Our tongues dance as I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing my breasts on him and grinding myself against his naked form. Without a suit on, his cock flinches up with the contact, sliding against me with the thin material of my bathing suit feeling like it’s going to burst at the seams. He undoes the strings of my top, and it falls to the water, bouncing and floating in the bubbles. There’s a shadow casting over his face so it’s hard to tell, but there’s one thing I can see clearly. Jake is happy.
