I bite my lip, spinning in the water to face him. With a growl of satisfaction, my hand finds him beneath the surface. He’s already hard, already ready—without much persuasion. My fingers wrap around his length, and I lift my gaze to meet his.
I don’t move. I just watch him.
A moment passes, then another—until his hips flex involuntarily, seeking friction. The second they do, I release him with a soft laugh.
"You tease… I tease," I murmur.
His legs tighten around me, trapping me between them as he pushes himself upright, bringing his face close to mine. My heartbeat spikes.
"I haven’t kissed those beautiful lips of yours all day," he says, regret lacing his voice.
"No, you haven’t…" I whisper, tilting my head, brushing my lips lightly over his, relishing this game and wondering who w
