48: Mahalo

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Right before she hit the water, Caroline squealed with delight.

For the first time – at least on this plane – she had dared to jump a real height. The waterfall, part of Maui's famous Ohe'o Gulch, thundered over ragged rocks, cascading into a large, rock-framed pool of warm water about fifty feet below. She emerged from the depths of tha basin and laughed out loud, her heart almost bursting with joy at watching Klaus standing at the top of the falls, gazing down at her. She let herself float, looking up and waiting for him to jump. But he just stood there, a happy, dimpled smile on his face. The face that became more devastatingly beautiful to her every single day.

"Chicken?" she asked quietly, knowing he could hear her perfectly well even over the thunderous water.

"Maybe. What do I get if I jump?" he asked, and Caroline smirked at the reminder of their conversation on the way to the Perito Moreno.

Silently, she kept her eyes on him as she unfastened her sapphire blue bikini top and floated on her back again, letting her bare breasts emerge from the water ever so slightly. He crossed his arms, but she could clearly see the sparkle in his eyes.

"Not nearly good enough."

Biting down a grin, she let one hand slip underneath her matching blue thong. Her breath caught when she saw his eyes widen infinitesimally at the motions of her hand. And she could have sworn that his trunks were becoming just a little bit too tight. Still not enough? In a flash, she had rid herself of the thong and exposed her naked body to him, running her hands over her skin and gazing up at him longingly, sighing with relief when she saw him step forward to the edge. The butterflies went into a hysterical round of Hula at what he said next.

"You know I adore your body beyond words, my angel," he murmured hoarsely, "but what truly brings me to my knees is the look in your eyes."

Sigh.

She should have expected him to not merely jump. It reminded her of a high-diving competition she had once watched on TV. He did a couple of somersaults and a twist before he elegantly dove into the water next to her. An instant later, she was pulled underneath the waterfall and his lips hungrily covered hers while she made quick work of the single piece of clothing that was still in their way. God, how she loved his naked body! Her hands wandered all over his skin, just as his were exploring her.

All of a sudden, she heard voices in the distance.

"Niklaus, stop, there are people coming," she hissed, trying to push away his hand, but he just silently pulled her behind the waterfall. There was a small space between the cascade and the lava rocks, and Caroline even spotted a little cave. Klaus' back was resting against the craggy wall, and his hands were on her butt, slowly drawing her towards him. Caroline turned around nervously to look for the humans that were just about to arrive when he entered her without a warning. Her head flashed back around, and a low moan escaped her. Damn, this feels incredible… go away, humans, please!

The hikers had reached the natural pool by now, but they could thankfully not see through the waterfall. Caroline prayed that they wouldn't want to swim, for there was no way she would be able to put a stop to what her man had just started. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held on to his neck and let her head fall back as Klaus took her. Slowly, gently at first, but gradually increasing his pace. She felt his hard, massive cock glide in and out of her again and again, making her shudder with pleasure while she attempted to strangle the moans and gasps that threatened to escape her. Then again, if she was to be perfectly honest with herself, she no longer cared about the humans at the edge of the pool. An actual little thrill ran through her at the thought of getting caught, but it was quickly replaced by the much greater thrill of Klaus' subdued groan that made every fiber of her body tingle.

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