his mouth bruised hers as his fingertips stroked her cl*t with a surgeon 's precision-oh , those hands-and within a tiny number of strokes she was biting his shoulder , clutching his shoulders , pulling at his polo shirt and practically screaming as he kept the languid circles going , making her cl**ax over and over , her sight filled with the green leaves , ears catching the traffic on the road above , the lap of paddles gliding through water , the dusky sound of alex 's breath against her ear .