My fingers hook over the top of his underwear, tugging at them.
“Willow…” It comes out as a warning—or a promise. We both know what will happen if he gets his underwear off.
My body tingles with anticipation. I want this. But there’s something I want to do first. I want to make the big SEAL come undone.
As my fingers glide his underwear over his hips, I take a deep breath and sink under the water. I hear Hudson gasp, and I love that I’ve surprised him again.
Though water goes up my nose, I breathe it out slowly, making little bubbles rise to the surface. It’s dark under the water; the moonlight barely penetrates, but it’s enough to see the dark shadow of his cock bob in the water as I release it from his underwear. I leave them around his thighs and grasp the base of his cock in my fist. He jerks forward, and I part my lips. Water floods into my mouth, and I push it out as my mouth closes around his cock. I have no idea what this feels like for him—the mixture of hot water and lips and my mouth, but based on the way his body jerks, I think he likes it. I glide my lips down his length and let my tongue run around his tip.
Then he’s tugging at my shoulders and pulling me out of the water. Letting his dick slide out of my mouth, I come up for air.
“Fuck, Willow. You’ll drown”
I giggle at his discomfort. “You want me to stop?”
“Yes. No.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck. You confuse the hell out of me.”
“I take that as a compliment.”
He reaches over to the control panel by the ladder. “At least turn off the jets.” He pushes a button, and the jets fall silent.
Then he draws me to him, but I push against him. His underwear is trapped around his thighs, and I lean down to pull them off.
“Wait.” He stops my hand. “If we’re going to do this, we need to agree on the rules of engagement.”
“The rules of what?” I sway in the water in front of him, and his gaze follows my breasts.
“The, um . . . Like is this just for while we’re here, is this just sex…?”
I reach underwater, and my fingertips brush along the side of his cock. Hudson’s words turn to a gargle in his throat.
“Why do there have to be rules, Hudson?”
My hand wraps around his dick, and he sucks in a breath.
“Don’t overthink it. Just enjoy the moment.”
Before he can talk about any more rules and overthink his way to stopping this, I sink underwater and pull his underwear down and off his legs with one tug. Once that’s done, I find his cock. I don’t like thinking about his rules, and I want to find the place where I’m in control. And that place is with my mouth wrapped around him.
He jerks in the water as my lips caress his tip. I let his cock float into my mouth before expelling the water and gently sucking. His moans are muffled through the water, and I suck harder, loving his noises of pleasure.
He tugs at my shoulders, but I keep going even as my lungs beg for air. My hand trails over his balls as I slide his cock in and out of my mouth.
Again, he tugs at my shoulders, and I release his cock to come up for air.
“You can’t keep going underwater. You might run out of breath.”
I note there’s no more talk of rules. I keep one hand on his cock, my fingertips lightly trailing over his sensitive areas.
His eyes are hooded with desire, and he draws me toward him for a hungry kiss. His hands run over my body, and it’s electric. My breasts bump up against him, and every part of my body wants more. Wet lips caress my neck as his hand runs over my skin.
In Hudson’s arms, I feel my control slipping away. It would be easy to lose myself in him, to give in to his deft fingers and hungry mouth. To let him possess me. But I’m not ready to give in to him.
Pulling out of his embrace, I slide my hands down his chest. They linger in the water, my fingertips brushing his cock as it bobs between us.
“If you don’t want me to go underwater, then you’d better move up a few rungs.” I slide my shoulders underwater and take a big breath. But before I can go under, Hudson shifts on the ladder.
“Wait.” He moves up a rung, and water slides off his hard muscles like Adonis surfacing from a lake.
