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He smiles at her, watching her face with languid eyes, pushing as deep as he can go and twisting his hand, drawing out slowly and with pressure against her inner walls.

'I'll hold you to that.'

His thumb pushes the fabric aside, and he brushes the soft pad of it over her clit.

Her eyes are closed with her mouth open slightly as he sweeps against her most sensitive spot. She follows his hand with her hips, trying to get as much contact as possible.

Still gripping him with one arm, her other hand continues its quest to get his pants undone, then sliding inside to grasp him firmly.

He makes a satisfied sound and lets her help herself. The bubbles are nice on his erection, her hand is good and tight, but he won't get distracted from the tight clench around his fingers. He thrusts back in hard, starting a rhythm that's almost rough - except it's softened by the almost delicate touch over her clit, the lightest tease that hits right as he pressures her g-spot inside.

It's a bit hit-and-miss because of the water, but he's dedicated, watching her face to gage the timing that works best for her.

"Oh, God."

She whimpers as he changes the pace, biting on her lower lip. Clearly, something's working for her.

She hasn't forgotten about him, working her hand slowly up and down his length until it matches the rhythm he's set.

Jim smiles, smug, and watches until there isn't just one whimper, until he's found the right mix of pressure and tease to make them keep coming. This isn't rocket science; all you have to do is pay attention. He presses his other hand on the inside of her knee, spreading her wide, wider; keeping her open to take his fingers. His hips rock gently into her hand, and his skin is flushed red from heat and pleasure, but he doesn't take his attention off her for a second.

'Proving myself yet?'

He murmurs it against her chest, looking up at her from between her breasts.

Proving himself? Of course he is.

"I knew you would."

She leans her head back and sighs happily, wetting he hair in the process. She shifts ever so slightly, lifting her hips and tightening her legs around his waist.

He chuckles because like there was any doubt; like he even needs to. He kisses over her breasts as they're offered up, and lets her adjust to what suits her, though he does increase the pressure. and flick a bit faster with his thumb.

'Wait 'til I stick my tongue in you later. We'll see how much better I can do.'

"I'd rather you put your dick in me."

She can be honest when she wants to. And it's true. Not that she doesn't appreciate being eaten out, but she'd take a good pounding over it any day.

But they'll see what kind of mood she's in.

'Oh, I'm going to do that first.'

And pretty soon, he'd say, because she feels good. His mouth falls open in a silent laugh, eyes alight with mischief.

'What else do you prefer? It'll save us both some trouble.'

"Good."

She raises his chin so she can kiss him, long and deep. Then her hips start moving again.

"I prefer someone who knows what they're doing. You do."

He kisses her back, hungry, his free hand pushing into her hair to hold her where he wants her.

'I always know what I'm doing.'

He falls back into rhythm as she starts moving, but he only lets her settle into it for a minute before pushing her on again, firm inside her and gentle outside, his hard-on nudging insistently against the softness of her inner thigh.

'And you're going to get it so hard.'

"Mmm."

If they weren't in the situation they're in she might argue that he doesn't always knows what he's doing. This is far more important.

"I want it hard."

She leans in to nuzzle at his cheek.

"Hard and deep. You can leave bruises if you want."

He huffs a laugh like that's funny, when he's actually thinking it's just a stupid thing to say to him. And then he groans and rests his forehead between her tits, because he wanted to make her come first but fine, he's going to give up the pleasure of the view in favour of the other kind.

'Where'd you put the condoms?'

If there was ever a bad time to disavow him of his notion of invincibility, this would be it.

Tess is very sure she can handle it.

"Down there."

Outside the tub, on the floor. She leans over, fumbles with the box for a few moments and then holds one out to him.

He licks his fingers before he takes it, then kisses her and stands up because, jacuzzi, and he won't risk not getting it on right. Anyway, he thinks he looks good and he's hardly shy about showing himself off, even more so at this age.

'Are you less than enthusiastic about giving head, as well as getting it?'

She's hardly shy either, especially in circumstances like this. Pushing herself up, she sits on her knees in front of him.

"Is that what you want?"

'There's hardly a man alive who'll turn down a blowjob.'

He rolls the condom between his fingers, looking down at her. It's a pretty sight. He's not sure he trusts her, but it's still pretty.

'But if you're going to, then go easy with the teeth.'

"I have done this before."

She runs her hands up his thighs, sliding one around his hip as the other grasps his manhood. Slowly, she lowers her mouth onto him, taking her time. Then she pulls up just as slowly, lips firm around him, and swirls her tongue over his tip.

Some women think teeth is hot. They're wrong, as far as he's concerned.

'...I see that.'

He swallows, and pushes his trousers a bit further down his thighs. He likes her wet hair too, it suits her.

'I like tongue.'

Teeth are hot on a neck, shoulder, even nibbling someone's ear. But not when you're giving head.

Tess takes his comment to heart and takes him in and out a few more times slowly, her tongue circling around the head.

His fingertips run down her jaw. For a brief moment he holds her under the chin, perhaps a little too hard, watching her swirl around the straining head of him. He looks less amused, more darkly aroused.

'Suck it as hard as you want me to give it to you.'

Tess looks up at him, still teasing the tip with her tongue. Then she takes him all in a little quicker and sucking hard as she draws back up his length.

And repeats several more times.

His eyes half-close, and he rocks a little on his heels, swaying in the water. That's good, very good.

And it'll never not be funny, someone in her position on her knees for a sixteen-year-old him. There's that too.

'Enough.'

His hand closes on her throat, and pushes her back. He holds the condom out, watching her face.

'Put it on me.'

It's something older him never got. She just might like this younger version better.

Maybe.

Her expression is one that's almost impressed, but with mischief still alight in her eyes. She simply nods, takes the condom and rolls it down on him, making certain the fit is just right.

She's behaving very well. He's liking this. His hand wanders down her neck to cup one of her tits.

'Off your knees, then. Sit back.'

He sinks down, holding the condom on, tilting his head to kiss her hard.