FENRIR

"Just... well, I didn’t want your clothes to get wet..." — «not even your panties»

I started babbling all kinds of excuses, each one dumber than the last.

She suddenly sat up, and those gorgeous breasts bounced. I struggled to meet her eyes, and then I realized something wasn’t right.

"Abiga, what’s going on? I’m sorry, really, I just wanted to hel..."

The words got stuck on my lips when hers crashed into mine in a searing kiss.

And not in a figurative way, in the literal sense. Abigail’s mouth was hot enough to scald; steam slid down my throat, pouring from her faster, harsher panting.

She hung from my neck, pushing to straddle my hips.

Sweat ran down her feverish skin; she was burning like she could burst into flames any second.

Without breaking the connection, I gripped her under the butt and hauled her against my chest.

I scooted toward the edge and dipped into the pool with her. Water swallowed us whole and I kicked hard to bring us back up. A sigh of relief had her moanin