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I swam over before I could talk myself out of it. The water was so cold that my skin had pulled tight, and when I put my hand on her face she was the only warm thing in the whole cave.
“Ana,” I said. “May I?”
“Please,” she whispered.
I kissed her. She kissed me back like she’d been waiting a week, her hands finding my waist, then my back, then the clasp of my bikini top. It floated away across the surface. Her mouth moved down my throat to my breast. The cold made my nipples painfully hard, and her warm tongue on them was a shock of pleasure so intense that I cried out and the cave threw the sound back at us.
She pushed me against the limestone ledge. The rock was rough on my shoulder blades. She hooked her fingers into my bikini bottoms and slid them down, and then her hand was between my legs under the water, two fingers sliding into me, her thumb on my clit, pumping slowly. My head fell back. A bird shrieked in the roots overhead. I came with a hoarse gasp, clenching round her, and she held me through it, whispering.
Then I did the same for her, in the green light, her legs wrapped round my waist, her braid floating around us like a ribbon. She came with her mouth against my neck, shuddering, laughing, saying my name.
We sunbathed afterwards on the warm stones, naked and shameless, and ate mangos she’d brought in her bag.
“Welcome,” said Ana, “to Mexico.”
Best swim of my life.
Ending 7 of 16: The Deep End. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.