Warning: R-18

"Good," he said, his hands firm on her waist, his chest pressed against her back. "Again."

Bella nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she pushed through the water. Leo’s hands guided her, held her and kept her close. Her back was against his chest, his body surrounding her, enveloping her.

She didn’t notice the way his jaw was tight against her shoulder. Didn’t notice the way his gray eyes had gone dark, fixed on the curve of her neck, the water droplets trailing down her skin, the way her wet hair clung to her spine.

She was focused. Trying so hard. Being so good.

Leo was having a hard time.

His control frayed with every stroke she took. Every time she moved, her body rubbed against his. Every time she breathed, her back pressed into his chest. Every time she turned her head to look at him, her brown eyes soft and eager.

He could feel her. All of her. The curve of her hips beneath his palms. The warmth of her skin through the water. The way she fit against him perfectly.

Finally, his control snapped.

He pulled her back hard against his chest, his arms locking around her waist. His body curved around hers, holding her in place.

"Leo?" She was startled, confused, her hands coming up to rest on his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed her wet neck.

Her skin was warm beneath his lips, tasting of chlorine and something sweeter, something that was just her. He kissed her again, slower this time, his mouth dragging against her throat.

"Leo," she breathed, her voice uncertain. Her fingers curled around his forearms, but she didn’t push him away.

"You’re torturing me," he murmured against her skin.

He nipped her, just a soft bite, just enough to make her shiver. Then he pulled his hips back, creating a breath of space, and pushed himself against her again.

She felt him then. Hard and ready, pressing against her through the thin fabric of her panties.

Her eyes went hazy.

Her breathing turned ragged.

"Leo," she muttered, her voice barely a whisper. "We’re in the open. Anyone could come."

He didn’t answer.

His hand slid from her waist down over her stomach. His fingers spread across her belly, warm and heavy, tracing slow circles just above where she wanted him.

"Leo—"

"Let them come," he said, his voice dark, his lips brushing her ear. "Let them watch."

His hand moved lower.

Bella’s head fell back against his shoulder. Her lips parted. Her eyes closed.

His fingers pushed her panties aside and found her delicate p*ssy, and she gasped.

"So ready for me," he murmured against her ear. "And I’ve barely touched you."

"Leo, please—"

"Please what?"

She couldn’t answer. His fingers were moving, slow and teasing, driving her slowly insane.

"Please what, Bella?"

"Please—"

"Tell me."

"Please, Leo. I need you."

He smiled against her neck. "Good girl."

He pulled her panties down swiftly, and he also lowered his briefs and entered her from behind, one smooth, deep thrust that made her cry out.

His arm locked around her waist, holding her in place. His other hand covered her mouth, muffling her sounds.

"Shh," he whispered. "You don’t want everyone to hear, do you?"

She shook her head, her eyes glazed.

He began to move. Slow at first, deep strokes that had her gasping against his palm. Then faster, harder, driving into her as the water lapped around them.

She clutched his arm, her nails digging into his skin.

He pressed his lips to her ear. "You feel so good," he murmured. "So tight. So wet. All for me."

She nodded, unable to speak.

"Mine," he said, thrusting deeper. "Say it."

"Yours," she gasped.

"Again."

"Yours, Leo. Only yours."

He kissed her neck, her shoulder, the curve of her jaw. His hand slid from her mouth to her breast, cupping her, his thumb brushing over her thin clothed nipple.

She moaned.

He thrust faster.

The water swayed around them. The stars watched from above. And Leo held her close, taking her apart piece by piece, claiming her in the only way that mattered.

When she came, she cried out his name, her body clenching around him, pulling him deeper.

He followed moments later, groaning against her shoulder, his release hot inside her.

They stayed like that, locked together, breathing hard, the water lapping gently around them.

He pressed a soft kiss to her neck.

"You good?" he asked, his voice low, rough, still thick with desire.

Bella nodded, her head resting against his shoulder, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. She looked dazed, eyes half closed, lips swollen, cheeks flushed a deep pink.

Before she could understand what was happening, he pulled out of her.

She gasped at the sudden emptiness, her body clenching around nothing. He turned her around in the water so she faced him, his gray eyes dark, hungry, watching her.

He stroked his di*k slowly and deliberately. His hand moved up and down, and she watched, mesmerized, her mouth going dry.

His eyes never left her face.

"Want more?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, sexy rumble.

Bella nodded. Her throat was too tight for words. Her body was already aching for him again, even though she had just come apart in his arms.

He stepped closer. His tip pressed against her entrance, just the tip, just enough to make her gasp.

He rubbed against her in slow circles to tease and torture her.

She moaned.

He kissed her. Deep and demanding, his tongue sliding against hers, swallowing her sounds.

"Please," she begged against his lips.

He didn’t enter. Just kept rubbing, kept teasing, kept driving her insane.

"Please, Leo—"

"Please what?"

"Please, I need you inside me."

He smiled against her mouth. "Good girl."

But he didn’t enter. He kissed her again, softer this time, and kept rubbing.

She sobbed. A small, desperate sound that escaped before she could stop it.

Something in his expression shifted. The teasing faded, replaced by need.

He entered her.

One deep, smooth thrust that pushed all the way inside, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He hugged her close, her chest against his, her face buried in his neck. And then he began to move.

The water slapped around them, and loud, wet, obscene sounds could be heard.

His strokes were deep, so deep she felt him in her throat. Each thrust pushed her against him, then pulled her back, over and over.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The sound echoed across the water, lost in the darkening sky.

Bella clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms locked around his neck. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Could only feel.

He kissed her neck, her shoulder, the curve of her jaw.

"Mine," he growled.

"Yours."

"Say it again."

"Yours, Leo. Always yours."

He thrust deeper, harder, faster.

She came again, crying out his name, her body shuddering around him.

He followed, groaning against her skin, his release hot and deep.

They stayed like that, locked together, breathing hard, the water lapping gently around them.