Skinny dip with him turned me on...
They arrived at his truck, so he could grab a couple of sleeping bag rolls out of the back, and a small duffel bag, before turning back to her.
"Hold the flashlight for me, will ya?" He handed it to Emma, and they stole down to the small floating dock where the fishing boat was tied up. They stumbled along with the scant light cast from the flashlight and the eerie glow of the moon overhead as their only guide. That, and Emma's near perfect memory of the terrain. They could see the cabin's porch light as a small yellow pinprick, but otherwise they were completely alone as the lake was small and owned by the Martello's. They had no sooner gotten to the end, the dock swaying slightly under their weight, when Ryan dropped everything he was carrying, and then stripped his shirt off his head.
Emma's mouth dropped open but he wasn't done. After kicking off his shoes and socks, he unzipped his jeans and dropped them along with his boxers. Her mouth fell open a little further, salivating slightly at the sight of him in all his naked glory. Under the light of the moon, his muscled form took on an almost otherworldly appearance. She couldn't stop staring.
But then, suddenly, she came back to her senses as she realized his intentions.
"Wait, you were serious?" she asked incredulously. "That water is going to be frigid!"
"Are you scared, Em?" he taunted.
"No!" she retorted, "I just don't want to freeze to death!"
"I'll keep ya warm," he winked at her, and then, not giving her nearly long enough to admire his drool-worthy masculinity, jumped off the end of the dock. He surfaced a few feet away, and splashed her. "Get in here, woman — I'm going to get you wet one way or another."
"Oh, you think so, huh?" Emma arched an eyebrow at him, fisting her hands on her hips, and not missing his innuendo. "I don't think you'll get near enough to get me wet in any way if you keep this shit up."
"Such a dirty mind, Em!" he was chuckling loudly now, and shot another stream of water at her. She barely dodged the stream of water, before sitting down on the end of the dock, and gingerly dangled her feet in. "Get in here, woman!"
"No way! I'm not getting in there. The temp has dropped, like, ten degrees from earlier."
"Come, on ... Please?" He swam up to the end of the dock and started trailing his wet hands down her legs. "I could just pull you in, you know."
"If you do, your 'equipment' will be malfunctioning for at least a week," she warned, sending him a deadly glare.
"OK, OK," he held his hands up in surrender. "I won't pull you in ... Come keep me warm?" his pleading eyes wore her down, and she sighed.
"If I die of hypothermia, I'm going to kill you, Ryan."
"You'll be dead, so I'm not too worried."
"You should be. My ghost will haunt your ass for the rest of your miserable life, and then I'll kick your ass once you finally croak," she grumbled. Standing up, she began stripping out of her clothes. When she was down to her bra and panties, she heard an audible gulp.
"I think you better leave those on," Ryan's strained voice came to her from the water.
"Oh really? Why is that?" Teasingly, she lowered her bra straps only to be splashed with a bucketful of cold lake-water. Shrieking, she launched herself into the water in the direction the assault had come from. The sounds of their voices and the water splashing carried over the water and bounced off the thick wall of trees. As soon as she broke through the surface, he swam up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"You are fucking gorgeous; you know that?" he mumbled into her neck, rubbing his rough stubble against her silky, soft skin.
"Pfft..." Emma tried to pull away, feeling self-conscious, but he kept his arms firmly locked around her. "I'm not gorgeous."
Ryan looked at her sideways, dumbfounded. She always seemed so comfortable in her own skin, and she wasn't the type of girl to fish for compliments either. Suddenly he realized, she was just being honest. She really didn't see herself that way.
Keeping his arms looped around her, Ryan twisted in the water so they were facing each other. "You are the most beautiful woman, to me," he asserted. Drawing her toward him, he kept his hands on the curve of her waist and met her lips in a leisurely kiss. Their tongues played together, luxuriating in the taste and feel of each other. Breaking off the kiss, he glided around to her side, and gently applied pressure to her shoulders, "Lie back for me, Em," he commanded in a low voice. "Just close your eyes and trust me."
Emma did as he urged and her body floated to the surface of the water. The cool night air made her nipples pebble under the lacy fabric of her bra, and tiny goosebumps puckered up all over her exposed skin. Then his other hand skimmed down to the small of her back. He stood there, watching her, waiting until he felt her body relax, the tension draining away, becoming malleable in his hands. Little rivulets of lake water trailed over her curves, beading on her cleavage and thighs, glittering in the moonlight, like so many diamonds. He had the urge to lean forward and lick them off of her slowly, but resisted.
"You are so unbelievably beautiful, Emma." His rich baritone washed over her. He slid through the water, skimming his hands along the underside of her body as he went — down her back, to the arch of her spine, over the curve of her buttocks, and down the curves and muscles of her thighs and calves.
She emitted a small sigh of pleasure, making the corner of his mouth quirk up into a possessive smile. The trust she was exhibiting toward him, appealed to a very male part of him — in this moment, she was his.
Admittedly, as much as he was hers. The woman practically turned him inside-out with just one flash from those huge hazel eyes.
When he reached her feet, he took them gently in his strong hands, slowly and firmly massaging them. Keeping his touch firm and gentle, he slowly inched up her calves, to her thighs and hips, so lush-feeling under his touch, but avoiding her apex. Her skin was silky and slippery beneath his touch, and he longed to do more, but clamped down his growing need. Cupping her buttocks and massaging the small of her back, he drew a blissful groan from her parted lips and smiled with satisfaction as her back bowed up out of the water...
(Except the title, the story has not been edited by Team Kamuklife & originally appeared at Cosmopolitan)