The friction through our suits was almost too much. I moaned against his mouth. He swallowed the sound and kissed me deeper.

He carried me to the deeper water. My back hit the wall again. He held me there, one arm around my waist, the other hand sliding between us. He pushed my suit aside and touched me. His fingers were warm against my cool skin. I gasped. He rubbed slow circles while he kissed my neck.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured against my skin.

I reached down and freed him from his shorts. He was thick and hard in my hand. I stroked him once. Twice. He cursed quietly...