Sinking into the warmth of her body is an utterly new experience, far beyond anything his imagination had conjured, and he groans, hips trembling. But the water buoying them up makes it easy to support her, the waves slowly lapping at them - the crest of each reaching to their chests, the troughs scarcely carrying their hips.

It's natural to let the water set the rhythm, rocking his hips against hers every time the water level drops, focusing his attention on the way his hands tease and explore her chest and sides beneath the waves as they lift. A higher wave rolls in, and his hands slide up her back, drawing her in for a kiss as the water laps over them.