He tapped her shoulder. Thoughtlessly, her mouth opened, a simple surrender, and she felt the hot pillar of his most private flesh pass between her lips and stroke slowly against her tongue, moving into her accepting mouth, filling her there as well. I knew it was inevitable, and I thought I was prepared for it. An inch or so around. Already defeated. Dropping her things deckside, she slid into the pool. And a third. Pinning her hair up on her head, with a silent promise that she wouldn't get it wet this time. I remembered the silken skin of her breasts and the way her nipple had hardened to my touch. Perspiration glowed on her shiny forehead and her skin felt damp from the exertion.