From now on, he was only dating tall women.

Fuck that. From now on, he only wanted Marjorie.

Her own hands fluttered down his back, and then she grabbed his ass. Just as quickly, her hands pulled away again, and she gave another little shocked gasp. “I forgot you weren’t wearing underwear.”

“Did all that skin startle you?” He chuckled. “I liked your hands. Feel free to grope me wherever and whenever.” Maybe she’d get bold enough to decide to experience his front, too. A guy’s dick could hope.

Marjorie’s hands hesitated, and then she put them back on his ass. Her mouth went back to his for another hot kiss, and they remained wrapped in each other’s arms for a long time, the kiss going on endlessly as they tasted each other, tongues intertwining, hands gripping each other’s asses.

His hands began to slowly knead her curvy buttocks, flexing and moving in what he hoped wasn’t an alarming sort of massage. She took the cue, her hands mimicking his motions on her skin, and she clenched at his ass and rubbed, and Christ Almighty, it felt so good that he nearly blew his load right there in the water. Needing a moment, he pulled away from her hungry mouth, ignoring her small whimper of protest.

“How are you feeling, Marjorie?” His voice was husky with desire. One hand reached up to cup her cheek, and he brushed a thumb over one of her tiny earlobes. Were her ears sensitive? He intended to find out.

“Good,” she said breathlessly. “Can we . . . can we keep going?”

He’d go until she told him to stop. “Absolutely.”

“Are you still wigged out about the water? Do we need to go in?”

“I can honestly say I’ve forgotten all about the water.”

Her smile broadened, her mouth swollen from his kisses. “That was the plan.”

“Minx,” he told her, pinching her ass. She yelped and gave a little jump of surprise, her body rubbing up and down against his. And fuck, her hard little nipples had scraped over his chest in a way that both of them had noticed.

Marjorie sucked in another breath, and then she pressed her breasts against him again. One of her hands left his skin, and she fidgeted. A moment later, he felt the strings of her bikini top hit his hands, and realized she was untying it.

He groaned and pulled her in for another kiss just as the fabric fell away, and this time, her bare breasts pushed against his chest. And fuck, they were nice breasts. Real breasts. Small and firm, like apples, with tiny little tips. Not big and like rocks, with distorted nipples from forcing so much silicone under the skin. “Fuck me, Marjorie, I love your breasts.”

“Y-you do?” Her breathing grew faster, and he realized she was nervous. Hell, she was practically trembling against him. “I-I’m not exactly—”

“Complete and utter perfection?” he interrupted. “To me, you are.”

Her dark eyes blinked up at him in the moonlight, as if analyzing that comment. Then, she took his hand in hers and slowly moved it to one of her breasts.

He sucked in a breath at the same time she did. It had been a long time since he’d felt a sense of wonder and reverence at touching a pair of tits, but touching Marjorie? Touching Marjorie was totally different from anything he’d felt before. Her breast was small in his hand, her flesh warm despite the goose bumps that pebbled her skin. She was either cold, or terrified—or both. His sweet Marjorie. He ran his fingers over her breast, tracing the curves of it with his fingers, his gaze on her face so he could watch each expression as it moved over her. Her eyes grew hazy as he touched her, her expression softening, and when his fingers slid along the underside of her breast, she gave an all-over body shiver.

“Ticklish?” he asked.

“A little,” she admitted, and her voice was so damn shy. How had she remained a virgin for so long? It was unfathomable. She was delicious—open and eager and gorgeous and all fucking his. A possessive surge shot through him, and he resisted the urge to crush her entire body against his again. She liked him touching her breasts—he’d keep doing it. He couldn’t wait to see how she reacted when he put his mouth on one of those tiny, hard nipples.

“Want me to stop?”

“No.” Her voice was breathless. “I really want you to keep going.”

“Man, I love it when you fucking say that.” His thumb brushed over the tip of one nipple.

Her entire body quivered in response.

That was fucking glorious to see. “Do you like it when I touch your nipples, Marjorie?” His thumb stroked over the taut little bud again, flicking it with his thumbnail. He was pleased when it seemed to harden and pucker even more under his touch.

She nodded, and then her mouth formed a soft little O of wonder when his other hand slid up to cup her other breast. He gripped both of them, enjoying the feel of her soft skin and the reactions racing through her. The expression on her face was full of emotion—shyness and wonder and arousal all at once.

“Do you touch these when you masturbate?” he asked her, leaning in for another kiss.

She gave him a shocked look. “Don’t ask me that!”

He grinned. He wouldn’t tease her half so much if she didn’t react so wonderfully. “Why not?”

“Because—because I’m not going to answer.” Her voice wobbled as his thumbs stroked her nipples again, and her expression grew dazed. “I’m not.”

“No?” Rob’s voice was husky as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to her parted one. “I’d love to know if you do. Because I’m picturing these sweet little breasts, and you pinching your nipples while you touch yourself.”

Marjorie’s gasp sounded more like arousal to him. And she wasn’t pulling away. Instead, her hands moved over his arms, his stomach, as if she had to touch him wherever and whenever she could.

Lower, his mind chanted. Touch lower. But he didn’t say that out loud. Too much at once and he might short circuit his virgin’s mind.

So he caressed her pretty nipples and kissed her, pleased when her tongue stuttered against his own with every flick of his thumbs against her sensitive skin. And when her sighs and panting started to turn to moans, he slid his tongue over her open mouth, and took the next step forward. “Can I put my mouth on your skin, sweetheart?”

Her assent was a soft moan and a jerky nod.

Rob’s hands went to her neck, caressing her nape, and he was pleased when she made a small sound of protest as his hands left her breasts. He pressed hot kisses against her throat, then moved to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. She clung to him as he did, and he made a mental note that yes, her earlobes were sensitive, too. He’d bet his virgin was sensitive in a lot of fun places, and his dick throbbed with need again.

Then he kissed lower, moving across her delicate collarbones and down her breastbone, until she was practically quivering with anticipation in his arms. He cupped one delicate breast in his fingers and brushed the nipple over his lips.

She made a noise that sounded like “guh.”

He couldn’t help it. He chuckled.

Her hands curled into fists on his shoulders. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s not funny. It’s fucking adorable.”

“Rob,” she complained, shoving at his shoulder. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not,” he said, and brushed his lips over that sweet nipple again. “I love each and every one of your responses, sweetheart. They’re fucking incredible.”

She pressed closer to him, and he took the hint, pulling her nipple into his mouth, his arm locked around her back to hold her in place. His other hand went to his cock, and he began to slowly stroke it, hoping she wouldn’t notice that he was working himself under the water.

But Marjorie was past noticing much of anything beyond herself. She moaned loudly, and her hands went to his hair, holding his head to her breast.

And fuck, that was sexy. He began to work his cock even as he dragged his tongue up and down her nipple, figuring out what she liked. He used teeth, he licked hard, he licked soft, trying to see what would elicit the best responses from her. And all the while she moaned and clung to him like she’d never felt anything like what he was doing to her before.