"Do you know how wonderful you feel?" his voice sounded heavy underneath her faltering breaths as he stroked her luscious breasts with one hand. The apples in the Garden of Eden couldn't have been more irresistible, and the thought of their sweet taste made his mouth water. Ryker bent lower, further over her, and his other hand stroked agonizingly slowly up the soft insides of her thighs.

He stroked the inside of her thighs in agony, feeling the female petals in her center, and couldn't help but let his fingers slide just past or over them in torture. The lust in his loins was already throbbing urgently; his manhood was erect, and he wasn't ashamed of it.

Eve seemed to be burning with lust as much as he was - otherwise, Ray would probably have been disappointed, too. Under the growing tension, she pushed her bum towards him, pressing harder against his hardness, and Ray shuddered under the sensation that almost overwhelmed him. The young woman rested her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed. Her closed eyelids fluttered before they slowly opened, and her head tilted slightly to look up at him.

He noticed the movement in the corners of her eyes before he felt the soft fingertips sliding through the damp shadow on his jaw, leaving a tingling sensation that made his breathing even heavier.

His gaze caught hers and saw a brief, strange glimmer across her features. Slowly, she released her fingers from his beard and turned in his arms. His erect manhood pressed against her stomach as he stood over her like a mountain.

A heated blush covered her cheeks, and despite the warmth of the water, a slight goose bump covered her body, and her pink tips stood out like young buds. Eve's lips were slightly parted, drawing his gaze magically ... but he saw her swallow and sensed her hesitation, followed by a slight pang in his chest as he wondered if he'd gone too far ...

"Ray ... I...," he heard her soft, gasping words as she snuggled against his chest against his expectation. She blinked as her gaze slid from his face to the ink-darkened skin. Her fingertips brushed over it as if she were touching him for the first time, wanting to explore every inch. Her touch left hot, tingling marks on the tattoo's black ink as she followed the curve of the Celtic knot to one of the scars.

Her teeth dug into the soft cushion of red lips. "Ray, are you sure you're... well..." she continued softly as her gaze slid back to his face.

That he what?

Ray couldn't follow her. Admittedly, her soft breasts nestled against his upper body didn't make it any easier for him to concentrate.

"Can you... I mean, are you allowed to?" she asked, and it seemed her cheeks were glowing even more. "Your injuries..."

Oh.God.

Was she serious? She was worried about HIM? Even NOW, in this situation?

His words were swallowed up by the dark rumble coming from his throat before he sent his hands traveling again. He gripped the soft breasts a little more firmly and spread the foam over the pink buds that rose under his fingers. The white trail of foam accompanied his other hand, which slid between her thighs and elicited a surprised gasp from her lips.

"My wounds ... are unimportant," he rumbled hoarsely against her skin before lowering his lips to her neck and digging his teeth lightly into the soft skin. His fingers slid deeper between her trembling thighs. Exploring, they penetrated between her labia, which were swollen with lust and adorned with white foam. He felt the slippery wetness that testified to her arousal; her womb twitched hotly and elicited an excited moan from him before he slid a finger into the center of her pleasure.

"Oh god! R-Ray~Ah!" A gasping moan drowned out her small, soft scream of pleasure. Eve winced, and her body sank even deeper against his chest as her thighs began to tremble, and she clung to him. Automatically, she pressed herself against him, her soft breasts bulging against his chest, and her body pressed the hard pint even more firmly between their bodies. He could feel her every twitch as his hand slid between the moist petals and teased her most sensitive spot.

"I'll show you that I can do this without problems," he whispered darkly next to her ear as his thumb stroked her pearl. When he slid a second finger inside her, Eve gasped, and her hands slid from his shoulders into the wet, dark strands. The dark hair was ruffled by her fingers as if she could find a foothold from the waves he kept sending through her quivering body. Her gasps and moans were like angels singing in his ears, spurring him even more.

He greedily lowered his lips to hers again and slipped his tongue into her sweet mouth to pluck the moaning sounds like sweet berries. His fingers carefully took care of the beautiful instrument, which his hands played as if it had been made for him. Gently but firmly, he pinched the delicate buds and stroked them apologetically with circular movements.

"I would never miss out on this," he gasped, no less aroused by her moans, and began to thrust his fingers into her while the rough fingertips of his other hand maltreated the erect tips. The feeling of her wet womb twitching around his fingers made his shaft tingle with anticipation between them.

Eve stood on tiptoe, stretched in his arms, reared up, and squirmed. His fingers moved incessantly inside her, curving and stroking her hot, wet womb while the tight walls around his fingers tightened again and again. Finally, he pulled back a little, but only to let his hardness slide between her thighs.

Immediately, a hot shiver ran from the top of his head to his toes. Her thighs were wet from the water and her sweet dew. Eve's lips sought an outlet, nipping into the crook of his shoulder and neck as he moved his hips slightly and rubbed against her. The hardened shaft slid between her legs, and Eve winced as his hardness slid back and forth between her wet labia. Intoxicated by the excitement, it made him tremble himself because every touch, every twitch only made the stiff pint harder until he felt the hot drops of pleasure on the sensitive tip. The limit of his control had been reached.

"Shit," he hissed, his voice hoarse with lust. His hand slipped out of her lap, and instead, he grabbed her thigh and pressed his lips to hers, drunk with desire. In one fluid motion, he lifted her leg, wrapped it around his hip, and let his hard length slide through her wet lap once more. He rubbed himself against her, listening to the sweet sigh of the woman in his arms, then pressed the hardened pint directly onto the hot, wet entrance.

"Eve ... if you don't want this ... you have to stop me now," he whispered as he pressed the small body against the tiles, pinning her between himself and the wall with his hard body. His lips brushed over the curve of her jaw, and he nipped at her fluttering pulse.
"Otherwise, I won't be able to hold back ..."