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[He just laughs, shielding himself with one hand and taking advantage of being much bigger than her by swinging his other arm through the water and throwing a huge splash.

You're playing with the big boys now, Jo.

But really they can water fight all they want. He might splash back once or twice more but his goal is to grab her and float back over to the dock, and hang from it with one hand around her waist so that she might wrap her legs around him and they can suspend there, hidden from the public view, wet and warm and so close.]

[She gets caught in that miniatures tidal wave without much hope of escape, throwing her own hands up to shield her eyes and letting out another laugh as it hits. She, too, gets a couple more splashes in, but once she realizes he's aiming to grab her, she makes it easier for him, helping him move them along to just beneath the dock and waiting until they were out of sight before she does exactly what he was hoping, putting her legs around his waist and pressing up against him, both arms around his neck. Given just how excited he'd been even before she'd suggested going into the water in the first place, she imagines he won't mind.

She smiles, smoothing his short and now incredibly damp hair back from his forehead before tilting her head up for another kiss, wordlessly seeking to finish what they'd started up on the dock, enjoying his warmth as it seeped through the minimal barrier that her swimsuit and his soaked shirt put between them and ran through her, somehow managing to be comforting even as it drew that undeniable lust back to the surface. One hand slowly travels downwards as she kisses him, eagerly cupping his rear as he's done to her on two occasions now, encouraging him to press closer if it's at all possible.]

[He didn't know if they could be any closer but he could sure try. Everything about her was driving him wild right and it was only his lack of ability to breathe underwater that kept him holding on the the dock.

But it doesn't keep him from meeting the kiss with intense passion, a small moan escaping his lips as the captured hers, desperate to devour whatever they could.

The hand he's got around her finds its way back to where it was before, hesitant at first, but lacking the normal, careful, way he usually moves.

A shiver runs across his shoulders and down his back, either from excitement or the air witting his wet skin. Maybe both. And he cups her breast. Bold, but he doesn't care.

God he hasn't touched a woman like this in years. Not in a situation like this. Not when he was sober and meant it. Not when it was anything but a distraction.

This wasn't a bar in the seedy side streets of New York. This wasn't a drug den. This wasn't surrounded by strangers out of their minds, running away from their problems, lost in need and pity and writhing on the floor in a sea of delusion.

This was private and meaningful and fuck he wants her so badly. He wants to rip her bikini off and taste every part of her. He wants to know what her nipple feels like with his tongue.]

[She moans softly into the kiss, appreciative and eager and letting her legs around his waist hold her in place, pinned there between him and the column of the dock, her hand leaving his neck to fluidly move down the length of his arm and come to rest over the hand cupping her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze as though to say she approved, unwilling to let their lips part just yet. Body language would have to do.

She's not sure if it's the fact they're somewhere they could conceivably be caught, the fact that he's so new and these are still-untested waters between them, the fact that she feels things she's not ready to put a name to just yet, or hell, even the fact that this is in itself is forbidden -- but it's exciting, and she can feel her heart racing against his chest as he touches her, blood running hot and all but thundering in her ears as she wonders just how much she should let her own hands wander.

The ability to think clearly is gone. Logic is compromised, and she's not able to think about who they might hurt anymore, just the fact that she wants him to keep touching her, that she wants to pull his shirt off over his head and kiss her way down his throat and chest and taste his skin and touch him, encourage him to move beyond the roadblock their clothing still presents.]

Edited 2013-09-19 20:09 (UTC)

[And God does he want to. With the go ahead from Jo all holds are let go and he just explores. As much as you can while hanging one handed...but it's a start. He wants to wade to the beach and throw her up onto the sand and know her, but he can wait a little longer. He wants all of her, but there's no need to jump ahead too fast. It's been so long...another few minutes of slow building pleasure won't kill him.

Taking the initiative, Tom hooks a finger into one side of her bikini and pulls it back to he can touch her skin, one finger brushing lightly over her nipple as they continue to kiss, playfully nipping at the other's lips every so often. Really, they're playing, aren't they. Exploring a field neither of them know. Learning a new rhythm.

His movements are impassioned but slightly clumsy. It's more endearing than anything (hopefully) and a sign he isn't particularly well practiced, but he can learn. Somewhere in him is a gracefulness. He's just too used to being alone. That and he can't think. He wants too many things at once and only has one hand and he thinks if he doesn't get the have sex with her soon he might explode. Lust and desperation mix and his movements grow bolder, his hand trailing back from her breast and down to her crotch.

He only hesitates for a second. She could shut him down. But he wants to know what she feels like. If she'll let him, wrapped as she is around his middle with nothing but a bit of fabric between them.]

[His clumsy affections are indeed endearing, and she nips at his lips one last time before moving to trail kisses along his jaw once more, brushing her lips against his neck and catching the faint taste of him mingled with the distinct scent of the water, letting out a soft gasp as he lightly and almost teasingly explores beneath her top and then lower.

If she really wanted to, she could stop this right now, catch him by the wrist and steer him in the other direction, make some excuse for why they need to pull themselves apart again, but they're almost too far gone now, and what's more, she doesn't want to. She does catch him by the wrist, hesitating and looking uncertain for the briefest of moments before she envelops his hand with her own, smoothly guiding it lower over her belly and helping him ease it between her the soaked fabric and her skin, noticeably covered in goosebumps either from anticipation or the cool of the coming evening. Likely both, but primarily the latter.

She wants to explore him in turn, to run her hands and mouth over him and get to know every inch of him, but balanced so precariously that she needs to take it slow, make sure they stay afloat. For now, she guides him, her own hand firm but gentle, encouraging, while the other comes back to rest against his neck, fingernails gently biting into his skin.]

[Tom worries his bottom lip, leaning his head to the side and exposing his neck as she explores. But when she takes his hand he can'd help but look her in the eye. she is literally giving him the all clear, but he just wants to make sure. Girls can change their minds pretty quick.

He catches his breath as she pulls his hand into her swim bottoms, excitement gripping him almost as hard as lust. It's like he's dreaming, but the constant hard throbbing in his own crotch is a very real reminder that, no, he is very awake.

And she lets him in and Jesus fucking- she's just like he imagined.

He has to adjust his grip on the dock. Closing his eyes for a second and brushing his fingers across her before falling to sit flush, palm up, middle finger extending- And she is so soft. And so warm.]

Ff-

[And he lets go of the breath he was holding with sudden rush, moving his finger in something close to a beckoning gesture inside her, his lips parted in a small o, watching her reaction with such delight.]

[He definitely gets a reaction; she tilts her head back as he sinks his middle finger in past the knuckle, rocking her hips slightly to press herself against his hand and try to encourage him deeper if it were at all possible, squirming and letting out a soft and almost plaintive moan as he quirks his finger inside of her. She had meant to keep kissing him, but after so much anticipation and so many nights where they had been forced to part ways and shuffle off on their own despite wanting to do the exact opposite, his touch is even more powerful than expected, and her nails dig a bit deeper into the back of his neck as she locks eyes with him.]

Please...

[More. She would gladly return the favor, but as long as he's touching her like that, as long as he's content to explore, she doesn't trust herself not to lose her grip and slip beneath the water.]

[Oh, he's more than content. In this very moment it's all he lives for. That word said how it was drives a wave of heat from his core and he presses on with enthusiasm.

It's just like riding a bike, right? You never forget no matter how long it's been. He hopes. But if she wasn't happy he thinks Jo would be the type of girl to tell him so. Or steer him in the right direction. Clumsy and a little rusty as he was, let it be known that Tom Hanniger is a considerate lover. He nips at her jaw and down her neck, swaying them slightly in the water with the rhythm of his hand, pressing past his second knuckle to his third before joining it with his index finger, thumb moving to find and meet her cliterous with tiny circling movements. Gently. He doesn't want to hurt her and fuck she's so warm and so tight.]

[Her grips on him tightens, releasing her hold on his wrist to brace it against his waist instead, having to really focus on maintaining her balance as his efforts are suddenly ramped up, hips rocking steadily against him now as he toys with her, his touch gentle and thorough and even if just the tiniest bit clumsy, long-awaited and damn near electric.]

Jesus.

[She leans forward to kiss his neck, burying her face against it, but his thumb hits her just so and she ends up arching her back involuntarily, head back and exposing her throat, letting out a low, satisfied moan, far louder than the first.

Rusty or otherwise, he was good at this, and the fact that she'd parted ways with him on more than one occasion wishing she had stayed and let him learn her like this didn't hurt.]

Tom--

[Anything else she might have said was cut off by another muted noise of pleasure, almost a soft whine as his thumb and fingers move just the right way.]

Edited 2013-09-20 15:26 (UTC)

[He answers with a ragged breath, it catching in his throat, staggered as she says his name. Brows drawn, concentrating and so excited. Marveling at this beautiful woman wrapped around him and the reaction that he pulls from her.

It makes him feel powerful.

The rhythm doesn't stop, but he looks up to catch her eye, memorizing her head thrown back in bliss. Just how pink her lips are. The tremble in her throat and the sounds she makes.]

Say my name..

[He asks, voice hoarse (which he then clears) wanting to hear it again. No one has said his name like that in years. Literally over a decade. And she's calling for him, not Dean. Not anyone else. Just him.]

[He manages to catch her with his gaze and she locks eyes with him, forcing herself upright as she continues to grind against him in time with that rhythm, putting a hand on either side of his face to lean in and kiss him hungrily, softly moaning again into the kiss.]

Tom...

[It's a request she's happy to grant, murmuring his name against his lip between kisses, grinding against him a more eagerly as she feels that sought-after pressure rapidly beginning to build, all because of his steady touch. Her kiss deepens, and she gently bites at his lower lip when she's forced to break for breath.]

Just a little more...

[Her breath audibly hitches in her throat, her own voice as hoarse as his had been, trying to swallow down the sharp cry that's struggling to escape and failing miserably, dropping her chin as the cry passes her lips, half-strangled and desperate and wanting more.]

[She says it and it drives him wild, pressing on through tender but demanding kisses with greater ferocity, meeting her cries for more.

Having always been quite vocal he nearly growls, eyes close for a second to just listen to her but he can't take missing the sight and opens them again almost immediately.]

Like this..?

[Tongue tracing over her lip and nipping back, pulling at it with a need he hasn't quite known before. She cries out and he presses his face against her throat, gently nipping at it, still moving, still massaging.]

Yes, just--

[She doesn't get a chance to warn him further as he nips at her neck, his lips against her skin helping to push her over the age as her grip tightens once more, her hands sliding down his neck and across his shoulders and finally digging into his back between his shoulder blades, twisting the fabric of his shirt as her hips begin to buck more erratically. She's no longer able to keep his rhythm as she feels that warm, intense wave of pleasure begin to roll through her, building on itself as she stiffens for a moment and bites at her lower lip before burying her face against his neck, muting the otherwise loud cry that sounds as she comes, hanging onto him for dear life.

It wasn't the way she'd expected the evening to go, but consequences no longer came to mind. Her head is swimming and all she can think of is how much she wants to stay close to him, how much she wants to explore him in turn, his erection pressing against her thigh as she remains wrapped around him an ever-present reminder of just how real this is.

She eases her hold, breathing heavily but slowly working her way back towards breathing steady, still very aware of exactly where his fingers are and just how fucking good it feels.]

That was--

[Unexpected. Good. Possibly something that was sorely needed. She kisses him, impassioned and appreciative, pressing herself against his chest.]

Your turn.

[It's only fair -- and she wants to.]

[And as she moves quicker he holds steady, realizing that all he can do it carry on and let her- watch her come and marvel as the absolute beauty of it. As tangeled up as he is in teenage level hormones and she is so fuckin' sexy, this is so fuckin' sexy, there is something here he recognizes are a deep and profound connection. To have such trust in a person that you would put yourself in an incredibly vulnerable state (whether it be one of pleasure or not) and trust them to bring you there. Sure, lots of people just fall in bed with one another and it means nothing, but this doesn't feel like nothing.

Tom stills his hand, giving one or two gestures more with a playful smile, taking her kiss with a light moan. He has to shift slightly, finally pulling his hand away so that he can wrap it around her waist to pull her as close as he can.

And then she offers, no, informs. His whole face lights up, excitement playfully wiggling his hips against her. A woman is going to touch him. Praise the Lord.]

[She smiles, even though there's some reluctance as he reclaims his hand, and she leans in to kiss him again with parted lips, gently touching the tip of her tongue to his before using it to trace the edge of his lower lip, shifting her weight to allow herself to hold on with one arm as her newly freed hand snakes its way down his chest. There's something incredibly endearing about his excitement, about how open and honest and boyish it is.

She leans in to press a soft kiss against his throat, then moves to brush her lips against the side of his neck, lightly grazing the skin with her teeth as her fingers lightly skim across his stomach and finally slide into his shorts, the weight of the fabric a bit unforgiving thanks to being soaked through, but she still manages.

She stops kissing him just long enough to lock eyes with him as she curls her fingers around his erection, gently at first before taking a firm hold and slowly but steadily pulling her hand along his length, pausing to carefully tease the head with her thumb before moving back to the base and starting all over again, finally touching him the way she's wanted to since the first time they kissed and she felt him get unexpectedly hard against her. It wasn't an isolated incident, and each time there's been the thought, however fleeting, of just how easy it would be to reach and stroke him and give him a helping hand, but instead she'd been left to wonder exactly what he felt like beneath his clothes.

She was not disappointed.]

Tell me what feels good, okay?

[She kisses him again, though it's softer this time, less demanding and unquestionably affectionate.]

Edited 2013-09-21 23:10 (UTC)

[He lulls his head to the side, letting her work over his neck and chest, eyes closed, brows slightly drawn, breathing through his nose.

Tom's got goosebumps from anticipation and excitement, though he might blame it on having been in the water. He moves against her touches, enjoying the simple act of someone touching him.

Jo snakes a hand down his chest and into his shorts and he can't help but gasp, followed by a tiny moan of pleasure. He looks up, catching her gaze, hazel eyes carrying a million silent praises, cheeks carrying a flush, lips parted. They kiss and he gives a deaf nod.]

Uhhuh..

[Are you kidding there's not a part of this that doesn't feel good.]

[She dips her head to kiss and lightly nuzzle at the side of his neck, giving him a gentle squeeze before taking him in more strokes, firm and even and steady and kissing him all the while, trailing them down the length of his neck and along his jaw and back up to his mouth, eager to draw another moan of appreciation from him. It was always surprising to her, just how exciting hearing someone react to you could be.

Her own breath catches as she continues, meeting his gaze and squeezing each time his head passes through the circle of her hand, watching his reactions with intense interest, pulled to kiss him yet again by just how inviting those parted lips looked.

She's sure they've both spent their fair share of late nights entertaining curious thoughts about what this might be like -- this any anything else their current position implied.]

Moan for me again...?

[She feels almost silly asking, an uncharacteristic shyness peeking through. She's not a girl who's timid about sex, she's always been confident and self-possessing, but this was different. Maybe because he's so new, or maybe because the reason she wants him so badly secretly scares the shit out of her.]

Edited 2013-09-22 18:30 (UTC)

[He does without even questioning it. Without barely hearing it. All he knows is the touch of her hand on his penis- thumb moving over the head with such care and attention- and the vibration humming throughout his body, feeling almost completely intertwined with her's.

Jo's fingers are electric as they run over his skin, every ounce of his being caught in the moment. Every minute part of him present in the here and now.

And how could he not be.

His eyes are screwed closed, breathing through his nose, but he can't help but peek, can't help but watch her touch him, almost as if to prove it's real. He isn't dreaming, this is actually happening.

And he loves her for it. He has since the moment he met her, but this connection- he can't call it anything else. He won't admit it now, he can't think on it, it's too much. Too fast. Too demanding, but it's there. And it's true.

He lets out another hard breath through his nose, arm wrapped around her tightly, fingers curling into the lithe side.]

Just-

[Breathe, Tom.]

Just like that.

Like that?

[She accentuates the question with another squeeze before gently teasing the tip with her thumb once more, her eyes fixed on his face to take in his every movement as she delicately explores every inch of her him with her fingers, unable to ignore thoughts of what he might feel or taste like against her tongue.

God, just watching him as she speeds up her efforts, those fingers wrapped around him so snugly -- it makes her stomach feel tight and makes her want to ask him for things she knows she shouldn't, to let go long enough to wade up to the stretch of sand beneath the edge of the dock and take everything off and just finally go for what they've both been wanting, even if they haven't been willing to say so. The fact that dinner on the dock turned into this was evidence enough.

She does one more slow, teasing run along the length of his penis before grasping him firmly and beginning to stroke him faster, intent on urging him to let out a few more of those oh-so-satisfying moans, pressing her lips against his neck and kissing him there eagerly before gently teasing him with the tip of her tongue against his skin.]

Yes-

[He shudders and swallows the frog in his throat, unable to control the noises she pulls from him. With a rational mind he thinks he probably sounds ridiculous, but he'll say anything she wants just so long as she doesn't stop.]

Just- just like that.

[He tries to keep his eyes open, watching her as she moves, but he can't help but relax into it and just let her-

Jesus Christ.

And his body knows whats going in, it knows what to do, his hips instinctively following her efforts, pressing himself into her hand with excited breaths.

He won't be able to last much longer but he doesn't care. He just doesn't want her to stop.]

[It's funny how a lot of things that people might write off as sounding ridiculous out of context end up sounding just right in the heat of the moment. Hearing him groan and listening to his short, rapid breaths as they came made her eager to have him touch her again. It's damn near impossible because of the way they're suspended right now, but it has her entertaining the thought of heading to solid ground once more.

She smiles when he starts to move his hips, pumping steadily as she continues to squeeze and lovingly toy with him, grip firm and fast and steady until she makes a conscious effort to make her strokes just a little more erratic, no longer predictable but no less intense. Her own face is flushed from excitement, and she watches his chest rise and fall as his breath grows shorter.]

Almost?

[She has no intention of rushing him, but she asks just as her lips graze against his ear and then move to his jaw. She's had her fair share of experience. There's no mistaking the look of a man who's about to come, and there's always a heady rush of power and fascination when you know you're the one responsible.]

Just let me know when.

[She kisses him softly. She wants to hear him say it.]

[Forming coherent words isn't exactly an option for him but he still tries through heavy breaths, letting the intense heat of her touch spread over his entire body.

She changes her pace and whispers against his jaw, the vibration of her lips against his skin almost too much. He can't control the noises she's pulling from him]

I- Jo-

Gnnhh-

[He tried to warn her. That wave of intense heat envelops him, Tom screws his eyes closed and his head lulls back, shoulders tensing, chest tight until all at once he comes. His entire body lets go of an incredible tension, a shiver ripping up his spine. Tom can't help but let go of his grasp on Jo and reach for the side of her face, desperate to touch it to his while he rides out the climax.]

Fh!

[Only problem is, he loses his grasp on the dock as well. Suddenly dropping them into the water, sending him flailing to recover as fast as possible and remember how to swim. S O S M O O T H.]

[Their foreheads touch for the briefest of moments, guided by his hand -- only for the both of them to drop down beneath the surface a moment later when he loses his grip. Her hold on him drags her down with him, but it doesn't take much for her to react and kick her way back towards the surface, keeping one arm around his shoulders and grabbing his wrist with her free hand to pull him up with her.

Really, she should probably take the fact that he hadn't had enough presence of mind to keep from making that blunder.

She grins at him when they resurface, pulling him against the nearest column and putting her arm around it to keep them steady, biting at her lower lip to try and keep from laughing. She's not looking to embarrass him, but it was hard not to laugh.]

Are you okay?

[She leans in to kiss him again, a reassurance that everything is just fine, gently bumping her nose against his before pulling away.]

Sorry. I didn't mean to drown you.

[He pops back up to the surface and splutters, silently praying that none of the water he just spat out has any of cum in it.]

I'm fine.

[But Jo is a trooper and doesn't even miss a beat, pulling them up and to the column where they can regroup. His spine is still tingling but any need for afterglow sleep has vanished. Boy that'll wake you up in the morning.]

You can drown me, it's fine. Just so long as you do that before.

[And he can die happy. Obviously not drown for reals, but he gives her a broad smile and returns the kiss. Tom is flushed and still pulling himself back down to earth, but he's genuinely happy. He hasn't felt this good or this close to someone in a hell of a long time. But now he's had it he doesn't want it to go away.]

Edited 2013-09-23 23:17 (UTC)

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