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This time there was no hesitation, none of the shy softness from her earlier kisses. This time there was a need, a strong need that only resonated with the need inside of me too. A strong urge to claim yet overwhelmed me, though how I am supposed to claim her, I don't know. But I wanted more than just looks and touches and kisses.

When she cupped me beneath the water surface, I knew what I wanted then. And there was no holding back.

I reached down to touch her too; her breasts - small and perfect for my hands, her belly - taut and the warmth between her legs. She opened her mouth in surprise when I touched her the way she touched me. I followed her mouth, drinking in her impassioned cries. When her head fell back I turned n attention to the long column of her throat, running my tongue over the perfect cold skin, going lower and lower until I was kissing the gentle rise of one petite breast.

She tugged me closer, holding my head close to her body as if to merge with me. Honestly, if it