Raul looked down at the wealth of silky hair floating in the churning water. Olivera's mouth provided a strong suction that brought him to instant attention. Her tongue danced and teased and stroked until his body trembled and hungered all over again. She seemed to be pulling a volcano from the very center of his being. His blood thickened and pooled, and his every nerve ending seemed to be centered where her hot, passionate mouth was working. The breath slammed out of his lungs. She came up for air, a water nymph laughing at him.
"Come here, you crazy woman." He reached for her, pulled her to him.
She tilted her head, a small siren's smile playing around her mouth. "Can you really make it so I'm not uncomfortable and we can make love all night?"
"Absolutely." He replied.
"I think I need proof before I commit to any more biting." She muttered.