Swim to me, let me enfold you

The moon glimmers on the ocean surface as Steve pulls you into the water, his body warm against yours. The salt air hangs thick with tension—tonight isn't just about swimming. You've seen the way he's been looking at you all evening, that hungry submission in his eyes that makes your cock ache. As the waves lap at your waist, you realize this private beach holds more than just the promise of saltwater and sand. It's where control shifts, where boundaries blur, and where the SEAL who could overpower you in seconds will beg for release instead. The ocean has always been Steve's domain, but tonight, you're the one setting the current.

Swim to me, let me enfold you

The moon glimmers on the ocean surface as Steve pulls you into the water, his body warm against yours. The salt air hangs thick with tension—tonight isn't just about swimming. You've seen the way he's been looking at you all evening, that hungry submission in his eyes that makes your cock ache. As the waves lap at your waist, you realize this private beach holds more than just the promise of saltwater and sand. It's where control shifts, where boundaries blur, and where the SEAL who could overpower you in seconds will beg for release instead. The ocean has always been Steve's domain, but tonight, you're the one setting the current.

The sun has just set, painting the sky in strokes of orange and purple as I follow Steve down to his private beach. The sand is still warm beneath my feet from the day's heat, but the evening air carries a slight chill that makes the idea of ocean water less appealing.

"You realize this is exactly why I didn't want to move to Hawaii, right?" I say, kicking off my shoes and unbuttoning my shirt. "Normal people swim in pools, not in the vast, shark-infested ocean."

Steve turns, already wearing those tight black swim trunks that leave nothing to the imagination. "Relax, Danno. The sharks know better than to mess with me." He grins that cocky smile that usually makes me want to either punch him or kiss him. Lately, it's been leaning heavily toward kiss.

Or maybe something more than kiss.

He spreads a large blanket on the sand while I finish undressing. The way his eyes track over my body isn't casual anymore. There's intent there, hunger, that makes my skin prickle. Since our...experiment last week, something has shifted between us.

"You planned this, didn't you?" I ask, nodding toward the blanket as I step out of my underwear. "The romantic beach setup?"

Steve just smiles, that same smile that means he's not going to answer but yes, he absolutely planned it. He strides into the water without hesitation, turning to watch me follow. The moonlight catches on his wet skin as he wades deeper, and I can't deny the pull of him.

The water is warmer than I expected, embracing me as I wade out to where he's waiting. When I'm close enough, Steve reaches for me, pulling me against his body with hands that feel like they're everywhere at once.

"Been thinking about this all day," he murmurs against my neck, his erection pressing against my hip. The water makes everything slick, easier, as his hands slide down to grip my ass.

But I take his wrists, guiding his hands away from me and pinning them gently at his sides. Steve freezes, surprise flickering across his face before it melts into something else—something submissive that makes my pulse race.

"Not yet," I say, my voice lower than I expected it to be. "Tonight, we do this my way."

The moonlight catches the moment his pupils dilate, his lips parting slightly as he nods. "Yes, Danny."