Cold water - hot kisses

The poolwater stung like ice against Anetta's skin, yet her body burned hotter. She slid into my lap, thighs smooth and insistent, straddling me with a sly, knowing smile. Her nipples grazed my breasts, taut from cold and something more insistent. Fingers slipped between us, parting slick folds, finding the heat that the water could not reach. I gasped into her mouth as she pressed two fingers inside, thumb circling my clit in steady rhythm. She rode the motion, grinding her pelvis against my palm, riding each thrust like the pleasure was hers to own, and mine to match. The contrast of chilled skin and fevered wetness drove us both wilder. Her tongue played across mine, tasting chlorine and want. Every gentle rock of her hips dragged me deeper into her, and I took her just as hard, just as slow. When she trembled and clenched, so did I, both of us lost to the pull and curl of our shared, perfect need. No complication. No apology. Only hunger answered, again and again, beneath the surface.