Oddly, even though I’m completely naked, I don’t feel self-conscious in front of him. I don’t even feel as though I’m naked. He makes me feel comfortable in my skin. He hasn’t quite voiced his appreciation for my body as much as one would think, given the confidence I have around him, but it isn’t about what he says, it’s about how he acts when I’m exposed to him. The way his eyes rake over me with desperate gratitude. The firm grip whenever he places his hands on me. The domineering commands when we’re in the moment.
Not to mention, how he gets so incredibly hard anytime we’re intimate.
I step into the water and bring him in with me. He doesn’t protest, so I keep moving forward until I reach the raft, which is definitely big enough for the both of us. I pull it closer and say, “Get on.”
He scans the raft and then looks at me. “Are you going to join me?”
“Yes,” I answer.
With that, he gets on the raft and then helps me on. With the added weight, we sink lower into the water, but we’re still floating, just the occasional splash of water lapping up over the edge. I situate myself so I’m facing him, while he lies on his back and places his hand behind his head.
“See? No need to get your panties in a twist. Isn’t this nice?”
In a gruff voice, he says, “My panties weren’t in a twist.”
I press my finger to his brow and say, “This was all scrunched up.”
“You’re naked.”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with that last night.”
His eyes shoot to mine. “You weren’t outside.”
I can’t hide the smirk that pulls at my lips. “Afraid someone else might see me?”
“Yes,” he says.
“You act as if you care.”
His eyes flash to mine again and he stares at me for a few breaths before he turns and faces me on the raft. His hand falls to my hip, and from that little possessive touch, my entire body heats up from the inside out.
“I do fucking care.” His thumb rubs over my skin. “This is for my eyes only.”
I twist my lips to the side, trying to tread the line carefully as I ask, “Was my body contracted to you as well? I can’t quite remember that part.”
He wets his lips and drags his hand up my side, down my arm, and then straight to my breast. His fingers connect with my nipple, and casually, as if this is what he does on Saturdays, he rolls my nipple between his fingers.
But the feeling pumping through me from his touch is anything but casual.
“Did I or did I not have my mouth all over your cunt last night?” He twists my nipple and I squeeze my eyes shut, my breath stolen from me momentarily.
“You . . . did,” I answer.
“Then that means I laid claim on this body.” He pinches me. “Understood?”
A hiss escapes past my lips. “Yes,” I answer.
“Good.” He releases my nipple and I can’t help but utter a sound of protest. The smallest of smirks passes over his lips and I glare at him.
“You think that’s funny? Teasing me like that?”
“Not funny . . . more enticing. Makes me want to do more. Seeing you like this, naked in my pool, makes me want to do so much more.”
“Like what?” I ask, intrigued. After the last couple of encounters with him and the mind-blowing orgasms he’s pulled from me, I’d pretty much let him do anything to me. And I mean anything.
“Bend you over the side of this pool, spread your ass, and eat you out.”
Oh.
Jesus.
My legs grow tight as a dull throb pulses between them. I can’t imagine what that would feel like, but now I’m wondering just how good it would be.
“Have you ever done that before? Ever done anything with anyone in your pool before?”
He glances to the side, avoiding eye contact with me. “Yeah.”
For some reason, that disappoints me. I know I shouldn’t care and I have no right to care at all, but a small part of me wishes that I was the first woman he had in this pool.
But playing it cool, I ask, “Oh really? Was she any good?”
This time his eyes flash to mine. “No.”
Well . . . that, uh, that makes me want to smile.
“Interesting,” I say, keeping my smile to myself. “Why wasn’t she any good?”
He runs his fingers over my breast again and then passes his thumb across my nipple. “She was aggressive. Over the top. It was as if she was trying to impress me.”
“When she did the exact opposite.”