my words caused.
“What’s it going to be?”
I love the way her pupils dilate. It’s heady and intoxicating. Fortunately for me, the controls to the lights are nearby. I cut across the pool, stroking through the water with barely a sound. I stride out, cut the power, and plunge the pool into darkness. Without a word, I swim back to my girl.
Angel waits for me, eyes fixed on my body as I prowl the last few feet toward her.
“Now, put your feet on the bottom of the pool. Shoulder width apart—”
“But…”
“Do as I say, Angel. That’s my one rule.”
There goes her lower lip again. She glares at me but does exactly as I say. With a glance over my shoulder, I’m virtually certain nobody can see us. The only people who know we’re still out here are most likely fucking each other’s brains out. It’s a shame I don’t have a condom on me, but I’m cool with waiting.
This may not be slow, but I’m still going to show Angel what she’s been missing, fumbling around with those boys who don’t know how to give a woman a proper orgasm, and no way in hell am I wasting this opportunity.
Electricity pumps through my veins and heightens my senses. I want this woman with a passion that doesn’t make sense and a hunger that can’t be denied. I want to scream her name to the heavens, loud enough for the stars to shudder as I own this moment.
This won’t be a simple kiss. Nothing like the ride up the gondola. Soon, she’ll be in my hands, under my power, bowing beneath my demands.
But I still won’t rush this. I brush a lock of strawberry-blonde hair from her face, loving the way she trembles beneath the pads of my fingers.
Relief flows through me. An odd emotion for this moment, but it feels as if a great weight lifts from my shoulders. After this, there is no more evading. No more pretending to leave the room because I don’t like her. There is no going back. I scan her face and make sure she won’t have regrets when we’re through.
“Do you want to burn?”
“Yes.”
“Do you ache for me?”
“Yes.”
“Did you get your pretty pussy waxed for me?”
“Yes.” Her head tips back and a little moan escapes her. “Please, Spike, touch me.”
My skin tightens and tingles. My dick throbs. My balls draw up, aching and wanting. I whisper in her ear as I kick her legs farther apart.
“Your nipples are tight for me.”
“So tight.”
I brush my knuckles across the red fabric of her bikini top. “This stays on.”
It’s a risk doing this out here, but nobody can see out this far from the house. We’re in total darkness and somewhat safe. Before she can react, I yank the triangle of fabric to the side, exposing her left tit to me. I take half a second to admire her perky breast before bending down to suck it into my mouth.
Her body jerks beneath me, then her back bows as I lave the tip of her nipple with my tongue. I free her other breast, pushing the fabric to the side, and wrap my fingers around the soft swell of her breast.
I stand in front of her, stepping between her legs, as I knead first one breast and then the other. I kiss and tease her nipples with my tongue until she’s panting beneath the onslaught. It doesn’t take long before she writhes beneath me.
The moment she lowers her arms, I stop, forcing her back into position. This is my time. Not hers. And she’ll touch me when I say, not a moment sooner.
It’s not that I’m some gallant lover. I demand it because I’ll blow my load like a one-pump and done virgin the moment she gets her hands on me. I don’t want to embarrass myself. We’ll get there, but first, I have several—multiple—orgasms to give my girl.
Not to spend all my time on her tits, I stroke her cheeks, her neck, and run my fingers across her belly. I can’t stop touching her, and with each touch, a transformation comes over her. No longer sweet and innocent, she turns into a carnal creature begging for more.
That’s hot.
My heart squeezes, churning blood through my veins while I force myself to take things slow. Back in the day, the guys and I had contests about who could get their chick to come first. I became proficient in the female body and how to draw out its pleasure.
I’m