She let her hand relax, drifting in the water, and smiled dreamily. “I win,” she murmured, half-opening her eyes to watch him shaking under the influence of his orgasm.
“No, you don’t. What makes you say that?” He mumbled and jerked against her, whimpering with over-sensitivity, just managing to muster up enough energy to roll off of her and collapse beside her, panting harshly.
Summer laughed, stretching under the water and peeling herself off the edge. “I made you come first,” she said, looking at him through lowered lashes. She shivered slightly as the soft currents stirred by his movements brushed against her, where his hand had been.