54. Bull

54

Bull

There’s only one thing better than Lily’s perfect, naked body. And that’s seeing it shining wet. I’d seen it in the tub at my place, but that was just an appetizer. I wanted to see those perfect tits bobbing in the water, those long legs flashing and kicking as she swam.

I grabbed her by the hand and ran down to the water’s edge because I knew that, if she had time to think about it too much, she might hesitate. I jumped off the bank but, just as my feet left the ground, she pulled her hand from mine.

I hit the water—sun warmed, but still cool enough that it was like a wake-up slap across my whole body. I surfaced and whooped, shaking my head and throwing shining droplets out across the surface.

Lily was standing at the edge, eying the lake suspiciously. “Wait,” she said. “How cold is it?”

“Beautiful,” I told her. “Fantastic.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Give me a temperature,” she insisted. Then she stuck a toe in. “ Jesus! It’s freezing! Are you trying to kill me?”

“It’s great once you’re in.” I clapped my hands together and held my hands out to her. “Come on.”

She dipped her foot in and then snatched it back, gasping.

“Just jump in! Do it quick!”

She gave me a look.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

She tilted her head to one side. Then she took a deep breath, backed up a step, and launched herself into the air.

She hit the water and went under, then shot to the surface and almost into the air again, kicking frantically. “You prick!” she yelped. “It’s freezing!”

I frowned. Now that I thought about it, it was kind of chilly, but then skinny dipping always is. I swam over to her, “You’ll get used to it,” I said.

She thumped me on the arm. I grabbed her and pulled her close. Her wet breasts pushed up against my chest, her nipples hard as pebbles. She glowered up at me as I brushed strands of soaked hair from her face. With an arm around her waist, I leaned down and tried to kiss her, but she twisted sulkily away. I chased her mouth and claimed it, wet lips against wet lips, droplets of water coursing down our chins. As my tongue invaded her mouth she wriggled...and then gave a sigh and relaxed into my arms. The kiss changed, our bodies writhing together as we tasted each other. When we broke apart, she was heavy-lidded and panting.

“I wasn’t kidding,” I growled. “I’m going to fuck you. Right there on the bank.”

She stared at me for three quick breaths. “Remember my safeword? ”

“Rhinoceros,” I said without hesitation. “Why?”

“Because you’ve got to catch me first.” She used my surprise to get a head start, twisting away and launching into a powerful stroke.

A split-second later, I flung myself after her. By then, she was already ten feet away. I really was going to have to catch her before I could—

I could see her ass through the crystal-clear water, the creamy moons of her cheeks gleaming wetly. When she rippled sinuously with her stroke, I caught a glimpse of pink lips beneath them and dark curls of submerged hair.

I splashed to a standstill, transfixed. She pulled away another ten feet and only then did I wake up and swim after her. She was fast, too. She must have been a serious swimmer, at some point in her life. Her gleaming body sliced through the water, her shoulders and ass just breaking the surface. Meanwhile, I blundered along behind her, making up in power what I lacked in finesse. I was like a sailor chasing a mermaid, eager to claim his prize but hopelessly outmatched.

Then she twisted to look back at me, her whole body lifting up onto one shoulder, and one naked breast came into view, shining as if varnished, milky-white skin and hard pink nipple—

I growled and went for it, full power. No matter that I was about as good at cutting through the water as a barn. I just pushed the damn water aside.

Her eyes grew big as she saw me pick up the pace. She kicked for the shore, but I’d already closed the gap to half what it was. By the time she made it out, I was already splashing through the shallows.

And then we were on land. My territory .

She checked over her shoulder again, panting and giggling...and something else. That wild-eyed, heady arousal I’d seen when I’d tied her up. The thrill of being chased. Of being taken.

She ran. I ran faster.

I thundered across the field like my namesake, eating up the ground in long strides. Every time she glanced back to see where I was, she lost a little more of her lead. And panted a little harder.

I caught her just at the base of one of the hills, where the ground started to rise. Grabbing her wrist, I jerked her back and threw her to the ground, keeping hold of her as she fell so that she didn’t hurt herself. She landed with a whump on the soft grass, surrounded by wildflowers. She looked like some goddess of nature, naked and pure.

Her legs were a little way apart. I dropped to my knees, opening them farther. She’d given up on the game of resistance, now. She was too turned on, staring up at me with half-closed eyes, her chest heaving.

My cock had softened—an icy dip will do that to you. Now, it rose and stiffened and I enjoyed the sight of her eyes locking onto it hungrily.

“Now,” I said. “I’m going to fuck you.”