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really.”
     
    He smiled, turning in a semi-circle in the water.
     
    “And you have a very big heart,” he added. “Which has just been broken.”
     
    “Don’t make me cry.” She swallowed past a lump in her throat. “I’m not here to cry.”
     
    “Hm.” He shifted her weight downward, aligning her hips with his, and she instantly felt his erection through his boxers. “What are you here for?”
     
    “To forget,” she whispered, her gaze focused on those soft, soft lips.
     
    “Then let me help you with that.”
     
    He slipped a hand behind her head, bringing her mouth to his in a long, slow, tantalizing kiss, his tongue playing with hers, like a bee drawing honey. Jodie didn’t understand how he did it, how the instant his mouth found hers, she forgot everything. His hands roamed over her wet back as he broke the kiss, mouth trailing down her neck, licking the water off.
     
    She moaned when he grabbed her breasts, flesh spilling over the top of her bra, nipples so hard they ached. His thumbs made circles around them as they floated through the water. When she looked down, she saw her white cotton bra was completely see-through, her nipples and dark areolas showing through the thin material. He seemed to be enjoying the view—his cock throbbed, trapped between them.
     
    He groaned when she reached back and unhooked her bra, sliding it down her shoulders and letting her breasts spill into his hands. Dorian licked and sucked at her flesh like a starving man, leaving little bruises with the suction. She cried out when his mouth covered her nipple, sucking deeply, his fingers digging into her ass, grinding her against his crotch.
     
    Fuck, she wanted him. Her panties and his boxers were between them and she wanted the material to just disappear. She reached down to tug at her panties and found herself distracted by his cock. He moaned when she slid a hand into his boxers, stroking him under the water as he devoured her tits. His boxers slipped off, floating away as they rocked together.
     
    “Easy, girl.” He groaned as she tugged him faster, rubbing him over the thin material of her panties. “It’s been a damned long time.”
     
    “Wait…” She stopped, blinking at him in surprise. “When you said celibate… do you mean… you haven’t…?”
     
    “I haven’t come in two years.”
     
    “No fucking way.” She stared at him in disbelief.
     
    She couldn’t believe this beautiful man had not only been celibate for two years, but hadn’t even once touched the glorious cock throbbing in her hand.
     
    “It’s true.” He bit his lip when she squeezed him.
     
    “Come here.” She used his cock to lead him to the shallow end, tugging him along until she could sit on the steps, running her hands over his body, the water dripping down his broad chest, his hard-ridged stomach, the bulging muscles of his thighs. He might work in an office, but the man took good care of his body.
     
    His cock stood up, thick and proud, dripping water as well as precum. Jodie slid her mouth around the head, hand encircling the shaft as she looked up, watching his face. She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, burying a hand in her hair as she took his length slowly from tip to base, pausing before coming back up again for air.
     
    “Where do you want to come the first time?” she asked, rubbing the tip of his cock against her lips, her cheek. “My mouth? My tits? My pussy? ... My ass?”
     
    She offered the last after only a moment’s hesitation, something she’d never, ever given Jason, even in all their years together.
     
    “Your mouth.” He grabbed her hair, sliding his cock back in, slowly pumping. Jodie moaned around his length, her pussy aching for attention. She slid her hand into her panties under the water, her clit throbbing under her fingers as she played with herself.
     
    “Mmm, good girl,” he murmured, watching her take his length, his gaze skipping between her legs where she

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