wasn’t hard to read.
“Hold that thought.” He made quick work of placing the champagne bucket, one dish of assorted sugar cubes, and their flutes on the edge of the pool for easy access.
“Your attention, please,” he announced like a circus barker. When he had her attention, Arnie peeled off his underwear, giving his happy cock a chance to stretch.
Her smile was huge, and her laugh sounded giddy. “Turns out, I like my men on the cocky side.”
He gave her a show and calmly stroked himself while she pretended to get the swoons and collapse in a faint.
Stepping into the warm, swirling water, he gathered her in a fierce hug and held her tight against his body as he sank onto the spa bench and took her with him.
“Oh god,” she sighed in a husky moan. “This feels awesome.”
Squirming around until the jets hit her where she wanted, his golden girl slutty mermaid completely ignored him while she played in the water.
He let her splash around and get goofy while he poured champagne and enjoyed the show. When he handed her the flute, she stood in front of him to accept it. Droplets of water clung to her nipples and to the small patch of golden fuzz barely covering her mound.
She was completely unconcerned with her nudity. The realization that she wasn’t playing him and was coming from a place of freedom shook him to his core. The women he’d known were only after his cock—or his money. He’d never known a single second of openness or freedom before Summer.
Over the rim of her glass, she smiled slyly, and asked, “How do you suppose mermaids do it?”
“Do what?” he answered.
“You know.” Summer giggled. “It.”
“The filthier the words, the better, remember?”
Happiness filled their jungle hideaway when her laughter rang out. She hummed the Jeopardy tune and drawled, “I’ll take Mermaid Fucking for a thousand, please.”
In the next heartbeat, she sank next to him and sipped the champagne. “Confession?”
“Sure. Go for it.” He drank his champagne and waited.
“I like looking at you.”
That constituted a confession? He looked at her with a curious expression.
“The whole package is nice, but I’m talking about …” She pointed at his lap beneath the bubbling water.
“Words, baby,” he reminded her through a pleased smirk.
She made a face and slugged down the rest of the flute in what felt like an act of courage. “Your cock,” she blurted out. “It’s beautiful.”
For effect, he made a display of reaching into the bubbles to stroke himself. “My cock thanks you and wants you to know how much we enjoy your pussy.”
Her hand joined his in the water and touched him with tentative fingers.
“No need to be shy, baby. I like a firm grip.”
“Like this?” she asked in a breathy voice.
Her grip was nice but nowhere near what his cock could take. He covered her fingers with his and demonstrated. With her hand wrapped tightly around the base, he grunted to share his pleasure.
“Say hello with a hearty squeeze.”
She did as instructed.
“Then slide to the head and ease up. This is your tease-zone, okay?”
Her grip lessened, and he felt her thumb rubbing that spot on the underside of his cock that made him moan.
“You like that,” she whispered.
“Yes, baby. Maybe too much.”
She repeated the squeeze, stroke, and tease maneuver several times until his leg shook. He moved her fingers away before he lost it.
That was when the kissing began. They made out with increasing urgency. She climbed all over him until he pinned her beneath his body, half in and half out of the water as he ravished every inch of her until she was shaking uncontrollably.
Their passions flamed to life in a roaring bonfire of lust. Even if he wanted to go slow, it wasn’t going to happen. Summer was too needy, and he wanted her with such desperation that nothing else mattered.
“Straddle me,” he demanded as he sank onto the bench seat.
She clutched his shoulders and spread her thighs over his lap. As she sank down, Summer kissed him with thrilling abandon, telling him with her tongue and lips what she wanted.
Primal instincts overtook him. He felt vital and alive but slowed slightly because he wasn’t fucking her until she was on fire. Until her body was ready for the powerful mating they rushed toward.
When the kissing stopped long enough for them to breathe, he noticed her boobs were floating on the churning bubbles. The sight was quite alluring.
Even in the throes of passion, Summer still managed to touch his