With oxygen stammering through my chest, I reply, “I love you with all of me, Leith.”
As he unbuttons his shirt, I ogle him, exposing each tanned pec. I push my tits together, and a jagged breath escapes his sexy mouth. In response, his fingers fumble over a button. I arch a brow, unclasping the latch of my bra, and dangle it like a tassel over my index finger. He’s only halfway finished the button down.
“You could be diddy-riding my breasts.”
“When I get out of my pants,” he says, lust marring his gruff tone. “I’m gonna lick and love those titties the way they’re meant—”
I grip his designer linen shirt, ready to rip it off his athletic frame. Except, the execution I anticipated falters as the shirt’s threading holds steady.
“This is my favorite, lass!” Leith gasps.
“Seems fair since you’re always ripping off my clothes.” My eyes warn of his impending doom if he doesn’t help me. Hiding half a smile, Leith places my hands over his, assisting with my shredding him out of the shirt.
He moves like a merman, getting out of his pants. I float closer, and Leith tightens an arm around my waist. “Now, I’m gonna have to torture ye for yer insolence.”
My pulse flutters, fingertips following the muscular V-shape groove of his hips. “Do your worst.”
Leith cups my face with his hands, sealing my request with a kiss that would threaten to knock me off my feet were I not already floating. The expert movements of his tongue tantalize gasps from my throat until the world disappears, and only the two of us exist tonight. It’s like two lovers’ first kiss, and I’m lucky enough to feel this pleasure every time he’s near. He kisses me so long that it takes a few moments to realize he’s pulled away.
Leith dunks down into the water and pushes my panties to the side, baring my valley to his mouth. Fire sparks inside me as his tongue laps, and his hands cup me tight.
“Oh my, oh my . . .” My heart skips a few beats. Vision to the sky, the stars become an infinite blur as waves of pleasure increase, each one crashing more intensely than the last. “Oh, I can’t—can’t breathe.”
Can he breathe? He’s eating like it’s a holiday feast, so I assume he’s fine. Leith has backed me against the colorful tile steps. I attempt to clutch at the blue-green glass tile, coming quicker than I ever have.
Leith breaks the surface. My eyes drink my fill of him, liking all that I’m seeing. Breathless, I examine tiny specks of water sliding down his biceps. I tread water, bearing him, pumping his dick in my hands.
“Nae, hen. Ye asked me to make love to ya,” he groans, fortitude draining. Leith removes my hand from his sex. His mouth meets my neck, fingers teasing and circling my tingling nub. I buck my hips, gasping as his dick takes over where his fingertips just worshipped.
I wrap my legs around him. His arousal sinks through my resistance.
“Chevelle, feck, I’ll never get used to this.” He sits there, inside my wet walls, letting us get used to the wonderful stretch. “How do ye bless me so? Ye stay so tight for me.” His declaration ends in a growl that leaves my body trembling around him as he starts to move.
First slowly, so deliberate, so torturous that I’m tempted to pull out my hair and his. I hiss, “Leith, you’re killing me.”
He grinds into my pussy, pulls out slowly, then strokes all the way to the hilt, repeating it all over again. The speed is picking up. Leith anchors my hips with his hands, prompting me to move in tandem, matching his strokes.
“Don’t stop!” I shiver.
“Nae, hen, never.” He pounds. The water rages around us, the bubbles swishing as I claw his back and anchor myself into him. We’re surrounded by water, but the wildfire of ecstasy within us is unquenched. Leith hits the spot, detonating an orgasm that has me exploding in his arms.
My husband pumps viciously inside of me, again and again. I stare in awe at my hot Scottish husband, aware he’s ready to cum, every muscle corded and chiseled in marble. He bites down on my neck, cussing hard, fucking harder. The pain sends my pussy working like a vice, milking him for all he’s worth.
Chapter 31
Chevelle
After getting out of the pool, Leith and I shower. It wasn’t until we were eighteen that I opened Leith’s eyes to