Then with a cry, he finally stands, dragging her with him. With her back against the wall, the cold glass and the heat radiating from her water god, he pumps into her. Thrusting and taking her mouth savagely, he thrusts into her hard and harder until he tears his mouth away from hers.
Then with the candles sputtering their last light and the water slipping over the lip of the tub and across the floor....
He throws his head back, she gazes at her water god, as he too slips over that edge of desire. She feels his liquid splash into her, her muscles contract and milk him, sending her over the edge, yet once again.
Then in last rays of darkness they wash and dry each other.....
As the sun rises the beautiful water nymph finds herself, beside the pool.
As the sun's orange and red rays touch the water on the pool, she looks around as she pushes her long hair out of her eyes. Confused, sitting up on the lawn lounger, looking around she finds a rose on the table next to her, and looking down, a robe covering her body, the one that she wore down to the pool. Her eyebrow wrinkles, and she remembers.....
Sitting back against the lounger she struggled to find if it was a dream or real. Then as she wiped her shoulder against her cheek inhaling she caught a familiar scent of musk....
The End......Till next time..........
