They moved together with increasing urgency, the water churning as their passion mounted. Dante's hand remained between her thighs, rubbing her c**t as he simultaneously drove her higher with each thrust.
Laura had never felt so wild, so free in her pleasure. With Dante, there was no holding back, no pretending to be less than she was. He matched her strength for strength, passion for passion.
When her release hit, it crashed through her like a storm, Dante's name tearing from her throat. He followed moments later, his body shuddering against hers as he buried his face in her neck.
For long moments, they remained joined, the red-tinged water settling around them as their breathing slowed. Dante's arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close against his chest.
Finally, he turned her
