Her tits press against my bare chest.
Her hard-as-shit nipples rub against my skin.
The cold steel of her piercings causes my entire body to break out into a sweat despite being in a pool of warm water.
“Oh, dear heavens,” she says, gripping me by the shoulders. “We, uh... we’re touching.”
“We are,” I say past a tight jaw.
“My boobs are against your manliness.”
“Yup. Are you intending to remove them?”
“I am... I am, just trying to figure out how to do this in a classy way.”
“There’s no classy way of getting out of this. Just pull away.”
“Okay. I’m going to count to three.”
“There’s no need to count. Just pull away.”
“But counting feels right. A finality to these unforeseen circumstances.”
“There could have been a finale several seconds ago,” I huff out, praying to fucking God she doesn’t feel how hard I am.
“Right, right. Okay, on three.” She takes a deep breath. “We shall part.”
“Just count.”
Her eyes meet mine. “We part on three, not after. Right on three.”
“Jesus, fuck,” I say as I push her away, sending her to the other side of the spring.
“That wasn’t on three.”
“Yeah, well, you were taking too fucking long,” I say, getting as far away as I can, my cock straining for her.
“Excuse me for attempting to be graceful.” She reaches up to her ponytail, undoes her hair, and then dips her head back into the water. When she lifts, she looks like a goddamn wet dream—her skin wet, her tits just below the surface of the water, her expression completely relaxed.
It’s too much to fucking bear, especially after the rubdown I just received from her nipple piercings.
With both hands, I cover my face and groan.
“What’s wrong? Step on something wrong? An unexpected jagged rock, perhaps?”
“No.” I lean my head back against the edge of the spring and close my eyes. If I close my eyes, then I won’t be tortured.
“Then what was it?” I hear her still. “Oh God, is there an eel in here? Ready to snap my nips off?”
“For fuck’s sake, no. Just... just relax.”
“You promise there are no eels?”
“There are no eels.”
“Okay.” She shifts against the mud wall and rests her head. There, see, with my eyes closed and her far away, this will be completely fine. “Mmm,” she moans. “This feels so good.”
Or maybe not.
