I’m Under again as he follows my directions. Time to get a little revenge. I kick right up to him. One of my wet hands runs down his arm. He doesn’t react like I think he’s going to. He stiffens instead of jumping.
Interesting.
I run a hand down his other arm. His shoulder is out of the water so the trail of water I leave is visible. His Adam’s apple climbs up and back down with a thick swallow. The mood shifts from boiling to sizzling.
In a bold experiment, I press my whole body up against him. I have to wrap my arms around his neck to hold on to him, otherwise, I’ll slide right off. Our bodies are so slick there’s no friction between us. This isn’t where I was going to go but now I’m curious.
“Wh-what are you doing? That feels—” His eyes shut and he shudders.
When I wiggle around, my control over the situation slips. He smells too good. He’s so masculine and enticing. I’m too attracted to him. I want to run my hands all over him. I swim back a few feet and come Up. “What does that feel like?”
“What did you just do?” His head swivels toward me.
“What did it feel like?”
“It felt like… warmth and soft… but not solid. I knew you were there but I couldn’t really feel you.” He clears his throat. “It was like how I imagine hugging a cloud might feel, but more than that. More like a ghost. I dunno. That’s not it either. It’s trippy.” He lets out a long breath.
“Interesting,” I say. Toying with him is my new favorite pastime.
“You aren’t going to tell me what you were doing?”
I shrug.
“Was that the trick you learned?”
I raise an eyebrow at him. I go back Under and he rolls his eyes. I bite my lip in indecision. Act, don’t think so much. A tentative hand extends to his bare shoulder. I rub my hand down it. I expect him to move away or grab me. But he’s still, he keeps his eyes forward.
I rub my hand down the other side as well. The hard muscles flex under my perusal. There’s a little bone at the top of his shoulder my thumbs run over and over again. The water collects in a little pool there before dripping down his arm. I want to lick it up.
And so I do.
I briefly tongue the divot and lust shoots through me. He closes his eyes with a shudder. His arms float out in the water. One grazes my stomach but I don’t flinch. He won’t touch me. I know that now. He’s letting me explore him. He’s giving me the upper hand. He understands what I need before I do.
“It’s only fair,” he whispers as though he’s following my train of internal thought. “After all the times I’ve seen you naked.”
He’s teasing but right. I give him a wet-willy.
He crooks his ear to his shoulder with a laugh but then relaxes into the same position as before, as I continue my exploration of his body. He’s warm and solid and smooth underneath me as I rub all over his upper body, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. His chest isn’t smooth though, and I twirl my hand into his chest hair. They must Photoshop it out of the ads. His nipples are tiny, brown and hard. I get the overwhelming urge to flick my tongue against one. But I don’t this time. I’m close enough to bite him though because his breath tickles my ear as he lets it out.
“This feels very… uh, nice. Like a marshmallow massage.”
I’m aroused. Very aroused. Shocked at how arousing this is. I never even use the word “arouse” and here I am abusing the hell out of it. I’m glad he can’t see me. I’m glad he can’t tell how flushed I am. How I keep biting my lip. My back is arching and my breasts ache to rub against his chest.
My hands lower to his abs. I trail my fingertips over nature’s speed bumps but they don’t slow me down. My fingers toy with his trunk’s drawstrings. I lightly scrape my nails along the top.
“Jesus Christ,” he gasps.
I grin to myself and dip below his trunks enough to brush where the coarse hair starts.
“Uh, Maggie?” He clears his throat. “What are you doing?”
My grin stretches. I’m reckless and seductive and I love it. I never feel this way. Since puberty, I’ve seen men’s looks hover in the areas that grew too fast, developed stretch marks. Those were looks of something dark and scary. Looks of control. Now, here, with Roe,Ifeel powerful. In control. Like he’s barely keeping it together and it doesn’t scare me one bit. It turns me on. So much.
His voice cracks as he says, “You should know that, um, my body is reacting to this. I have no control over what’s happening. Below.”
But I’m very aware of his growing problem. Instead of cold dread, I’m aflame in desire for him. I toy with the tip of my tongue between my teeth.
“Oh boy,” he says as I grab his trunks, the loose fabric collects easily in my hands.
