He took a deep breath and dove in after her. The cool saltwater chilled his body, but as he resurfaced next to her, he was immediately hot again. Her long, dark hair wet, pushed back away from her face and hanging down her back, was sexy as hell. The fabric of the white bra, now wet, was virtually see-through, and the shape of her breasts and the peak of her hardened nipples were on full display.

Her inhibitions, her confidence was seducing as hell.

He moved toward her and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her into him as the ocean waves cascaded around them. He kissed her hard, and her arms encircled his neck. His cock throbbed as she pressed her body even closer, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Sarah, you are so hot,” he said, his hands caressing her waist, over her rib cage, down along her hips and ass.

“You sound surprised,” she said.

“It’s not just this body, which is amazing; it’s everything about you—your confidence, your strength, your kindness…”

She reached behind her body and unclasped the bra. She slowly lowered the straps down over her arms and tossed it onto the shore.

His hands gently massaged her breasts, and she moaned as his thumbs rolled over her nipples. He lowered his head to the crook of her neck and tasted the salt on her skin. So delicious. So tempting. He hardened even more, and she reached below the water to grip his cock.

He groaned and bit her neck gently as she stroked up and down. “You’re killing me.”

She removed her hand and ground her hips against him, rubbing up and down the length of him. Her breathing grew labored as she increased the speed and intensity.

“It’s been a long time…” He wasn’t sure why he was warning her.

“Me too,” she said. She kissed him as the ocean waves splashed up around them and he gripped her thighs as he felt himself getting close to the edge. His five-year celibacy combined with the weeks of sexual tension mounting between them had him on the verge of coming far too fast. He closed his eyes, and a second later, she was gone.

Hearing the splash of water around him, he opened his eyes and frowned. She was swimming back toward the shore. What the…?

“Sarah?”

She kept going, suddenly at the speed of an Olympic athlete, until she reached the sand. Then, climbing out, she gathered all their clothes into her arms. “Thanks for a fun night!” she called out to him.

His mouth dropped. “You’re leaving me stranded out here? Naked?” And stealing his clothes, if appearances could be trusted.

“I guess now we’re even,” she said as she jogged away down the beach, putting her own clothes back on as she went.