“Marian!” Reyland choked, his pitch an octave higher than he expected, making him flush. The tips of his ears turned the same color as Marian’s cheeks.
“What?” She whispered sultrily against his lips as he held his face above the water, balancing her up, away from his increasingly hardening member, which seemed to be reaching for her.
“Marian, what…look…I’m…you…” he complained, his voice gruff as his eyes fixed on her soft, pale lips.
“Hmmm? I can't hear you,” she breathed, her right hand sliding down his left arm under the water.
Pale lips? Reyland thought. Alarm bells went off in his head.
He released his grip on her waist and pulled himself higher out of the water, pulling her flat against the side of his body, keeping her away from his front.
Her eyes widened, moving from his lip
