...She closed the space between them, stood at an angle so she touched his shoulder and chest but still had plenty of room to stroke him good and hard. Even underwater she felt his heat while her fingers tangled in his hair, as she stroked him, explored the velvety soft flesh of her former best friend, of the man she had never known.

It excited her, the contrast between familiar and unknown. Yes, she’d once known everything about him, but now he was a stranger, a handsome, imposing man who obviously wanted her as much as she wanted him. If he only knew how wet he made her, if he only realized how much she wanted his hard, surprisingly thick cock inside of her.

Ben shuddered, his lips finding her neck, his hand reaching beneath the water to touch her hip and slide beneath her bathing suit. She inched her legs farther apart and groaned well before he touched her, turned on by the idea as much as the action. If only he could smell her arousal rather than the scent of chlorine, if only she knew what cologne he wore, what he tasted like.

She lifted her head and brought her lips to his, kissing him hard. His cock twitched in her grasp, hardened until she thought he’d explode right there. He tasted a little like watermelon, his lips sweet and inviting. She licked and nibbled the lower one, heard him groan and murmur something under his breath.

“Do you still live around here?”

“Few blocks away,” he answered between kisses. He lifted her from her feet and waded her through the shallow end until he had her back to the side of the pool. “My sisters live next door to me and watch the place when I’m gone.”

“My mom never said anything.”

He unlaced the back of her top and ran his hand up and down her spine. “I didn’t want her to say anything.”

“Why?”

He tossed her top onto the deck and arched his back, palming her breast, his gaze fixed on her exposed flesh as he rolled and played with her nipple. Instead of answering, he sucked on her throat and shoulder, moved his way down until he found her hard, aching nipple and sucked hard, then soft, varying the degrees of pleasure until she groaned and writhed, her clit aching for his touch.

She forgot what they were saying and ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair, still stroking him under water. Her thumb drew circles on the crown of his penis, the heel of her hand moving up and down his shaft all the way to his tight, heavy sac. His legs moved apart and she touched him lower, searching between his legs and behind his testicles.

His groans turned louder as his lips returned to hers and he caressed his way into her bikini bottom.

Ben drew her closer, pressed her to him as he played with her ass and stroked the backs of her thighs. He circled her anus, teased her until she became more vocal, needier than ever.

Gently he prodded her while she continued to test him. Men were different and some of them didn’t want a woman invading private space while others craved the sensation of their prostate being massaged. Judging by his reaction, he wanted her to pleasure him, give him whatever she offered.

“Here.” She unzipped and unbuttoned his shorts, which he struggled to step out of it in the water. They fumbled for a moment, both of them wrestling with his clothes until he managed to leave his shorts and underwear floating unnoticed.

Through the ripples of water she took him in, mystified at the sight of his body. Dark hair arrowed down his chest and finished at his groin, thick curls of hair spreading between his legs to cushion his testicles and rock-hard dick.

“Not what you expected?” he asked hoarsely.

“Do I look disappointed?”

He chuckled and drew her close again, pressing her to his erection as he once again parted her ass cheeks and stroked her, inching his way into her. She submitted, waiting through the initial discomfort until pleasure trickled through her, hardened her nipples and made her pussy slick with desire.