Steam curled around them like phantom fingers, the underground hot spring's heat painting their skin a flushed rose. The mineral water lapped against stone, quiet and warm, the only witness to what was about to erupt. James's hand trembled against the wet curve of Victoria's neck as he spun her to face him. Her eyes glinted in the dim, natural light filtering through cracks in the cave ceiling, her gaze a deliberate challenge that made James' heart stutter.
Victoria's mouth opened slightly, pupils dilated, the sharp press of his hand around her neck grounding her in the present. The hunger in his eyes, untamed, feral, aching, made her knees buckle.
Something inside James' chest tightened, a coil winding past its breaking point.
"You say no but keep looking at me like that," he said, his voice lower than usual.
Victoria raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"
"Like you're waiting for something."
She smiled, slow and deliberate. "Maybe I am."
The coil inside him snapped.
James moved through the water with surprising speed, catching Victoria by the waist before she could retreat again. Her momentary surprise told him everything; she hadn't expected him to finally act. His fingers pressed into the soft skin at her hips, and he felt her breath catch.
"No more schemes," he said, voice rough with need.
Victoria's eyes widened slightly, but her lips curled into a satisfied smile. "About time."
He pulled her from the water in one fluid motion, lifting her onto the smooth bedrock layered with soft materials. Water cascaded down her body, highlighting every curve in the dim light. His fingers found the flimsy strings of her bikini bottoms and tore them away with an impatience he'd never known himself capable of.
The sound of the fabric giving way echoed in the cave, followed by Victoria's sharp intake of breath. Not fear, anticipation.
His hand found her center, fingers sliding through her folds with purpose. She was thoroughly wet, her arousal evident even among the water droplets clinging to her thighs. James looked up at her, realization dawning as he felt her response before his touch.
"You did this on purpose," he said, clarity cutting through his haze. Her provocations, her retreats, it had all been calculated. "You weren't pushing me away. You wanted me to chase you."
Victoria stared down at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her lips parted, but instead of denial, she issued a challenge.
"What are you going to do about it?"
The question hung between them, charged with potential. James felt something shift inside him, a recalibration of who he thought he was versus who he could be with her. The shy, considerate man he is, had always been, seemed suddenly like a costume he'd been wearing, one that was now too tight to contain what lay beneath.
He slid one finger inside her, curling it upward in a deliberate motion that made her gasp. He watched her face transform with pleasure, studying every reaction as though memorizing a map.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, adding a second finger and feeling her body clench around him. "To make me so desperate for you that I'd be the one to take the initiative?"
Victoria's thighs spread wider, giving him complete access. "Yes," she breathed, the single word containing both confession and victory.
She lifted one leg, her foot coming to rest against his cheek. Her toes pressed playfully against his face, pushing and teasing. It was another provocation, another test to see how far she could push before he broke completely.
"So what are you going to do about it?"
The damned question again. James felt the last threads of his restraint unravel.
He withdrew his fingers and flipped her over in one swift movement, positioning her on her hands and knees. Victoria didn't resist, her body compliant even as her soft laugh told him she was still in control of this game.
James hastily pushed his swim shorts down, his erection springing free. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock brushing against her entrance. Despite the urgency building inside him, he pushed in slowly, watching the point where their bodies joined.
They hissed in unison as he entered her.
"Ahh..." Victoria's voice echoed through the cave, a sound of pure satisfaction.
James held still, allowing them both to adjust to the sensation. Victoria's body was impossibly warm around him, her walls clenching and unclenching with each beat of her heart. He placed his hands on her hips, steadying her and himself.
"This is what you wanted all along," he said, voice strained with the effort of holding back. "To make me lose control."
Victoria looked back over her shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded. "You talk too much."
The challenge in her voice was the final push he needed. James began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. His thrusts became primal, uncoordinated and raw in their honesty. In ten successive thrusts, she came undone but James went on refusing her a little break. Victoria's mouth hung open, breath catching as every thrust sent her further into delirium. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed off the cave walls, punctuated by their shared breaths and moans.
James grabbed a fistful of her wet hair and yanked back just enough to force her face upward. Her eyes stared unfocused and wild. The slight resistance of her scalp against his palm sent another wave of heat through him.
Victoria responded immediately, her body arching into his grip. "Uh...uhh...uh...uh...ah...f-fuck uh...hiss...urghhh...ohhh uhhh."
Her disjointed sounds fueled his frenzy. James pounded into her relentlessly, his hips snapping forward with a force that surprised even him. Each thrust pushed them both closer to the edge of reason, to a place where only sensation existed.
"Ohh yes...ohhyes...yes...please..please," Victoria slurred, her voice breaking on the final word as her eyes rolled back. Her arms trembled, struggling to support her weight as pleasure overwhelmed her.
James watched in fascination as she came apart again beneath him. Her mouth hung open, a thin line of saliva escaping from the corner of her lips. Her eyes were unfocused, glazed over with desire that seemed bottomless. She writhed against him, her body speaking a language of surrender that her words never would.
Victoria's inner walls clamped around him as another orgasm tore through her again, she lost count of how many times she had climaxed.
The rhythmic squirming of her wet hole nearly pushed him over the edge. However, he wasn't ready, not yet. He wanted to see how far he could take her, how much pleasure he could withstand before breaking completely.
"This was what you wanted, uh?" he asked, knowing she was beyond coherent response. "You need help."
Victoria managed only a faint, dreamlike giggle in response, her body trembling with each continued thrust. She had stopped trying to brace herself against the stone bed, her upper body now resting against the cool surface while her hips remained elevated, held in place by his grip.
James leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot against her ear. He released her hair, wrapping his hand instead around her throat in a dominant hold that wasn't tight enough to restrict her breathing but firm enough to remind her of his control. His other hand found her breast, fingers pinching her nipple with enough pressure that sent her spiraling into another climax.
Victoria's fingers found his hand at her throat, not to pull it away but to anchor herself to him as another wave of pleasure washed over her. She bit her lip, trying and failing to contain her moans as they echoed through the cave, bouncing back to them like a chorus of their shared pleasure.
"Ah! Ah! James!" Her voice broke around his name, transforming it into something sacred and profane simultaneously.
The lewd sounds of their coupling filled the space, the wet slap of skin on skin, the drip sound of water from the pool beside them, their combined vocalizations forming a primitive symphony. Victoria's responsiveness continued to amaze him; she climaxed with remarkable frequency, her body seizing around him every few moments.
James lost himself in the rhythm, chasing his own release with single-minded determination. He needed to cum, he needed to spill out the pent up desires from their midnight shenanigans. The James who carefully considered others' feelings, who would have stopped to ask if this was too much, was nowhere to be found. In his place was a creature of pure instinct, driven by need and the intoxicating power of making this wild woman come undone beneath him.