Jim knows damn well he looks good anywhere, and there's far more arrogance in his posture than submission. His hands curl around her thighs to hold her, and when he gets to the crux there's a moment where he just rests against her mound, breathing in the smell of her. There's salt from the water too, and it's a nice mix.

A voice in his head makes a caustic remark at this point; he jerks it away, and dips lower, wriggling his tongue in to brush the side of her clit.

'S'good as I remember.'