Olivia

Alexander carried me deeper into the pool, water rising to our chests. His cock pressed against my pussy, hard and insistent.

"This was your plan all along," I accused.

"Maybe." He backed me against the smooth rock wall of the grotto. "Problem?"

"Not yet."

His hand slid between us, fingers finding my clit. I gasped at the direct contact, my hips jerking forward.

"So sensitive," he murmured, circling the swollen bundle of nerves. "Been ...