Can't Fix Cupid

“Admit it, you liked it.”

“No doubt, but that still couldn’t be classified as a cannonball.”

“Stop correcting me and get your naked ass in here,” she says cheekily, her raised arms skimming the surface of the water where she stands. “Don’t leave me in here all by myself.”

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You want me to join you?”

I see her pink head bob up and down. “Yes.”

Admittedly, when I brought her out here, I hoped this would be the result, but I honestly wasn’t sure. I want her to trust me, and I don’t want my playboy reputation to hurt her in any way. I simply wanted to create an opportunity where she could do more of her to-do list, and yeah, seeing her naked was a definite perk.

But fuck, she’s actually inviting me in there with her. I’m not gentleman enough to walk away. My heart starts hammering in my chest so hard that I knock my knuckles against it.

“Hurry up, the water’s fine!” she calls.

Without waiting another second, I toss down my suit jacket, and then my hands move to the buttons on my dress shirt. I watch her with predatory intent. The way her breasts are bobbing, just barely visible above the water... It makes my mouth water.

“Are you sure, Trix?” I ask, my voice low but loud enough for her to hear. “Because if I come in there, I won’t be able to stop myself from touching you.”

“I want you to touch me,” she replies.

I don’t need any more invitation than that. I shrug off my shirt and then drop my pants and boxers before wading into the water with her. “Fuck, that’s cold,” I hiss.

Trix giggles at me. “Is this the part where you blame the cold water for your shrinking member?”

With a smirk, I reach her, and my hands immediately wrap around her waist. I haul her body against mine, and then we’re flush, chest-to-chest. And despite being in the cold ocean water, I’m enveloped in my own hot desire for her. My hands skim over her wet back, tracing the lines of her intricate tattoo, and I swear, the raised skin actually feels like wings.

I walk us a bit closer to shore so we won’t be caught in the waves, and I let my mouth rain soft kisses at the edge of her jaw until my lips skim up to her ear. “Believe me, my darling Valentine, there is no shrinking to my member so long as you’re around.”

To bolster my point, I hike her further up, and her legs immediately lift to wrap around my waist beneath the water. My cock settles against her hip, and she lets out a surprised gasp. Her hands trail over my pecs, her fingers tickling over an old scar on my chest.

Then she surprises me again by immediately dropping her hand between us and grasping me in her palm.

“Fuck, Trix,” I hiss between teeth.

Trix watches me like she’s fascinated by my reaction. “Does this feel good?” she asks innocently.

“It feels fucking fantastic.”

“You’re right, there are definitely no issues with shrinkage,” she says.

I chuckle against her ear as she starts to slowly stroke me up and down, somehow moving at the exact slow tempo I prefer.

Most women I sleep with start working me like I’m a goddamn jackhammer. But Trix…she caresses, she goes languidly, she squeezes just hard enough and brushes her thumb over the head of my dick the way I like. It’s as if she’s in my head, knowing exactly the way I like to be touched.

Keeping one arm wrapped under her ass to hold her up, I bring my other hand around and cup her warmth. She gasps, and the sound instantly makes my cock harden even more.

“I want to dip my fingers in your wetness and feel your pussy clench around my fingers.”

My dirty words have the desired effect. Her nipples harden even more against my chest, and a flush creeps up her neck and cheeks.

“Mm-hmm. That sounds…really nice,” she says between little pants of bre

ath. “You may proceed with that.”

Damn, this girl is cute.

My fingers start to circle over her clit in the same slow tempo that she’s stroking my cock. Her other hand digs into my back, and I feel her thighs tense around my waist.