CHAPTER 124: WET(1)(R18+)

"Huh...?"

A small sound escaped Tonya’s lips—half breath, half question—as a jolt of something sharp and electric ran through her chest, and into the warmth between her thighs. The water lapped against her skin, but it wasn’t the cold that made her shiver.

It was him.

She blinked, confused, startled by the sudden, undeniable ache building deep inside her.

’What... what is this? Am I getting turned on?...’ she thought, heart pounding.

’Why now?’

The heat blooming between her legs wasn’t from embarrassment. It pulsed—needy, wet, aching. Her thighs instinctively pressed together under the water.

A flush crept across her cheeks as her eyes flicked to Steve. He hadn’t touched her... but his presence—so close, so still—was pressing on her like a weight. She felt herself drawn to him, inching closer through the water without fully realizing it.

Steve noticed.

His jaw tensed, his eyes darkening with an emotion he fought to restrain.

’... she’s blushing.’ he thought.

’So she’s still susceptible...but...should I really still try to fuck her right now? Out in the open like this? We can’t afford to disclose our location. ’

His hand flexed in the water.

’I’ll just tease her. Just a little. I can handle that. I can keep control...’

So he moved.

Closer.

The water stirred between them, warm and silken. He didn’t touch her—not yet—but Tonya felt him.

A soft, involuntary gasp escaped her. Her thighs shifted, the water brushing against her sensitized skin like a lover’s whisper. Her breath hitched again.

Then she looked up.

Their eyes met.

Blush stained her cheeks, her lips slightly parted, trembling. Her voice came out barely louder than the water around them.

"Steve...?"

Steve’s voice dropped—low, rough, and edged with hunger.

"It’s just that... damn, Tonya..."

His words faltered for a moment, like they were fighting their way out of him. His jaw clenched. Then he met her gaze again, eyes dark and dilated.

"I’ve longed for this moment for quite some time. I’ve ... missed you."

His words sank into her like heat into skin, and for a split second, Tonya forgot how to breathe.

Her thoughts spun wildly behind her eyes, but her body had already betrayed her.

’Why? Why do I always lose control right when it matters?’

Her heart pounded like a drum beneath the surface of her flushed skin.

’We’re alone, but still in the open. We should be ... logical...’

But logic drowned beneath the rising tide of sensation flooding her limbs.

And even as she tried to think—he moved.

Without warning, his hand slipped beneath the water, finding her breast with an eager, claiming grip.

Her breath caught in her throat.

His palm closed around the soft, wet swell of her flesh, greedily taking her in, fingers sinking into her skin like it belonged to him.

The fullness of her bare breast filled his hand perfectly—warm, supple, and slick with riverwater. His thumb grazed her nipple—hard and tight from the cold and arousal—and the touch sent a bolt of pleasure straight through her.

She gasped—soft, breathy, uncontrolled.

The air between them shifted. Thicker. Hotter. Her skin prickled with heat as the moonlight played over the curves of her bare chest, glistening over her damp skin like oil.

Her nipple, flushed and stiff, rubbed against his palm as he squeezed her again—slower this time, more deliberate, savoring her.

Steve’s breath hitched, and beneath the surface, his arousal pulsed—thick, hard, aching.

She could feel it.

He wasn’t hiding it.

He wasn’t trying to.

His grip tightened just slightly, sending another ripple of sensation through her body. Her thighs pressed together.

"Mmm..."

The soft sound slipped from Tonya’s lips before she could stop it—more instinct than intention. A jolt ran through her body as Steve’s hand continued its slow, deliberate motion.

Her gaze lifted up to him, searching his face, her thoughts caught in the space between hesitation and surrender. She had tried—truly—to resist the temptation crackling in the air between them. But her body... her body had already betrayed her.

Her cheeks were flushed, her breath short. Her hands hung limply at her sides, trembling slightly, not from fear—but from need.

Steve’s eyes lingered on her, dark with desire.

He leaned in, his touch growing bolder.

His fingers gently caressed the curve of her breast, slick and soft under his palm. He gave her a firm, savoring squeeze—slow, possessive, reverent—and then brought his other hand down beneath the surface of the water.

Warm river currents swirled around them as he moved.

His fingers found her hips first, tracing along them, steady and sure, then sliding lower... lower... until they reached the full, generous swell of her ass—soaked, supple, and irresistible beneath his touch.

His hand curled around it, gripping firmly.

She gasped, the sudden contact sending another ripple of heat through her core. Her thighs shifted under the water, unconsciously pressing together.

Steve pulled her closer, both hands now claiming her body—one massaging her breast in slow, circular motions, his thumb teasing her hardened nipple; the other squeezing her fat ass.

Tonya’s ass pressed softly into him—plush, warm, inviting. Steve could feel every subtle motion, every shift in her hips transmitted through that tender contact. The water kissed their skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire building between them.

His cock throbbed against her, hard and aching, the pressure maddening. He gritted his teeth, breathing in the scent of her wet skin—faintly floral, laced with the wild scent of the river. Each second felt like a dare, a test of restraint he was rapidly losing.

Tonya’s gaze danced away from his, cheeks flushed a deep rose. Her body trembled, not from fear, but from the tension of desire barely restrained.

’This isn’t right.’ she told herself, the thought echoing like a prayer.

’Don’t do it. Don’t—’ But she didn’t move away.

Instead, she let her hand rise, cupping her breast through the wet cling of her shirt, her breath hitching. Her fingers tightened for a second... then she exhaled, turned from him, and shut her eyes—silently surrendering.

Steve paused, watching her. She hadn’t said a word, but her body was loud enough.

’That’s futile.’

A slow smile curved his lips.

He stepped closer, sliding his hands around her waist, fingers spreading over her skin with reverent hunger. She didn’t stop him. She only shifted slightly, her ass now flush against his cock. The contact was electric.

He pressed into her, letting her feel the full length of him—hard, hot, needing.

Lowering his lips to her neck, he kissed her slowly, letting his breath linger against her damp skin. She shivered, eyelids fluttering.

One of his hands trailed up, guiding hers away from her breast with a gentle insistence. She let him.

Her breast spilled into his hand, soft and full. He cupped it, thumb brushing over the tight peak as she gasped quietly.

’Damn it...’ he muttered under his breath, his voice low and rough.

’I said I wasn’t going to fuck her... but at this point...mm...mehn...why the hell not...’

His lips grazed her ear.

’...what could possibly go wrong?’