22
"Mmm, this is nice." You breathe when we finally get used to the temperature.
You practically glow in the moonlight. Looking as beautiful as ever.
Sure, your lips are still a blue hue, and you've got goosebumps all over your body. I know that because after I jumped in, you latched yourself to me and your hands started roaming. Both of our hands started to roam.
This is new, uncharted territory. Before tonight, we've kept things pretty tame.
"It is nice," I say, running my lips along your collarbone. I want to mark you. To show the world that you're mine, but we're both professionals.
I don't know how far this is going to go, but God, Bella, the things you do to me make me want it all. Every bit of you.
I don't know how, but you've gotten under my skin. I'm starting to think that you're everything I need and everything I didn't know I wanted. I don't know how I'll ever thank my best friend for setting me up on that strange blind date.
Your hand trails down my chest and into the water, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Are you here?" you ask. "With me?"
Before I can nod, your hand wraps around my painfully hard member, and my head falls back.
"Nowhere else I'd rather be." I groan as your hand pumps me agonizingly slow.
You suck my earlobe into your mouth and whisper, "Maybe we should take this inside and check out that fancy whirlpool you were telling me about."