[ she's right about that. he'd not have been best pleased having to return to shore naked. and maybe that would give him pause, realizing exactly how well she had him pinned, more so than he had her, but he doesn't know. he may never know, and that might just suit him fine. this is already tangled enough without more complications. he contemplates it something, this tangled snarl of a thing that had once seemed so easy to classify and navigate.
the water is both an annoyance and an aid. he doesn't have to hold her up, can touch her as he pleases. and there's something about her in the water that comes alive, and he likes that, likes the way her moans vibrate out of her when he licks the salt from her throat. and the ocean is better than the shower, even if all robb can think is that he's moments away from drowning and it would be the sweetest death a man could hope for.
there's a gasp (come on, come on) the most vocal he's been in the entire time they've done this. the dig of his fingers into the small of her back has to bee painful, but he can't force them to loosen. part of him fears she would just float away if he let go. his thighs are burning, the combination of threading water and the approaching orgasm, and he'll have to remember to keep kicking in teh aftermath, lest he get another mouthful of ocean. ]
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the water is both an annoyance and an aid. he doesn't have to hold her up, can touch her as he pleases. and there's something about her in the water that comes alive, and he likes that, likes the way her moans vibrate out of her when he licks the salt from her throat. and the ocean is better than the shower, even if all robb can think is that he's moments away from drowning and it would be the sweetest death a man could hope for.
there's a gasp (come on, come on) the most vocal he's been in the entire time they've done this. the dig of his fingers into the small of her back has to bee painful, but he can't force them to loosen. part of him fears she would just float away if he let go. his thighs are burning, the combination of threading water and the approaching orgasm, and he'll have to remember to keep kicking in teh aftermath, lest he get another mouthful of ocean. ]