He released her from his bite, licking at her skin, trying to taste sweat that was not there. His hips rocked, pulling his cock from her before thrusting back inside. Each push meant to open her, let her try and grab at his body. He accommodated her, bending enough that his head struck against the rough patch inside her, pushing it as if to break through. He spoke to her, each of his words sent to pluck at her body, to remind her of everything they had done, what they were doing now. He kept the vision strong, increasing the thought of the texture of the fabrics, how they felt on skin and how they rubbed the body. He sped up his thrusts, bringing more intensity into each stroke.<br/><br/><em>You <strong>Will </strong>cum on me like this, and then you will cum again. And <strong>only</strong> when I am through will I let you rest.</em><br/><br/>His hand did not release hers, it remained as solid and steal as it held her to her toes. The other hand reached down, between them, forcing her hood up and open so that the water between them would run atop her clit. He tapped at her clit with a fingertip. Not rubbing but a light tapping to tease and see if she would respond. He did not move to kiss her yet, instead he watched her. His eyes focused on her face as water bounced atop his skin.