Oh, yes.

Her hand came up to grip your wrist under the water, her thumb stroking your pulse point. “Well?” she breathed, her lips now dangerously close to your ear. “Does it turn you on? Being exposed like this with me?”

You couldn’t lie. Not with your heart hammering against your ribs, not with the evidence of your arousal bobbing helplessly in the water between her thighs. “Y-Yes,” you choked out, the confession ripped from you.

A sharp, quiet inhale was her reward. “Good,” she whispered, the word a hot promise against your skin. Her grip on your wrist tightened, not to hurt, but to claim.

In a flash, she grabbed the straps of her one-piece and pulled them down so that her tits left the protective covering and floated up. You couldn't take your eyes off her stiff nipples.

You stare, completely frozen, at her exposed breasts. The water, the sun, the empty pool edges - everything blurs into a white-red noise in which only she exists. Your mind is a single, overheated error message.

Christina's breath is warm on your ear, her body presses you against the cold tiles of the pool wall. “Well?” she whispers, and her voice is rough with an excitement that you finally, finally understand. "Your wish. You have three seconds. Three..."

Your mouth is dry as dust. Every rational thought screams to cover yourself, to flee, to end this impossible situation. But a deeper, darker part of you, unleashed by the sight of her, her touch, her brazen control, takes over.

“Two...”

The desire bursts out of you, a gasping, humiliating confession you never thought possible.