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into an almost painful arch. The cool breeze made her nipples tiny points of hard need.  
    “Where,” he said, sliding slowly in her, “is it.”  
    “In the dining room,” she gasped, “under the mail.”  
      He pulled out of her. She grunted. “Wait,”  
    “You’ve been a good girl,” he said, leaning over her. “Time for your reward.”  
      He grabbed her, turned her around, and lifted her up, throwing her into the pool. For a moment of sheer terror, she was afraid she might slip under the surface and drown. All the strength had gone out of her. Josh took her arm and held her up, pulling a raft to him. He lifted her up and dropped her on it, face down, and then climbed on it himself. Their weight made it sink, until they were nearly underwater. He threw his arms around her and the raft both, and she instinctively guided him in with her hand as he took her from behind. They rolled into the water as he fucked her, her head nearly dipping beneath the surface with every thrust. She put her legs together to squeeze him more tightly, the sensation doubling, tripling. She nearly bit the rubber raft. He threw his legs out to keep them from sinking and to pin her down as he rolled his entire body in one fluid motion, driving hard into her.  
      She felt her excitement build up again, but this time it was flatter, broader. All the strength went out of her, and he had to hold her up to keep her from sinking. She gave into it, her eyes lidded, her mouth falling open and every breath roughly working its way out of her as a half-grunt, half moan. He kissed the back of her neck, squeezed her, and despite the cold and the exposure, she felt strangely safe, protected by his strength. She was melting, fading into him, and when she felt the pressure building in his loins again, it was as if he was drawing her into his essence, their bodies melding together. She made a small, pained sound as the first wave came, involuntarily clenching around him. He grunted, willing himself to hold on, to keep going and drive her deeper into frenzy. Her legs quivered, splashing into the water.  
      Release came. It surged through her, making her spasm. It all happened at once. He pulled her off the raft and rolled with her, lifting her with his hips into the air, the cool breeze ripping the scream out of her as she came. He landed on his feet, holding her up, supporting her as he fucked hard from behind, lancing into her, his thrusts becoming more forceful again. He exploded inside her, a point of white heat against the terrible chill in the air and the water, and she went limp as the pleasure took her, driving the strength out of her limbs. When it was over, he was leaning back, treading water, holding her up.  
      He managed to get his arms under her and lift her onto the raft. The morning sun was hot on her bare skin even as the breeze was icy cold. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in it. Josh leaned against the side of the pool until he caught his breath, then slowly went to the shallow side and got up, awkwardly jumping out, now either oblivious or unconcerned for his nakedness. He walked over to the little shed, found some towels, and put them on the edge, then jumped back in. When she was ready to stand up, leaning on him, he put a towel around her nude body and helped her out, another wrapped around his own waist.  
    “Wow,” she finally managed.  
    “I hope you didn’t wake up the neighbors.”  
    “I don’t think anybody is home.”  
      There was a look of palpable relief on Josh’s face when he slid the mail aside and found his disk. Cindy looked at him for a moment, then shrugged and let her towel dropped and yanked on his where he’d knotted it at his hip, letting it pool around his feet. He blinked in confusion for a second and then said, “Hey!”  
    “Nothing you haven’t seen before,” she snickered, and sauntered off for the stairs.  
      She fell on her bed and listened as Josh went back into