Strax’s breathing had subtly changed, becoming a little heavier, though he remained perfectly still. His eyes, fixed on hers, now seemed even more intense, almost shining in the candlelight, as if carrying an energy that settled in his gaze. His hand, still resting at the base of her back, moved slightly, not to press, but to confirm—a silent reaffirmation of what had just happened.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still—the water, the candles, their very breath. It was as if time had stopped for a moment, just to register the change between them, the process that had led them to this point. To that kiss which, however brief, made it clear that something had changed.

Strax’s hand moved again, now rising slightly up her spine, without a clear purpose, but with a light pressure. It wasn’t demanding. It was... exploratory. As if he were rediscovering the path, each touch exploring new territory, each moving a little slower to feel the way. His fingers brushed the base of her neck, and, for the first time, he exhaled slowly, the warm, moist air of his breath mingling with the steam around him.

Agnes didn’t pull away.

Her shoulders moved with each breath, her eyes still fixed on his, still resolute. The hand on her shoulder moved slightly, the fingers curving, not in demand, but in... acceptance. Her knuckles moved back to Strax’s wet skin, tracing a light path that blended with the water and steam. With each touch, their pressure shifted, with each exhalation, creating a silent cadence that harmonized with the sound of the water.

There was something different between them now.

It wasn’t just the proximity.

It was the feeling.

The charge.

The electricity.

It was the confidence of a touch that knew where it was, where it could go, and what it might find. And, for the first time, there was anticipation—the expectation of each touch deepening, each kiss lingering, each movement guiding the next.

Strax moved, still maintaining eye contact, drawing closer. He ran his hand up her neck and through her wet hair, almost entwining himself in it, as if exploring a new texture. His other hand moved up her back, around her shoulder, and into the water. He found her waist, held it lightly, and with a fluid movement, shifted her position on his lap. The movement was subtle, but the consequences were not. Now she was sitting on his lap, her legs wrapped around him and her body pressed against his.

For a moment, they both seemed breathless.

But their gazes... didn’t give up. Didn’t look away.

Then, slowly, he brought his face close to hers, close enough that their noses almost touched. His face pressed against hers, his warm breath mingling with hers. His touch wasn’t frantic. It was... deliberate. It happened at its own pace. His thumb moved over her lips, tracing the curve below, just feeling the outline before sliding down her neck, feeling every inch. He reached her neck, and his thumb pressed lightly on the spot where he had felt her pulse before.

His other hand moved up her spine, over the gale, and toward her shoulder. His fingers brushed her ear before pushing a handful of her hair aside. As the seconds passed, he moved his hand into the water. He wasn’t just feeling. He was exploring. Discovering the curves of Agnes’s spine. His knuckles brushed against her skin in a way that felt both exploratory and possessive. As if he were learning the map of her body for the first time. And each movement was rhythmic. Measured. Connected to their breathing.

Then, finally, their lips met again. Now it wasn’t a brief kiss. It was an assault. Strax’s lips moved over hers in a fluid and unpredictable dance. His mouth open, his tongue warm. Searching for hers. Pulling her closer. His hand gripped the nape of her neck, his fingers entwining in her hair as he pulled her face closer to his. Everything... he could feel. Everything he could taste. Her taste mingling with the taste of water and wine.

And with that... each kiss deepened.

Each thrust.

Each touch.

Agnes didn’t pull away. Not even after their lips parted for the first time. Her fingers found Strax’s wet hair and gripped it tightly, guiding him back for more kisses. Her neck arched forward, Strax’s mouth finding her soft, wet skin. His lips brushed against her neck as he kissed the valley between her breasts, his lips moving in an erratic path that left a warm, moist trail on her skin.

Strax lifted his face back, pressing his nose against Agnes’s cheek and breathing deeply before finding her lips again in an almost frenzied kiss. Their lips collided with forcefully enough that the little boat rocked subtly beneath them. Strax’s mouth moved over hers in a voracious, clumsy dance, as if they were both opening the doors to something that had been locked for too long. Their tongues intertwined, and he savored her taste as if it were his lifeblood.

A sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt echoed from Strax’s chest as he exhaled into Agnes’s mouth. He pulled her face closer to his, his fingers tangling in her wet hair as he kissed her deeply and voraciously. Steam enveloped them like a warm, moist mist as their naked bodies grew even hotter in contact with each other.

Strax’s hand slid down Agnes’s nape, from her spine to the base of her back. He squeezed hard enough for her to feel the touch of his palm on her skin as his other hand moved up her ribs to her left breast. His fingers moved to explore the hardened nipple before gently pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

With a low, breathless moan, Agnes moved behind Strax’s palm on her spine.

The intense touch of the hardened pin between his fingers sent a surge of excitement from her spine to her groin.

Strax lifted his head just enough to trace the line of her neck with his tongue before biting the sensitive skin near her ear. His teeth poked at the flesh before releasing his prey and tracing soft kisses across her cheek.

Strax rose and pressed his lips to hers in an overwhelming kiss. His teeth grazed Agnes’s lower lip before his tongue thrust into her mouth, intertwining with hers.

He gripped Agnes’s thighs with his hands and spread them even wider, burying his face between her legs.

His nose sank into her swollen clitoris and he pressed his tongue against her throbbing sex before sucking on her clitoris in a furious rhythm. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Agnes’s hands moved to the sides of Strax’s face. Her fingers sank into his wet curls before moving to his shoulders and pushing him deeper inside her. The boat rocked dangerously beneath them as Strax tilted his head and buried his face even deeper between Agnes’s legs. His stubble and hungry lips brushed against her soft thighs as his mouth and tongue worked in harmony on her soaked sex.

For a few moments, all of Strax’s attention was focused between Agnes’s legs. He licked and sucked her clitoris like a possessed man. His circular tongue played on her clitoris before sliding in and out of her wet slit. He thrust into her with his wrist and muffled her moan against her sex.

Agnes’s thighs tightened around Strax’s face as she felt her orgasm coming. Her hands moved down to his shoulders, and she pulled hard on his curls before slipping her fingers through them and pressing his face against her throbbing sex. Her body contracted as orgasm approached, and then she exploded beneath his face in a thunderous climax. Her whole body writhed and convulsed under Strax’s experienced mouth, and for a long moment the whole world seemed to disappear until only the heavy sound of Agnes’s breathing and moans filled the air.

Strax towered over her, a satisfied look on his gleaming face. He wiped his mouth with his wrist and then brought her lips to his in a wet kiss. They fell together into the now cold water, their bodies throbbing, their breathless, satisfied voices echoing off the cave walls.

Agnes pushed Strax’s chest so he rested on his hands, her mouth slightly open in a sigh. Her eyes drifted down to where his swollen, erect penis hung between his thighs, throbbing in rhythm with his heavy breathing. With a mischievous smile, she ran her hand up Strax’s thigh and cupped his throbbing cock, the warmth and softness of her palm making him writhe in her hands.

Strax exhaled sharply, his hips moving forward in a silent plea for more. But Agnes had other plans. With deliberate slowness, she removed her hand, leaving the throbbing member bare and exposed. Her fingers traced a thin line along the base of its shaft, circling the soft, stretched skin to the wrinkled head, glistening with pre-ejaculate.

"Now it’s my turn," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. And before he could answer, she moved down, her damp hair tickling his thighs. She covered the length of his penis with her hand, squeezing it with increasing abandon, moving up and down the shaft.