That takes her aback.
“A bet?”
I shrug my broad shoulders, shifting her curvy form so that she’s even closer to me than before.
“It doesn’t have to be a two-way wager because I’m not looking for your money or anything like that. Let’s just say, you float after twenty minutes of swim lessons with me, otherwise I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars.”
The curvy brunette gasps, clutching me even closer.
“Ten thousand dollars?” she sputters. “But that’s—I mean, that’s a lot of money! All for floating?”
I nod.
“Yep, it’s a lot of dough, but it’s because I’m confident in my teaching abilities, and your ability to float.” Then I pause, winking at the curvy girl. “So what do you say? Are you up for the challenge?”
She bites her lip, hesitating.
“I don’t mean to be rude, Mr. Matthews, but I could kind of cheat right? I mean, I can just pretend that I can’t float no matter what you do, and then you’d be out ten thousand.”
I grin at Petunia as my blue eyes gleam.
“No, you won’t be able to fake it,” is my confident, thrumming growl. “I’ll be able to tell if you’re faking it, and besides, you’ll definitely be floating by the end of this challenge. I’d even go so far to say that there will be no way for you to pretend that you’re not, I’m so confident in my abilities. So what do you say, sweetheart? Yes or no? Does that ten grand sound good to you?”
Petunia looks torn because I can tell she’s not really interested in learning to swim. But after a few moments, she bites her lip and nods.
“Okay, I’ll accept your challenge, Mr. Matthews, because you’ve saved me once today and I owe it to myself to learn how to swim. But be prepared to lose your shirt because I swear, I can’t swim. I’ve tried many times, and it just doesn’t come easy to me.”
I smirk as I squeeze her tighter against my broad frame.
“No worries, sweetheart,” I rasp. “I’ve already lost my shirt. So have you,” I grin, pressing her even closer to me. But before Petunia can answer, I wrap one arm about her waist tighter while my other hand travels down to her ass, and she gasps as I squeeze a big cheek. Fuck, she’s perfect, and I let out a hungry groan as my fingers dig into that meaty flesh.
Petunia gasps a bit, that pretty pink pout falling open, and her hips roll toward me in invitation before she even realizes what she’s doing.
“So when do the lessons start?” she manages in a breathy whisper.
“Right now,” I answer immediately. “It’s going to be simple, actually, because you’re going to float when you have my dick stuck inside your tight little hole. No one said you couldn’t use a flotation device.”
Petunia gasps with shock. “What?”
I grin lazily.
“Hey, practice makes perfect, and we all need a little help at the beginning. Just think of it as the equivalent of training wheels. You’ll have my shaft buried in your tight little cunt, and with that, you’ll float just fine.”
She gasps again.
“This is nothing like training wheels on a bike!”
I merely grunt and pull her closer before burying my mouth against her slim throat.
“Well, just pretend then, baby. For me.” With that, I lift her up and rest my hands under those curvy thighs. She’s trembling with arousal, which makes me smile. “Now, sweetheart, I want you to unwrap your arms from around my neck and lean back slightly. Let go of me. It will only work if you relax.”
Petunia stares at me for a moment, unmoving, but then hesitantly does as told. Her arms unwind a little, releasing their death grip on my shoulders, and she leans back ever so slightly so that there’s actually some space between our bodies. Holy shit, her breasts are huge and glimmering in the low lights, and I have half a mind to start suckling right now. But first, I have to help her float.
“Great job,” I purr. “Now, I’m going to slide one hand under your back to support you, baby. See? That’s not so scary, is it?”
Petunia’s tense at first, but with the support of my large palm beneath her lower back, she relaxes a little and manages to float on her back, albeit with her legs still wrapped around my torso. We don’t move for a moment, just letting her get used to this new position, and after a few moments, the tension eases its way out of her body.
“You okay, baby?” I rumble.