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him.
    Sitting high on his horse, Diogo turned his head and the
frown of displeasure became a smoldering stare. Then he swung his leg over the
horse’s neck and on hitting the ground leapt forward and grabbed me. I didn’t
have time to speak before his mouth came crashing down on mine, hard and heavy,
giving me no time to think. His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me hostage
as he deepened the kiss, and I joined in with all the joy and excitement that
being in his arms once more stirred within me. When his lips left mine to trail
down my neck and collarbone, wetness flooded my pussy and I shimmied against
his taut body, shuddering with need.
    “Let me love you,” he said, his low voice rumbling, sending
shivers down my spine, hardening my nipples and warming my heart.
    I hesitated only for a moment. “Yes.” I stared deep into his
eyes, my heartbeat a loud roar in my chest. “Yes.”
    Without saying another word, Diogo took my hand and led the
way across the bow bridge, and along a short path leading to an area above the
waterfall where large, smooth granite boulders and round pools were connected
by natural waterslides. I smiled, pleased he’d chosen such a beautiful,
romantic setting for our reunion.
    “I’ve pictured us here lots of times,” Diogo said, locking
his arms around my waist and kissing me lightly on the lips. “Touching and
feeling the slippery wetness of the water all over you.”
    I shuddered, aroused by his words. I had always wanted to
hear him say that. For years I’d imagined us moving slowly into each other’s
arms as the water flowed all around us. Some nights the images were so vivid,
my orgasm would be so hard and fast I’d barely lie down before it was all over.
Other nights I would envisage his sexy lips slowly kissing my neck and breasts,
him sliding his long fingers inside me while his warm mouth drove me insane
with need until I was panting for release.
    How would it be now?
    His fingers touched my jaw and I stared into his eyes, heat
spreading from head to toe as his gaze, filled with raw lust and deep passion,
locked with mine. I would like to have seen something else there, though lust
and passion suited me for now.
    I pulled his zipper down. He tugged at my shorts and top.
His hand stroked my damp hair and he brought a handful to his lips. “I’m glad
you haven’t cut it. It would have been a great shame.” He’d always loved my
hair, often complimenting me on it, and once he’d even confessed he found it
highly arousing and sexy as it brushed against his chest when I straddled him.
    He let it slide between his fingers, then cupped the back of
my head for a deep, hard kiss. Jesus, how could a single kiss pack so much passion?
Or make me want him so furiously?
    I reached for him and pulled his pants and boxer-briefs
down. His dick sprang up proudly and it took every ounce of control for me not
to pounce on him. He was magnificent—beautifully toned muscles, perfectly
proportioned body and a smile that made me go weak at the knees every time he
favored me with it.
    I could hardly wait to get my hands on him.
    He laid me down on a flat rock, water trickling under me,
keeping my skin cool under the hot sun before he joined me. He palmed my
breast, rolled his tongue down my throat and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I
arched into him, bringing my hot core closer to his hard erection as he tongued
his way down my body. I opened my legs, flaunting myself to his avid stare. He
brushed one finger over my trimmed mound before plunging into my slit, drawing
out my juices. His dark, intense gaze held mine as he spread my legs wider
before he lowered his head. I waited for him to touch my clit, the anticipation
killing me, but he ignored it and licked my plump lips instead. I moaned out
loud and wiggled my hips to get his tongue closer to where I wanted it to be.
He chuckled a little and poked his hardened tongue to my entrance. I writhed
with every lick, one hand clawing his