The pulsing between my legs becomes heavy, needy, and my legs widen, even though he’s nowhere near them.
“If you were naked in my pool, first, I’d make you dunk yourself completely so I could watch the water droplets roll off your amazing tits.” He squeezes my breast and I moan against his hold. “The fucking sexiest tits I’ve ever seen. And I fucking mean that. Just big enough for my hands, perky, with these hard nipples that drive me nuts. And you’re so responsive when I touch them.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers and I groan before lifting my shirt completely, exposing both breasts for him. “Fuck, baby. You make me so goddamn hard. Do you feel that?”
“I do,” I answer. “I love that you get hard just touching me.”
“You have no fucking clue.” While one of his hands plays with my nipple, the other drags over my stomach again, to where the waistband of my pants meets my skin. “But if you were naked, in the pool, I wouldn’t just be touching you like this. I’d be exploring your slick, wet skin. I’d lay you across the edge of the endless pool, where the water falls over.”
His fingers stroke the elastic of my sweatpants.
His other hand moves from one breast to the other, and he casually caresses my skin.
Featherlike touches that drive me crazy, but don’t quite push me over the edge.
“I’d start at your tits. I’d suck on your nipples, envisioning what it would be like to slip my dick between your breasts and fuck them.”
I want him to do that. The thought of it makes me even hotter. So hot that these sweatpants feel stifling now.
“And then I’d move to your stomach, to just above your pussy.” He presses his fingers against the spot he’s talking about, above the fabric of my pants. “And I’d tease you, over and over again with my tongue until you tug on my hair so hard that it’s painful.”
My fingers inch toward his hair as he releases my breast and moves his hand to my hip, where he slips his fingers under the elastic of my pants.
“You’re not wearing underwear?” he asks me.
I shake my head. “Didn’t think I needed to.”
“You fucking tease,” he whispers, spreading his hands wide so his thumbs rest just above my pubic bone.
Fuck.
Me.
I squirm against his touch, but he stills me as he says, “When I knew you couldn’t take it anymore, I’d part you with two fingers and eat your pussy. Fuck, I can taste it right now, sweet and salty, fucking delicious on my tongue.” His thumbs drag inward and then pull back as my pelvis rises. I grip his neck tighter.
“You’re making me so wet.”
“Good,” he says, pushing my pants down until they just barely cover me.
Needing more contact, I lift the hem of my shirt up and over my head, leaving me topless and resting on his chest.
“You want so much more, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper, bringing one of my hands to my breasts. My touch is nowhere near like his, and all it does is frustrate me. “Please, do something.”
“But I’m not done telling my story,” he says before dragging his tongue over my neck. Unsure of what to do with my hands, I reach behind me and hold on to him one more time, wishing I could stroke his stiff cock pressed against me, and then listen to him moan while I pleasure him. “I’d fuck you with my tongue, over and over again until you’re begging me to stop, and then, and only then, would I lower you against the edge, prop your ass up, and eat you out all over again. I’d claim your cunt, make sure you never forget who makes you come the way I do.”
My legs shiver.
My body shakes.
And I shift, causing my pants to fall off the curve of my ass and past my pussy, exposing me. I spread my legs and wiggle the pants down until they’re at my knees. Then I shimmy out of them and leave myself completely naked on the lounger with him.
“Here I thought we were taking things slow,” he says as he drags the backs of his fingers up my stomach—not the direction I want him to go.
“You can’t turn me on like this and expect me to just sit here, unfazed.”
“I didn’t. I was hoping this is where it would end up, with you writhing for more. Now, the question is, will I let you come?”
I pause and turn so I can look at him. “Don’t you dare.”
He just smiles.
“You realize I can make myself come, right?”
I go to reach between my legs, but he takes my arms, shifts them behind my back, and then locks me against his chest so quickly that I don’t have a moment to breathe. I try to close my legs, but he loops his ankles over and under mine, spreading me even wider.