Intimate!

I met her gaze, those eyes steady and unblinking, stripping away my poise layer by layer. I craved it—her dominance wrapping around me like the tide, pulling me under.

My free hand trembled as I rinsed the suds, water trickling down her forearm, and she shifted closer, her knee brushing my thigh. The proximity made my breath hitch, my nipples hardening against the thin fabric of my shirt, aching for friction.

I ached to surrender, to let her steady command take over, to forget the exhaustion and the spotlight and just feel her lead. 'Like this?' I whispered, my voice husky, scrubbing slower now, almost caressing the curve of her knuckles.

The ocean's roar filled the air, masking the quickening of my pulse, but she heard it anyway—saw it in the way my lips parted, in the flush creeping down my neck.

Her left hand came up, fingers grazing my jaw, tilting my chin so I had **** but to hold her stare. The touch was tender yet possessive, sparking embers that licked at my core, making my clit throb with neglected need.

Maris leaned in then, her breath warm against my ear, lips so close they grazed the shell, sending electric jolts straight to my pussy.

'Careful, Elena,' she whispered, her voice a teasing demand, low and intimate. 'You offer to clean me up, but I see the dirt you're hiding—the way you're trembling, wanting me to take charge.'

Her words wrapped around me, warnings laced with promise, her scent—salt and earth and something uniquely her—filling my senses. I whimpered softly, the sound escaping before I could stop it, my body tensing as desire mounted, hot and insistent.

She pulled back just enough to watch my reaction, her fingers still holding my chin, thumb brushing my lower lip in a slow, deliberate stroke. My mouth opened instinctively, tongue darting out to taste the salt on her skin, and her eyes darkened, a flicker of hunger mirroring my own.

'If you keep looking at me like that,' she continued, her whisper turning commanding, 'I might just make you beg for it. Tell me to stop, or admit you want more.'

The ocean crashed louder, drowning out the distant calls of gulls, but it couldn't mask the whispered promises hanging between us—the heat of her body so near, the way my pussy wept for her touch, slick and ready.

I didn't stop. Instead, I leaned into her hold, my hand sliding up her arm, feeling the flex of muscle under wet neoprene. Tension coiled tight in my core, every nerve alight, as her gaze promised depths I wasn't sure I could navigate yet.

But the pull was there, tender and teasing, urging me deeper into her world, where control slipped away and pleasure waited, raw and uncharted.

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