Dancing Tides (175 page)

O
n
c
e
mo
r
e
t
h
e
y
r
oll
e
d.

T
his time
she
ca
me
out
o
n top. She
c
ov
ere
d his
m
outh.
O
n
c
e
mo
r
e
h
e
fe
lt
h
e
r
bo
d
y
y
i
e
ld to his.
I
t still
awe
d him he
c
ould do th
a
t to h
er
.

She
l
ea
n
e
d ov
e
r
him,
g
l
i
d
e
d h
e
r
to
n
g
ue
a
long
his
n
ec
k, ov
e
r
t
h
e
t
a
ttoos on his
ar
ms, his on
ce-w
oun
d
e
d
c
h
e
st,
a
nd
the
r
ippl
e
d mus
c
le
of
his
b
e
l
l
y
.
W
h
e
n she
r
e
a
c
h
e
d
the
wa
ist of
his j
ea
ns, she
f
in
a
l
l
y
w
o
r
k
e
d
do
w
n the
z
ipp
er
. Co
r
d li
f
t
e
d his hips
a
nd
wa
t
c
h
e
d
a
s she
slid o
f
f
his p
a
nts, th
e
n bo
x
er
s.

T
he
minute
both
we
nt
f
l
y
ing
th
r
o
u
g
h the
a
i
r
, she
s
t
ra
ddl
e
d him. A
nibble
a
n
d bite
a
long his to
r
so h
a
d him
g
r
o
a
ni
n
g
in u
r
g
e
nt n
ee
d. She
b
r
o
u
g
ht him into h
er
, sli
c
k
a
nd hot.
T
h
e
y
r
o
c
k
e
d, bu
c
k
e
d.
A
nd
w
ith th
a
t,
h
e
g
ra
bb
e
d
h
e
r
hips, doub
l
e
d his
eff
o
r
t
a
nd took th
e
m both into the bliss
f
ul
c
u
r
l of
re
l
e
a
s
e
.

L
oose
a
nd lithe
she
w
ho
o
sh
e
d out,
“
I
’
ll move
in a
minute
a
s soon
a
s
I
f
ind
a
n oun
c
e
of st
re
n
g
th
.
”

W
h
e
n she
c
oll
a
ps
e
d on
t
op of
him, he
c
on
fe
s
s
e
d,
“
I
ca
n
’
t
f
e
e
l
m
y
l
e
g
s
.
”

“T
he
f
loor
h
a
s to be
h
ar
d
.”

H
e
bust
e
d out l
a
u
g
hin
g
.
“O
h, b
a
b
y
,
I
g
u
ara
n
t
e
e
y
ou it isn
’
t the
f
loo
r
.
Y
ou d
ra
in
e
d m
e
.
W
o
w!”

She
st
ar
t
e
d to move
but he
h
e
ld h
e
r
in pl
a
ce
.
“
N
ot
y
e
t
.
”
H
e
nu
zz
l
e
d h
e
r
n
ec
k th
e
n l
e
t th
a
t
c
u
r
t
a
in of
c
op
p
e
r
h
a
i
r
d
r
a
pe
acr
oss his
c
h
e
st.
“
I
wa
nt to st
a
y
like
this a
minute
mo
re
.”

“
W
h
y
?
So
y
ou
c
a
n b
r
e
a
k
up
w
ith m
e
?
”
He
r
e
y
e
s
d
a
n
ce
d
w
ith a
g
e
n
er
ous m
i
x
of amus
e
m
e
nt tin
g
e
d
w
ith a
hint of
re
s
e
ntm
e
nt b
e
g
i
n
ning
to t
a
ke
sh
a
p
e
.
“T
old
y
ou
I
’
d be
the
o
n
e
to
g
e
t
y
ou into b
e
d
.
”

“H
mm,
I
must
’
v
e
miss
e
d the
b
e
d p
ar
t.
N
o.
T
h
a
t thing
e
ar
li
er
—
I
do
n
ee
d to
t
a
lk to
y
o
u—l
a
t
e
r
. Ri
g
ht this minute
I
wa
nt to s
a
y
th
a
nk
y
o
u.”

“
W
h
a
t
?
”
He
r
h
ea
d pop
p
e
d up
a
nd she
r
e
a
li
z
e
d he
wa
sn
’
t jokin
g
.
“Y
ou
wa
n
t to th
a
nk m
e
?
Y
ou
a
sshol
e
—”