She was on the deck, stripping her clothes off. She was down to her bra and panties, and it was making his dick hard seeing her on his deck like that. He brought his focus up to her face.
“What are you doing, honey?”
“Getting naked.”
“I see that. Why?”
She turned to him and gave him a wicked grin. “I want to go skinny dipping in the ocean.”
He couldn’t help but smile at her. She was a really cute drunk. Dumb and senseless, but cute. “I don’t think swimming drunk in the ocean is a really good idea.”
“By myself, of course not. But you’ll be with me to keep me from drowning.” She unhooked her bra and waved it at him, then dropped it on the floor.
She made a good point. So did her ni**les.
“So? Are you going to get naked and go skinny dipping with me?”
“Do you know how cold the ocean is at night?”
“Suck it up. I’ll warm your c**k and balls when we get back inside. Then you can f**k me.”
She shimmied out of her panties and stood naked in front of him, her hands on her hips.
He sighed and pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts. Her gaze rocketed to his cock, already semi-hard at the thought of taking her to bed later.
He should be ashamed of himself, thinking of taking advantage of her in her drunken state.
Then again, the cold water should sober her up a little.
She laughed and turned, making a beeline for the water. He ran after her, easily overtaking her. He got to the water before she did and dove in, waiting for her. She leaped in, the waves crashing into her and knocking her over.
Gavin was there to pull her up, and she came up sputtering and laughing.
“Holy shit, that’s cold.”
“Told ya.”
She splashed him with water, then grabbed him as another wave rushed over them. Her legs wrapped around his, and he dug into the sandy bottom to hold them both steady as the water battered at them.
She laughed as they stood waist high in the water and took a beating.
“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 ni**les 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 br**sts as she moved into him and wound her arms around him to rub the soap across his chest and stomach, her br**sts 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 br**sts, using his hands to smooth the bubbles from her ni**les.
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 c**k 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 pu**y. “Sometimes when I really need to come.”
He put his other arm around her, then slipped two fingers into her pu**y, 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 pu**y 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 pu**y 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 pu**y, 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 pu**y grip his finger. He added another and another, and each time her pu**y tightened, her moans grew louder and her hands slapped the wall.