Diane remained still with her mouth still slightly open. Her eyes were fixed on me as if she was still processing my words. I scooted closer through the warm water, still keeping her personal space.
"Do you want to have a good time?" I asked her again.
"I..." Her expression wavered, uncertain, like she was trying to reassure herself rather than me. "...I'm a married woman."
I gave her a knowing smile and leaned in closer. "Of what use is being married if your husband can't even satisfy you?"
Her eyes went wide with shock at my boldness.
"Don't say that," she said in a sharp tone, though her voice was still shaky. "He... you don't need to know about our private life."
I held up my hands, leaning back a bit to give her space.
"Woah, woah, relax. I'm not prying." My voice became low and husky. "I just want to help you release that pent-up frustration."
Under the water, my hand moved to rest on her thigh, feeling her smooth skin. "Aren't you tired of being starved for... pleasure?"
Her breath hitched sharply, and a small gasp escaped her, but she didn't pull away or shove my hand off. Instead, her thighs clenched together beneath the surface, like doing that would soothe growing heat between them.
I noticed every detail—things were going just as planned.
"You're turned on, aren't you?" I asked, sliding my hands higher up her thigh.
Her face flushed beet red, and heat bloomed across her cheeks and down her neck. She leaned away from me, angling her body in a feeble attempt to hide the way she was responding.
"I'm not..." she protested, but her voice trembled with lack of resolve.
"I'm turned on too." I said, cutting her off.
To prove it, I shifted, letting her see the thick length of my cock peeking out from the water.
She went still for a moment, before eventually turning around towards me slowly, her gaze dropping instinctively. The first thing she locked onto was the tip of my cock, breaking the surface of the water like it was seeking her out, swollen and eager.
Her breath caught again, her eyes dilating as she stared, unable to tear them away. The sight had held her captive.
Emboldened, I wrapped my hand around my shaft and stroked slowly, letting her watch. "Look how hard I am for you," I said, my voice rough with need. "I want you so badly."
Her lips parted slowly, it was clear that my stroking was getting her aroused: Her nipples began pebbling, poking through the thin sheen of water on her breasts. Her fingers twitched, drifting down toward her thighs, itching to slide between her legs and touch herself.
"This... this feels wrong..." she whispered, though it came with very little conviction.
"No, what's wrong..." I murmured back, my free hand reaching to cup her cheek gently, tilting her face up to meet my eyes, "...Is you having to keep your desires buried just for your husband. I can satisfy you more than he ever could."
Her eyes widened further, conflicted, but she didn't speak.
For a moment, i thought she might actually resist. Then, despite herself, a soft, needy moan slipped from her throat. Her hands crept lower, her fingers brushing her quivering pussy lips, ready to circle her clit and ease the heat, but I caught her wrist before she could.
"Enough of using your hands," I said, guiding her arm away. "Tell me, do you want this? Do you want me to make you feel good?"
Her hand dropped to her side beneath the water, and for a while, she remained silent, like she was uncertain, then, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with intense desire.
"I... I... " she stuttered, but her body gave her away. Her hand moved instinctively to my chest, tugging at me weakly. I followed her tug, and moved to her legs. Her thighs parted for me instinctively, her muscles yielding almost immediately..
I positioned myself between her spread legs, my cock twitching slightly, the head spreading her folds open. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the slickness of love juices mixing with the spring's warm water.
One of her hands moved to my chest.
"Please..."she murmured, her tone laced with shame and growing arousal.
Her hips betrayed her too, bucking up and down, grinding her slit along the tip of my cock. But I held back, not thrusting in.
Leaning in close, i whispered into her ear. "I want you to beg for it,"