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grass by the side of the stream, and his gaze suddenly glittered.
    Celia watched him undress, anticipation weighing her limbs with a delicious potent languor. He stripped with efficient swiftness, and she saw that he was hard already, his erection stark against the flat taut plane of his stomach, lifting the full sacs of his testicles. When Parker waded into the water, he stopped and swore briefly, giving her an accusing look. “I forgot how cold this water is.”
    “You get used to it.” Celia moved toward him. Where he stood, the water was only about thigh deep and she could feel the sandy bottom under her feet. Unmoving, he let her come closer, the ripple of the current gushing around the well-muscled contours of his legs.
    Reaching out, she slipped her fingers around his blatantly aroused cock, registering his slight gasp. “Is my hand cold?”
    “Yes, but I don‘t care.” His voice sounded strangled.
    She had already learned he liked it when she touched and stroked his testicles and cock. In fact, it gave her a certain sense of power whenever she caressed him so intimately, for it was clear how vulnerable he was to just her touch. Running her fingers up and down, she explored the velvet-tight skin of his stiff erection, felt the distended veins and the smooth hardness. The engorged tip seeped a clear sticky droplet and on impulse, she bent and licked it off.
    His whole body jerked. “Jesus!”
    It didn‘t taste bad, she decided, and his reaction was definitely worth it. “Don‘t women do this?” she asked curiously, giving another small swipe of her tongue over the swollen crest. “You do it to me.”
    “Some women do.” His powerful body was tense as a bowstring. “But I would never ask you to do it.”
    “Why not?” She glanced up from under the veil of her lashes, her mouth still just an inch or so away from the crest of his erection. “Doesn‘t it feel good?”
    His broad shoulders lifted a fraction and his response was ragged. “It feels…I can‘t find the adequate word to describe it, so yeah, I guess I‘ll say it feels good. Too damned good, but…”
    “But what? Tell me what to do, Parker.”
    “Celia, you can‘t ask me that.” It wasn‘t more than a whisper but his eyes were half-closed and she could feel the surge of his penis in her hand in response to her question. He definitely wanted her to do it, she decided, but as usual was too polite about the whole thing.
    She said tartly, “I guess I‘ll have to give it a try and see how it turns out.”
    It felt wickedly naughty to drop to her knees in the streambed and let the cool water caress her back and shoulders as she took the tip of his cock in her mouth. Parker‘s hands wove into her wet hair and he groaned. It was pretty easy to guess he wouldn‘t ask her to do it because proper young ladies didn‘t put their mouths on a man‘s erect sex. No matter all that had happened between them the past few days, he apparently still thought of her that way.
    She liked to unsettle him, and old habits were hard to break. Besides, maybe in the past her flirtatious teasing had left him frustrated, but he certainly wasn‘t going be left unsatisfied this time.
    Celia took as much of his length to the back of her throat as possible, licking, tasting, gently sucking. He mumbled another incoherent protest, but she ignored it, her hands grasping his thighs for balance. It wasn‘t long before he gasped out, “Stop.”
    She would have continued but he tugged her head up forcefully enough that she obeyed, and this time she was the one who gasped as he lifted her out of the water. Wading deeper in the pool, Parker had a taut, almost fierce, expression on his face. Celia felt the coolness of the flat slanted rock at her back as he braced her against it. He parted her legs almost roughly underneath the water and thrust inside her throbbing cleft.
    Perfect .
    The contrast of the cool water and his hot cock pushing into her was arousing, and so was