She moaned, and he grazed his hands down to cup her waist.
“Move over here for me.” With gentle hands, he moved her in front of the pulsing jet, smiling as she squealed softly when what he had in mind became apparent.
“But I wantyouto touch me.”
He slid his hands around, cupping her breasts, as he pressed her back up against him, his hardness nestled against the soft curve of her thigh. “I am touching you.” Silently, he slid his hands down to her hips, urging her forward, knowing the jet of water would soon make her crazy.
“Oh, Michael, I—”
“Shhh. Just let go. Let the water touch you. Let me touch you.”
With the tip of his finger, he traced a path up herbody, finding her erect nipple and teasing it between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped, then moaned, her hips swaying in a rhythm he’d come to know well.
They stayed like that, the water stroking her, his hands caressing her, as her breath came faster and faster, her excitement pulling him closer and closer. Then finally, she cried out and rocked backward into his arms.
He eased her down onto the bench seat, and she lolled against him, her fingers idly drawing a pattern on his thigh. “Nice,” she murmured.
“Sleepy?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“Maybe I should take you to your cabana and put you to bed.”
She turned her face up to look at him, then shook her head just slightly. “Bed? Yes. Sleep? No.” She stroked his cheek. “I’m not through with you quite yet.”
He chuckled. “Whatever you want. I’m here to make your fantasies come true.”
