“You think this is fun? It’s freezing out here. My balls are the size of walnuts.”
She kissed him. “I told you I’d warm them up when we got back inside. This is living, Gavin.”
“This is freezing, Elizabeth. Your nipples are frozen and poking my chest.”
She rubbed them against him, tilted her head back, and dragged her hair against the water. “It feels great.”
“You’re numb and feel nothing. I’m going to make you pay for this.”
“Ha. You will not.” She pushed away from him and floated on top of the waves.
But she was obviously enjoying herself, laughing and acting like a kid. He liked seeing her this way, unguarded and free, even if it took several pitchers of margaritas to get her to relax.
And she was obviously warmed by tequila. He was not. He was freezing and had had enough. He scooped her up in his arms.
“Okay, ocean mermaid, time to head into a warm shower before my dick freezes and falls off.”
She lifted her head and focused slightly bleary eyes on him. “If you insist.”
He carried her out of the water and into the house, where he deposited her wet, dripping body on his bathroom floor. He turned on the shower and tried not to shiver as the water heated, then directed her inside and followed her.
Hot water had never felt so good. Her body was chilled, but she leaned against the wall and grinned while he washed the sea out of her hair, rinsed it, and put that conditioner stuff on it. Then he soaped up her body.
She was at least pliant, turning whichever way he told her to.
“You ready to get out? Think you can dry yourself and make it to bed while I wash?”
Instead, she took his soap in her hands and lifted her gaze to his. “I’m not ready to get out yet. Turn around and let me wash you.”
He wasn’t going to argue. He gave her his back, and she rubbed soap all over him. There was something about her hands on his body—even if it was just his back—that got him hard. Maybe it was the closeness of being in the shower together or the heat and steam from the water or the fact that his teeth weren’t chattering anymore.
And maybe it was just Elizabeth, who replaced her hands on his back with her breasts as she moved into him and wound her arms around him to rub the soap across his chest and stomach, her breasts soaping his back as she slid back and forth.
When her hands snaked lower, he looked down to watch rivers of soap streaming toward his very hard cock.
“Turn around, Gavin.”
He took the soap from her hands, put it on the shelf, and let the shower spray rinse him. Then he turned and grabbed the spray nozzle, lifting it from the holder to rinse all the soap from her breasts, using his hands to smooth the bubbles from her nipples.
She giggled. “That tickles.”
He directed the spray over her belly and between her legs. She lifted her gaze to his. “That doesn’t tickle. It feels good.”
“Do you get yourself off with shower spray?”
She nodded. “It’s an easy orgasm. Fast and hard when I’m in a hurry.”
His cock twitched. He replaced the sprayer, then turned and slipped his hand between her legs. She gasped. “Fast and hard, huh? Is that how you like it?”
She gasped and reached for his shoulders as he rubbed her *. “Sometimes when I really need to come.”
He put his other arm around her, then slipped two fingers into her *, continuing to rub her clit with his hand. “Do you really need to come, Elizabeth?”
“It’s all I’ve been thinking about since we’ve been in here, since I’ve been touching you.”
He pulled his fingers out and pushed her against the wall, dropped to his knees and lifted one of her legs, draping it over his shoulder so he could spread her wide for him.
She had the most beautiful * he’d ever seen. Plump, juicy lips and a pretty tuft of red hair covering her sex. She was glistening wet, and he couldn’t wait to taste her. He cupped her butt cheeks and drew her to his mouth, sliding his tongue over her * lips.
“Oh, God, Gavin. Yes, that’s so good.”
He licked her clit, put his mouth over her, and sucked the bud, rolling his tongue over it. She pushed her pelvis against him, silently asking for more. He moved his tongue all over her, from her clit to her *, licking her all over.
The water cascaded down her belly and over her sex, washing into his mouth as he devoured her. He wondered if that added to the sensation. He hoped so, because he wanted her going crazy as he made her come. He slipped his finger inside her, pumped it in and out, swirled his tongue over her clit, and felt her * grip his finger. He added another and another, and each time her * tightened, her moans grew louder and her hands slapped the wall.
“Dammit, Gavin,” she cried.
He kept the focus of his tongue around her clit, licking her with relentless strokes while fucking her * harder with his fingers.