Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Xena's POV

THE MOTHER FUCK... My body gave one final shudder. His strong arms kept me close, preventing me from drifting too far, and every time my nipples brushed against his chest, they stayed hard, sending little sparks through me.

"Mmm, I definitely enjoyed that," he said, his voice low, the half-smile finally breaking free.

Goddamn, he's the sexiest man I've ever seen.

"Got it," I replied, leaning in closer. A stream of water shot from between my breasts, splashing his face, and I couldn't help but smirk. "Doesn't change anything, though."

He blinked, wiping the water from his eyes with a quick swipe. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." I shrugged, my tone playful but firm. "You ready to keep walking?,

"Can't we just stay here all day?" His eyes dropped to my lips, and I licked them deliberately, letting him know I wasn't done with him yet. The air between us crackled, heavy with unspoken promises.

“Hmm.....” Before I could say more, Ryder's hand found the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that sent a wave of heat straight

to my core. It was fierce, demanding, and it made me ache for him to take me again, harder this time. Yes, what we'd done was fun,

but I wanted more.

a force that stole my breath. "Oh, yes!

reduced to

the edge. Then he grabbed my legs, wrapping them around his waist, and his cock filled me in one swift, powerful motion. I was so lost in the rhythm of him

he whispered in my ear, his voice

I couldn't form words, couldn't do anything but feel as he filled me completely, fucking

existed.

he added a second finger to my ass, I lost it completely. A cry tore from my throat, loud enough to startle a flock of birds into flight, and Ryder's roar of release echoed mine as we both came, our bodies trembling in

around us. Finally, he spoke, his voice rough but warm. "I think you

my body still buzzing. "You think?" teased, my voice soft but

tone. "Let's keep moving. But I promise, there's

slid out of the water. My entire body ached, a delicious kind of sore. My legs

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minutes, letting the sun warm our skin until we were mostly dry. The silence between us was comfortable,

wanted to ask.

I asked, my voice quieter than I

Ryder replied, his eyes

you know, have sex with someone.” I avoided His gaze, suddenly unsure if I wanted the answer. The thought of him sharing this place, this kind of intimacy, with someone else