“I panicked,” she says, a little breathless as my hand begins to pull her panties down.
I pull them down her legs and discard them to the side. I slide her down back to her feet and lift her dress up and off before she has the chance to protest. She isn’t wearing a bra, and my eyes go straight to her perfect tits. They’re easily a handful, and they’re begging to have my mouth on them. I lick my lips, and my eyes move down over the soft curve of her hips and belly before taking in her thick thighs and the spot between them.
“Well, this seems unfair,” she says, crossing her arms in front of her and moving a bit awkwardly on her feet. “You’re staring.”
“You’re fucking beautiful, Zo?,” I tell her, a bit in awe of just how gorgeous she is. I take a step forward and reach for her, but she takes a step back.
“Your turn,” she says, gesturing toward my clothes.
I grin at her and begin to unbutton my shirt. Her eyes follow the movement and then dance across my chest and down my stomach as I pull it off and drop it to the ground next to her dress. She steps forward as I unbutton my pants. Her hands replace mine, and my abs jump at the contact. She smiles up at me, our height difference a little more pronounced now without her heels.
“All these tattoos,” she murmurs, running a hand through the hair on my chest, the piercing in each nipple, and down the tattoos that cover my torso. When she reaches my waistband, her other hand unzips me. “I always had a crush on you,” she admits, pushing my pants and boxers down in one swift shove. “But Jesus Christ, Wes. Look at you.”
My cock springs free, and her eyes go wide.
“You’re pierced?” she asks as I kick off my shoes and step out of the rest of my clothing. Her delicate fingers go to the piercings on the underside of my dick. Her hands feel fucking amazing as they run from the base to the tip. I watch her tongue wet her lower lip as she stares.
“Now who’s staring?” I ask her playfully, taking her hand from my cock and pulling her flush against my body. Precum beads on the head and onto her soft flesh as I gently work the hair tie from the bun on top of her head. “I love your hair,” I tell her as I work it free and it all falls around her face and shoulders.
She stands on her tiptoes, and I reach down to grab her ass, lifting her up to wrap her legs around my waist. Her fingers run through my beard as she claims my mouth in a violent kiss. I can feel her heat against my dick, and it’s all I can manage to just not explode right here and now.
I walk around the pool and slowly make my way down the steps, submerging us in the warm water. She sighs as the water laps at her waist. Her fingers find my own hair tie, and she pulls it free, throwing it somewhere on the side. She’s immediately deepening the kiss, pulling my hair and grinding herself on me.
“You owe me a secret,” I tell her in between our war of tongues and teeth.
“Right now?” she asks, breathless and annoyed. “We’re kind of in the middle of something here,” she groans, reaching between us to grasp my leaking dick. Her hand wraps around it and strokes from the base all the way to the head, her fingers paying extra attention to the piercings.
I growl and thrust into her hand, my head dropping to her shoulder as she works me over. Between the warmth of the water and the heat of her hand, I’m at risk of embarrassing myself. I pant against her skin, not wanting her to stop, but also wanting this moment to last as long as possible. I can’t even count how many wet dreams I had about her as a teenager, how many times I dreamed about this moment and how I would pleasure her until she couldn’t walk.
I want to hear my name coming out of her mouth over and over again. I want to feel her cunt pulse around my tongue, my fingers, and my dick. I want to taste her as she screams through every orgasm I give her. I want her to squirt all over my cock.
I want her messy and marked and mine.
“Tell me why you left me,” I plead with her. I need to know. I need to know why she cut me out of her life and why now is different than back then. Why does she want me now but not then? “I need to know, Zo?, please,” I beg her, looking her in the eye and pulling her hand free from me. “What was it about me back then that wasn’t good enough? What makes me good enough now?”
“You were always good enough, Wesley,” she says, running her fingers through my beard again, scratching at my jaw and trying very hard to not look me in the eye. “I can’t tell you why I left,” she finally says.
I let her down and wade through the water to the other side of the pool, running my hands through my hair and trying to come to terms with whatever the fuck it is we’re doing here. My dick is screaming at me to go back and rut into her like an animal possessed. But my mind needs to know the secrets.