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were all mine to adore.
    I wanted to run my fingers across her hourglass shape, and then rip the rest of that suit off her, right down the middle, which she seemed to struggle with the most.
    “Looks great.” I gave her a wink. I charged right into action. It was best not to keep myself lingering on how great she looked in that wetsuit. My cock already strained in mine.
    “That's the best I could do,” she said with a huff. “It barely fits.”
    “Aren't I the lucky one then?”
    I didn't pause. She followed me to the closed off, indoor docking area, where I kept all of my water toys. They were a bit of an obsession.
    “Do you have enough?”
    “Sorry, I have a few obsessions. This happens to be one of them.” And you could be the next.
    Watercraft bobbed idly in the gated off section of the hut. I threw open the gate, then unlatched the two-seater. We could've went on separate standing crafts, but it would be easier her first time if she let me do all the work. I preferred to do the work anyway.
    “We're going on the same one?”
    “Yes, I recommend it.”
    “Hmm, okay.” She crossed her arms, trying to hide what little flesh was exposed. Or else, she insinuated that I only wanted to get closer with my choice. She wasn’t wrong, but beginners should be paired up on their first ride.
    I leapt onto the seat. Holding my hand out, I reached for her to take it. I tried to keep all my thoughts pure once she did. I swept her closer to me, and she tossed herself right behind me, fitting snugly against me, her warmth making my cock jump.
    “Arms around me. There's no brake on this.”
    “Okay,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly. Something overcame me, a want to get closer, a feeling which I didn't know could exist in me. I'd been bored for so long. I'd been static and cold. One touch of Tia, my coldness had melted.
    My cynical side resisted, reaching from the deep, dark depths of my soul. It would be best if we continued. Out on the waves, I could forget how badly I wanted her. That nasty tug of war between resistance and lust could be quieted.
    “It's going to be bumpy, so hang on tight. You don't have to be worried about hurting me.”
    “I'm squeezing as hard as I can. I’m trying to break your ribs, but it's not working.”
    “Funny.” She gave me a squeeze. I could really feel it tugging at my breath, so that was good. We could begin.
    “Maybe you'll be able to ride one yourself once we're through, but for now, you have to hold onto me tightly.”
    I hit the throttle. We sped off into the ocean. The first crest we hit, we plowed right through it, spraying water. Tia yelped, sliding her thighs against me, making me want to hit something harder to get her closer.
    There was a tiny horseshoe shaped island nearby—only rocks and a sandy beach on it—I stayed clear of it, racing out toward the great expanse of the Pacific.
    “Here we go. Keep holding on,” I screamed back to her. I hoped she could hear me. The last thing I needed was her flipping off the back and cartwheeling as we hit a strong wave. She was smarter than that. Unfortunately, some of the valley chicks, when my friends took them out, weren't. Some had come back with nasty bruises.
    We jumped the next wave, getting some nice air. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt energized, ready to conquer. I settled that confidence down, trying to tell myself that we needed to take it easy. Tia was a beginner.
    The next waves were smaller. There was a much bigger monster building in the distance, but I decided to keep us in the easier waters for now.
    “More,” Tia screamed at me. She slapped my shoulder.
    After I hit the latest wave, and we got some air, I heard her yell at me to not take it easy on her. She wanted more. That pure adrenaline rush had her hooked. More, she kept telling me, more. A man couldn’t help but imagine their woman underneath them, their thighs spread wide, his cock pumping as they screamed for