Addy Mae Masterson is going to be the death of me right here by the river on a hot Texas night. With the moon high above us and the stars blanketing the sky. The. Death. Of. Me.

“Really not a good idea,” she repeats. Most likely trying to convince us both. It’s not going to work on me. She asked if I had this planned. I didn’t, but now that we’re here, I know exactly how I want this night to end. How I need it to end. Up until now, I’ve teased and flirted, hoping something would come out of it, but not needing it to. Until today. Now here I am needing this woman like I’ve never once needed a woman before.

“From where I’m standing, it looks like a very good idea,” I reassure as I step out of my jeans and socks. Stepping over the pile of clothes, I put myself right in front of her. The smell of her skin, a mixture of vanilla and honey mingled with the sexy sweetness of her sweat, hangs on the warm breeze around us.

Slowly, I reach up and take the baseball cap from her head and send it flying into the bed of the truck with a flick of my wrist. She brings her hands up and starts smoothing her hair. I bat her away, lifting one of the braids up to my face. With her eyes locked on my face, I inhale deeply, taking in all of the scents that make up Addy and then place a kiss to the plaited strands.

“Beau.” It’s a whispered plea. Whether she knows it or not.

Letting the hair fall back to her shoulder, I take the hem of her tank top in my grasp and ease it up inch by inch, exposing her to me. My knuckles brush against her soft skin as I go. I let the backs of my fingers drag over her breasts. When she closes her eyes, bottom lip clamped between her teeth, I stop moving, just standing still, my fingers still pressed into her. I wait her out until she opens her eyes again. Once she does and I see the need in her mossy gaze, I continue. Addy raises her arms until I’m dragging the little shirt over her head. Dropping the tank, I cup her wrists, held above her head still and then slowly trace my way down them with just the tips of my fingers, watching as they skate across her skin, a trail of fire I know she must feel.

Gradually she lowers her arms to her sides but I’ve already moved on to her shoulders, my thumb gliding over the smooth skin of her collarbones before I boldly graze the swell of her breast. When the nipples pebble and press against the sheer, flower pattern of her bra, I have to swallow back a groan of my own. For as fast as my heart is beating, my breathing is even, my movements sure. How long had it been since I took my time like this with a woman? As steady as my hands are, I can feel the slight tremble taking over Addy as I swipe my thumbs leisurely over the tips of her breasts. As much as I want to, I don’t linger. I let my hands span her tiny waist, fingers touching over her spine then drag my nails lightly over her skin, grinning when she shudders. Deftly I pop the button on her jean shorts and work the zipper down, the whole time praying she doesn’t make me stop. When she kicks off her shoes, using my arms to brace herself, it’s all the permission I need. I slip my hands into the back of her shorts, cupping bare ass and a tiny lace string. Pushing them down her legs, I crouch in front of her to work them over her thighs. Eye level with her lace covered pussy, it takes everything I have not to bury my face in that sweet spot.

Back at full height, I take a small step back to get a better look. She’s homegrown sin with her braided pigtails, a cute farmer’s tan from being out in the blazing sun all day, and a matching set of lace cut out underthings.

“This is what you wore to build a house? This? While working side by side with your daddy?” I admonish. “My God, woman. You better have him pray for both of us.”

She places her hands on her perfectly rounded hips. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Not a damn thing, Sugar. Not one damn thing.” Knowing that if I don’t get her in the water soon, I’m going to end up fucking her against the truck while the moon glows down on us, I take her hand and tug. “Come on, let’s get you wet.” I glance back at her over my shoulder, the look on her face making me amend my current statement. “Wetter.” I wink and she slaps at my arm, embarrassed.

Picking my way carefully over the uneven ground I lead us to the water’s edge. The river is about five feet deep here at its deepest. Knowing she can’t be much taller than that, I’m looking forward to having her wrapped around me. The water is cool against my heated skin but not cold. Easing us in, Addy clinging to my back as we get deeper and deeper, I reach behind me and lift her up, hooking her legs around my waist. My water slick hands settling on the underneath of her thighs, I dip us lower into the dark water, moonlight reflecting off the ripples that we’re making. The heat from her pussy pressed against my back is like a branding iron, leaving its mark on my skin. I’m in trouble with this one.

When we reach the deepest point I snake my arm around my back, hooking Addy by her waist and swinging her around to my front. Never breaking contact, her arms rest on my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my waist. I run my hands down her back to cup her ass, letting loose a low groan. She’s so soft and wet and fucking perfect. I’ve got her held against the ridges of my stomach, just above where my cock is straining against my wet boxer briefs to reach her.

“Beau, what are we doin’?” she asks in a breathy tone as I knead the globes of her ass.

“Swimmin’.”

“Beau McCrae you know damn well this is more than swimmin.’ This is trouble.”

“The good kind.” I grin, dipping us lower in the water. “You ready?”

“Ready for what?” she asks, sounding a little anxious.

“Hold your breath, Sugar,” I tell her right before submersing us completely. We’re under just long enough to wet our hair and rinse some of the dirt away.

Breaking the surface, Addy reaches up to swipe at the water and hair on her face. With water still dripping from my own face, I fill the space between us by pressing her closer, tighter against me. The urge to thrust up or at least rub my cock against the seam of her panties is nearly overwhelming. I haven’t felt the need to dry hump anyone since damn middle school.

She lets go of my shoulders and arches, her legs around my waist tightening as she dips her head into the water, laid out before me, taut stomach, tits bobbing on the water, just begging for me to taste. While I'm busy admiring the perfect mouthful of her breasts, she's unbraided her hair, the long strands floating around her head as she slips under the water’s surface one last time.

I don't wait for her to wipe the water from her face or to open her eyes when she comes up. I put my lips to hers and suck at the water droplets gathered there. Swiping my tongue along the seam of her mouth, I demand, plead for entrance. When she lets me in, a feral growl rips past my lips and into her mouth. She swallows it and answers with a moan of her own. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, nails digging for purchase as I slide her against me. Our wet bodies add fuel to an already raging hot fire. I pull back, nipping at her mouth as I do, using her hair to hold her away from me when she tries to follow. Lowering her so that she can feel my cock nudge against her, hard, ready, so fucking ready to take her, I put my lips to her ear, our bodies creating a suction I'm not ready to break and tell her exactly what I want from her.

“I want to fuck you right here in this river, with nothing but the stars in the sky and the moon shining down on us to witness you coming apart in my arms as I take you over and over again.” When she whimpers, I can't help the cocky grin that makes its way across my lips. “I want my name to echo around us when you come.” I stop talking when Addy presses down on me, my cock nudging against her pussy. The lace of her panties and the thin material of my boxer briefs are the only things separating us. I’m about to change that. “There's only one problem.” I sip a droplet of water from her earlobe. “I need you to promise me you won't regret it later...because I'm gonna want to do it again.”

“A-again?” she stammers out as she continues to let the water aid her in tormenting me.

“I want you here, right now. And then I want to spread you out in the bed of my truck and do it all over. Fuck you until you can’t remember why we shouldn’t.” I roll my hips and give her something to really grind on. “Let me in, Sugar. Let me take that sweetness.”

She nods her head, her breathing coming out in short pants, her pussy rubbing over the head of my dick pushing me right over the edge. Reaching in between us, I still her movements just long enough to pull myself free of the constraints of my boxers and slide her panties to the side, holding them there while I slip first one then two fingers through her slit and into her welcoming pussy. “Mmmm, so tight. So ready.”

“Beau, please,” she pants, way past caring about the fact she thinks this is trouble. That I am trouble.

Always the gentleman, I give her what she wants and replace my fingers with my cock in one swift thrust, the water rippling around us, my name falling from her lips on an open-mouthed cry. She’s so goddamn tight. Spreading my feet wide on the sandy bottom of the river, I curl my hands over her shoulders to anchor myself to her. Addy’s heels dig into my ass as she uses it for leverage to lift herself off of me, meeting me thrust for thrust. The water around us churns with more than just a gentle ripple now as we race to fuck out all of the pent-up tension we’ve been dancing around since the day we met. This is going to be over way sooner than either of us wants it to be if I don’t slow us down.

Rotating my hips clockwise, I throw her off the sensual rhythm she was using to kill me. With a tug on her hair, I pull her back just enough to line her jaw with greedy kisses, moving to her throat and shoulder. Nipping and suckling her skin, the taste of Addy mixed with the cold water of the river is intoxicating.

“Beeeaaauuuu,” she all but purrs, her head falling back further, her pelvis pressed even tighter as she arches into me.

“I got you, Sugar.” I use the buoyancy of the water to guide her on and off my cock in slow, steady glides, each time bringing me closer and closer to coming. Knowing that I’m running out of time and that there’s no way I’m finishing without her, I take one hand from underneath her and unclasp her bra, stripping it from her and flinging it in the direction of the shore, knowing good god damn well it isn’t going to make it to the bank.

With her tits bared to me, I lean down and capture an already tightly budded nipple in my hot mouth, rolling it around, sucking as much of the globe as I can in my mouth before releasing it and lavishing the other with the same attention. Addy’s nails rake over my scalp, tugging at the long strands of wet hair, holding me to her as she rides me, finding her rhythm once again. The slip and slide of her pussy over my cock combined with the soft flesh of her tits across my chest is my undoing. I’m just about to reach between us to make sure she’ll be coming with me when she lets out a loud, strangled shout.

It might be my name, it might be a prayer or some cussing, but whatever it is, it’s damn hot with her head thrown back, water glistening on her skin, the moon casting a milky glow over her naked body. Damn hot. Like some kind of sexy mermaid.

Doing my best to hold back just long enough for her to ride out her orgasm, the moment her glazed over eyes meet mine, I show no mercy, driving into her with all the force the water will allow. Addy clings to my shoulders, her tits crushed between us, and licks at the water on my neck, biting and soothing and whispering filthy things that no preacher’s daughter should even know. The minute she nips my earlobe and demands, “Fuck me, Beau. Make me remember all the things I fantasized you doing to me,” knowing that she fantasized about me is enough to make me lose whatever control I have left.

Just as I’m about to come, I realize that the reason she feels so fucking good, her pussy so warm and smooth and slick is because I don’t have a condom on. “Fuck,” I hiss between my teeth, knowing it’s too late to turn back now. I thrust higher and deeper and wait as long as I possibly can until I get that tingle in my spine, then I pull out, sliding my cock up and down between her folds. Using the friction of her panties and smooth come-slick skin to finish me off, my groan of pleasure echoes around the river.

Legs weak now that I wasn’t buried inside Addy and her sweet mermaid pussy, I dip us one last time to rinse off. Addy lets out a soft laugh, resting her forehead to mine.

“Well, that escalated quickly.”

“That’s been festering for weeks.”

“Has it now?” she asks, a content smile on her face.

“Since the day I met you and you tried to pretend you didn’t think I was sexy. I saw you checking me out.” Not able to help myself, I brush a kiss across her smile. One that she returns.

“I did think you were sexy. And infuriating. Cocky,” she admits, pressing kisses to my mouth and stubbled cheeks.

Thrusting against her, my cock already halfway to hard again, I give her a knowing smirk. “How cocky do you think I am now?”