Sinners & Gin - Top Shelf

I was rewarded with a small smile and knew she liked the idea.

When we came upon a bend in a lazy river, complete with a tall oak tree for shade, I reached out to help her down the bank.

“Ready to get naked?” I asked, enjoying the devilish glint in her eye in response.

“I didn’t bring my bathing suit. What if someone comes by? Tennessee?”

“No one will come by, I assure you. Come on, it’ll be refreshing.” I laughed. “Actually, it will be as cold as fuck since that is melted snow, but I still dare you to jump in.”

She smiled and nodded in response. “I’ll take that dare.”

I was already shrugging out of my shirt while her fingers had barely made any progress on her clothing. As expected, I beat her into the water, diving into the deepest part of it.

She was much slower and more tentative, as I expected, and when she finally began to inch her way into the water, she was still wearing her bra and panties.

I began to walk slowly toward her, as if she were a doe I didn’t want to spook.

In the shallows, there was no mistaking where my interests lay. Even in the cold water, I was hard and fully, impressively erect. The power this woman had over me at all times was bewitching.

“You do swim?” I asked, coming to stand next to her.

She almost, but not quite, glared at me. “Of course, I do. It’s just cold.”

I could see the way her nipples were peaked beneath the material of her bra, although I would have preferred to have deluded myself into thinking that it was evidence of her own desires for me.

I dove away from her then, into deeper water, and turned around to wait for her to come all the way in, but I wasn’t one to wait on anything I wanted.

“Aria, you’re taking entirely too long. It’s going to be dinner time before you’re actually swimming,” I complained. “How about if I splash you to help things along?” I put my hand up in the water facing her as if I were going to do just that.

“Don’t you dare, Matthew!” She smiled, but I knew she was serious. “You better not splash me!” she fairly screeched. “I’ll get in on my own time. It’s fucking cold!”

I didn’t say anything to that, but commenced swimming in an arc around her, getting closer and closer to her. “What about if I grab you and pull you under?”

“Then I’ll know never to come swimming with you again,” she returned smartly.

I sighed loudly, but I had to admit that she was making progress. She was almost up to the tops of her thighs. “Dive in. You’re almost there.”

“Don’t push me!”

I dunked under and came up directly in front of her, my arms open wide as if I would hug her.

“Stop that! You can’t hug me. You’re all wet!”

She was yelling at me, but she was laughing too, and I felt as if a dead weight had been lifted off my heart. With so much rage that I had been holding inside, and the way things had started with us, it was good to see her laugh.

God she was beautiful.

As I slowly advanced, she backed up until she nearly stumbled backwards and my hand shot out to steady her, pulling her inexorably close instead against me for a soft, gentle kiss. But I could tell she was tense that I might pull her in with me, so I stopped there and backed off, and seconds later—her bra and panties thoroughly dampened by the contact with me—she surface dove into the cool water, popping up a good ways away from me.

“You can hold your breath a long time,” I praised, swimming over to where she was floating on her back.

“I told you I could swim. I just like to do things on my terms.”

I huffed in response. “Stand up,” I said, holding her hand to steady her as she found her feet in the sandy bottom.

She looked at me curiously, and I let go of her fingers to trace mine along the top lace of her bra. “You’re wearing entirely too much clothing to be able to swim comfortably, aren’t you?” I asked it as if I were going to give her the chance to say no.

In seconds, she was naked in the water. I scooted out just long enough to put her bra and panties on the bush in the sun so that they would dry, then dove back in and chased her relentlessly, having the same advantages in my long legs and arms in the water as I did on land. I finally picked her up and carried her out of the river to lay her gently down on my shirt I had placed on a patch of grass before following her down to ravage her from head to toe, reveling in her soft sighs and ragged moans.