Affection naturally bubbled between us. As did banter. I barely knew what to do with myself. It wasn’t natural for me to fire back at anyone. But he teased it out of me.
“You know, I never did get to skinny dip at the beach,” I said.
“Has the urge returned?” He swirled the water under his fingertips.
I glanced over my shoulder for security cameras or neighbors peering over fences. “Is that safe to do here? You know, private? And sanitary?”
“Yes.” He chuckled. “I change the filter on a regular basis. It’s part of how I earn my keep.”
“That’s very responsible of you.” I peeled the tank top off like a second skin.
His breath hitched. “Do chores turn you on? Because I take out the garbage too.”
I giggled and dipped low in the water to take off my bottoms. “What else can you do?”
“Anything you want me to,” he purred, his eyes dark.
Bubbles fluttered against my bare skin. I swam toward my date, who was still half-hidden amid the streams.
We could do anything. Have sex. Heal somebody. Just be.
Angel shifted under the water, though bubbles warped his exact movements.“Joining you seems like the gentlemanly thing to do,” he said, draping his swim trunks over the edge of the tub.
My heart raced. We were both naked.
Naked and not-quite-in-gravity.
We couldn’t quite see everything, but we could feel it. Carefully. I didn’t even know what to ask for. What to do. All I wanted was for him to touch me. Maybe play.
“My shoulders have been tense,” I said, gesturing vaguely to my deltoids.
“Want a massage?” he offered.
I nodded.
“Come sit on my lap.” He gestured. “I’ll take care of you.”
It was easy enough to obey his instructions. Direct orders channeled my excitement into action.
I perched on the edge of his knees. “Is this okay?”
“You can get closer, pidge.” He rubbed a sweet spot between my shoulder blades, and warm water trickled down my spine.
I took a deep breath, the tops of my breasts meeting with the chill breeze, and leaned back, nudging his shaft.
He gasped against my neck. “Tori. I’m trying to think of various injuries to be a gentleman here, but it’s not working.”
“You can have an erection around me. Or against me.” I rocked my hips to acknowledge his member. “You can have all kinds of feelings.”
He groaned and gripped me tighter. “Can I feelyou?”
Desire pooled inside my gut, my breasts heavy with need.
I laid my head on his shoulder and spread my legs, patting his abs to find and grip his length firmly. “I thought water wasn’t the best…”
‘Lubricant’ was too technical of a word for a tender moment like this.
“It has its benefits,” he said, cupping my breasts and tugging until I keened against him.
