the warm rock.

"I want you to tell me when you want something," he said.

"I always do."

"I know. I like it."

He untied the strings of my bikini top, one at each shoulder, and the wet fabric fell away.

The night air touched my breasts and then his mouth did, hot and sudden.

I gasped and put both hands in his hair.

"Brennan."

"Mm."

He drew one nipple between his lips and sucked until I arched.

Then he moved to the other and gave it the same slow attention.

His beard scraped the soft skin and I felt it low in my belly, and I tightened my legs around him.

"You like that," he said, his lips still on me. "You get so tight when I do that. I can feel it through everything."

"Don't talk. Do it."

"Do what? Say it."

"Take my bottoms off," I said. "Take them off and fuck me."

He raised his head, and his eyes were black in the lamplight.

"Yes, ma'am."

He dragged the wet scrap down my thighs and threw it onto the stone.

Then he pulled his trunks off under the water.

I felt the head of his cock slide against my bare pussy, slick and heavy, and my whole body jumped.

"Hold on to me."

I held on.

He lifted me by the hips and sank me onto him in one long steady push.

I cried out.

The sound went up into the ferns and I clapped my hand over my own mouth.

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