She knew he meant it, and she knew that if she wanted to he would be satisfied to leave their encounter at that, and it was partly because of that selflessness that made her want to give him that last little push over the edge.

“It’s not that difficult,” she teased, though it wasn’t far from the truth. It didn’t take much to get his blood pumping, even after all these years, and he was definitely in a bad way right now, she could hear it in his very breath.

Laughing lightly when he couldn’t resist burying his face in her chest and giving her a little nip, she rested her hands back on his shoulders when he lowered her down his body until the proof of what she already knew pressed hard against her belly. She wasn’t sure what to make of his nervous laughter so she just kissed him slowly for a moment, trying to set him at ease. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered against his lips, pulling back to give him a wicked smile before taking a deep breath and ducking under the water.

Wasting no time, she pulled at the band of his shorts again to release his straining cock. Working him expertly with her hand near the base, she pressed her lips to his very tip before carefully taking the head into her mouth, her tongue gliding over her, tasting salt.