“Are you talking shit over there?!” she called and held a hand to her ear. I huffed, the pent up sexual tension driving me to the edge. I jogged down the shore, over the bridge, then landed feet first on the bank just like she had when she'd jumped down from the old trestles.
I didn’t think twice before I tore off my shirt, kicked my shoes off, and pulled the jeans down my legs. I gritted my teeth when I realized a second too late that I now stood there in my boxer briefs, raging hard on tenting the thin fabric, and was about to jump into frigid water despite the early June sun.
“Fuck, here goes,” I muttered as I locked my foot in the rope, feeling like an overgrown kid. I launched myself next to her in the water without a second thought and felt freedom for the first time in my entire adult life. As water spilled over my muscles, I smiled like I hadn't in months. Maybe even years. Kicking my feet to drive me to the surface, I wondered where I'd landed in relation to Auburn.
And then I felt her.
Auburn’s slick, smooth body sidled up against mine under the surface. My head came up, and pushing the water from my eyes, I saw her. The evening light kissing her skin, the white of her tank now transparent, the color of her matching neon green bra and the faintest outline of a nipple visible underneath.
My dick jerked and I wanted more than anything on the entire planet to cup her breast, hold the weight of it in my hand, thumb the nipple and coax it out further, and cover the soft peaked flesh with my warm tongue. I wanted to lick, suck, taste, feel. I wanted to feel.
“Auburn,” I murmured without thinking, my eyes glazing over her wayward hair falling soaked around her shoulders.
“Yeah?” she breathed as she watched me. I felt the current she created as she kicked her legs under to stay afloat. Her foot hit mine and she stumbled in her rhythm, causing her hand to shoot out and grab my shoulder to stay righted.
“I want to do a whole host of things I shouldn’t want to do to you, but for the life of me, I can’t bring myself to care,” I admitted in equal parts frustration and lust.
She licked her lips as drips of water trailed down her neck. “Good,” she said softly, yet clearly.
She was so bold and brave, unlike anyone I’d ever met. My hands met her skin and just like that, all barriers were removed and we were attached. One of her legs curved around my hip while I treaded water softly, the kicks of my feet mimicking the thrusting of my tongue as I devoured her mouth. I licked at her lips, fisted my fingers through her wet hair and pulled, curving her neck to expose it to my teeth as I took. I ground my still rock-hard, despite the rushing river water, dick against her pelvis and imagined slipping that little scrap of neon fabric aside and slipping inside her.
Soft moans fell from her lips as she arched her body and pushed with as much fervor as I met her with. Her nails dug into my shoulder blades and she pulled, leaving what I’m sure would be fiery red scratches. Her lips trailed the rough stubble of my jaw, over my Adam's apple, and down my neck as she moaned and writhed. There may have been frigid as fuck river water rushing around us, but we were on fire. Scorching hot with no chance of relief.
I couldn't think about intelligent adult responsibilities like consequences and actions as I let out all the pent up frustration I’d had for her these last few weeks. I relished the feel of her in my arms and took as much as I dared at this moment.
We broke away, our chests heaving with shallow breaths. Her eyes flared before she lunged and caught my bottom lip between her teeth. I massaged my hands through her hair and engaged in sweet kisses alternating with feral nips before I settled my hands at her waist and began to guide her towards shore.
“We should stop before anyone sees.” I paused in waist-deep water. She only nodded and relaxed her arms in response, sliding down my body, torturous inch by torturous inch, before her feet landed on the sandy river bottom. “We can’t do stuff like this in public,” I stated. Her eyebrows lifted quizzically before she turned and climbed up the bank, heading for her clothes. I knew exactly what I hadn't said. I didn't think either of us were naive enough to believe that we wouldn’t find ourselves in the same embrace again. We were a foregone conclusion.
“I should get home,” she said.
“What?” I asked in alarm. “I thought you were staying all night?”
“I was. I am. I just…need a shower after that.” She swung her arm out dismissively. She seemed irritated, rebuffed.
“Hey.” I caught her arm and pulled her to me. “Don't be upset.” I kissed her lips softly. We shouldn't be doing these things in public, but her feelings meant more to me than anything else at that moment.