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He's watching her face, and tilts his head at the sound she makes.

'Too much?'

There's a touch of challenge to it, but he's not here to hurt her unless that's what she asks for.

She's not so taken away when he speaks and she shakes her head, wet strands of hair sticking to her shoulders.

"No. 'm fine. Keep going."

And as if to prove it, she lifts her hips to meet his.

He rocks into her, still more a grind than anything, enjoying the sensation of water and bubbles, and the tight, sweet, clench of her pussy.

'In a minute.'

He sinks down to a crouch in the water, takes hold of her hips and crowds forward so he's as deep as he can go, pressed up against her abs and chest, pulling her into a kiss as he starts to move.

She's more ready for it this time and when he re-positions them, she braces against the bottom of the jacuzzi.

This is more like it. She feels full and their skin sliding against each other is amazing.

Yesssss, that's good. He makes a soft sound of appreciation into her neck and sucks a mark over her pulse point, fucking her deep and hard but keeping her close. Water slops over the side of the tub, but that is so not his problem; he barely notices, locked in heat and steam, and the warm silk of her skin.

She doesn't care about the mess right now - she'll deal with it later. All her attention needs to be on them and just how good this feels.

She clenches around him strong and firm whenever he pulls out, as if she wants to keep him inside her the whole time.

There's nowhere else he wants to be right now. He jerks right back into her at every pull, always firm, always hard, bracing one hand on the edge of the tub and wrapping his other arm around her waist, giving no respite from the pistoning of his hips. He's never still, using his whole body to press down on her and let them rub together, because if he's going to do this properly then he wants her all over him, everywhere.

This is exactly what she wanted, hard and deep and unrelenting, dragging moans and whimpers out of her. She's going to be sore tomorrow but by god it'll have been worth it.

He catches those whimpers in his mouth, laughing silently before his eyes close and he's groaning his own pleasure out.

'Hold me tighter.'

His teeth close on her neck, and he gasps a breath in. He wants her locking him into her, he wants pressure, he wants to feel her need scraping down his back and grabbing his ass. He likes rough, he likes being made to feel it.

Tess wrangles a leg around his waist pulling him in close, leaving almost no distance between them. Her hands slide up his arms resting around his neck and she brings him down for another kiss.

He's happy to oblige, though his breath's tight from the sensation of her leg holding him in. He pushes down on her hips as he kisses her, forcing every thrust to stay deep, and slips his hand flat between them so the rhythm nudges her clit up against his fingers. Everything's slippy in the water, and he's not sure he loves the lack of friction but fuck it, it's still getting him there.

The water bubbling and now his hand pressing against her is almost too much. Clamping down on him hard, she leans her head back into the water, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Oh, yeah. Don't stop. Please don't."

Stop? No.

He moans and arches up off her just once, leaving a couple of seconds to burrow his fingers into her folds and find her clit properly. Two fingers sit either side of it and then he presses back down, his body rubbing over the top, friction on the sides, his cock hard and stringing inside. He loves the feel of nails in his skin, and the sound of her voice when he touches her just right.

'Keep going. I won't stop.'

He's going to love the noise that comes out of her now, not quite a moan that gets caught in her throat, the sensations starting to overwhelm her. Still, she raises her hips in rhythm with his own trying to get even more.

As she grabs at him, her mouth trails down the side of his neck with little bites along the way.

She raises her hips and he could be nice and just let her rise through the rhythm they've already set. But she's so tight and the water makes a cocoon where it's all so hot, he can't help but push on. His balls are getting tight and pulling up to his body, and she's right there, grabbing him and forcing more so that's what he gives her. It's rough now, but he stays close and holds her tight, jockeying hard and groaning into her neck.

She barely manages to gasp out his name at this point. Just one more little thrust up and it all comes tumbling down, not just jet waves crashing against her.

Moaning through the tension coursing throughout her body she still holds him close, her heart racing and hands rubbing him all over.

He laughs in soft delight, and keeps right on going. He'd be amazed to learn that he'll have difficulty with this in future years; right now, everything feels great, and he has no trouble whatsoever in letting his voice rise, groaning pleasure into her neck as it crests up through him. He doesn't fight it, and comes with one last, brutal, jerk, locking up rigid as he lets go, squeezing her just as tight as she's got him.

Tess notices the difference, but isn't about to bring the subject up. Pretty much ever. Her hands run down his back to squeeze his ass gently, encouraging him along.

He relaxes slowly, breathing hard but smiling on the endorphin high. The water removes the usual problem of stickiness and swear, and means he can just chill. And she's nice and comfortable for the time being.

'I like this Jacuzzi.'

He gently bites down on her shoulder, laughs, and raises up to look down at her face.

She's still half submerged in the water which is thankfully, still warm. There's a smile on her face, too, her wet hair plastered down around her shoulders.

"I do, too."

He kisses her once - and quite sweetly - then has to negotiate getting the condom off in the swirling water. He brings her upright and sits her down, then sorts it out carefully. It occurs to him that fucking in this much water might not have been the safest option, but it all seems fine.

He dunks his head to freshen up, messes his hair up and finally gets rid of the rest of his clothes, which feels a lot better.

'I hope the staff'll clean up this mess.'

Because he's sure as hell not going to do it.

It's not like Tess isn't taking her own precautions as well. She sits with an arm draped over each side of the tub and draws her knees to her chest to give him a bit more room.

"They'd better. I pay for it."

Damnit, his cigarettes were ruined, weren't they? Nightmare.

'Have you got any alcohol?'

He might even get one for her, if she's lucky.

Does she have any alcohol. Tess feels like laughing.

"Of course, at the bar in the main room. Help yourself."

Yeah yeah, stupid question. Jim hops out of the tub, hangs his trousers up to dry and disappears, returning a minute later with a bottle, two glasses and ice.

'Why haven't you got better rooms?' he asks, vaulting back in with a splash.

'You can afford it.'