He rocked into me ever so slightly, rubbing himself against my clit, his eyes never leaving mine.

Deeper and deeper I fell.

My heart jumped into my throat. We'd hit a point of intimacy that would usually have me making a joke or reframing the action into something I could handle.

I didn't want to "handle" anything. I wanted to be lost in him, let that undertow drag me under and revel in how gloriously deep this went.

I stood up, water sluicing off my ...