have her lie on a lounge chair and stroke the supple line of her back, the damp hair, and watch her turn into a drowsy kitten. Now he engaged the other side of her, the writhing, begging, panting aroused woman, straining toward the climax he held in his control.
“Rory…”
“I like to hear you beg,” he said. He pulled himself up on the ladder, curved his body over her, putting some of his weight down on her frame. He watched her press her ass into his pelvis as he laid a kiss between her shoulder blades. Then he lowered himself back into the water. “Sit up and turn around,” he said.
When she did, he nodded to the space in the water between him and the ladder. “Bring yourself down into the water and wrap your legs around me,” he said. “Stare into my eyes and rub yourself against my cock. Make yourself come. Don’t look away.”
She obeyed, sinking back into the pool. The space was small enough she slid against his chest, his stomach and everything below. Lifting her legs, she wound them around him. Leaned back on her elbows on the top step and began to do as he’d commanded. He stared down in the water, watched her align herself with his groin and begin to lift and lower herself there. He should get rigid enough to provide interesting friction for her, and he could tell when he had, not just by seeing his erection push against his swimsuit against her, but by the way her breath rate increased, and her eyes got that glazed look. Her nipples were hard points against the swimsuit. Her arching back made it even more noticeable.
“Cup your breasts and press them together,” he said. When she complied, he put his mouth in between them, let his tongue play in that crevice and then nuzzled the tender curves. Her cries strengthened as he suckled the points through the fabric. Her hips were sliding up and down on him, short strokes whose speed was increasing as her climax bore down on her. The water rippled around them.
Her gaze clung to his, as he’d commanded. She was struggling to do it, and he watched her, unsmiling. She was feeding on the commands, the sensations. The unspoken knowledge that he wouldn’t let her look away, that it was up to him when she went over, and he relished watching her struggle between her body’s desires and her Master’s will.
When she reached for him, he allowed it. She slid her fingers over his abdomen, up his chest, over his nipples, and down again. It was erratic, no finesse to it, but because it was all driven by raw desire, it drew an equally strong response from him, particularly with her providing that stroke against his cock. He could feel his own response building and knew she might just make him climax as well.
“Now,” he growled, and she went over, body shuddering, arching, skin flushing like a pale reflection of the bold color of her suit, the fabric creasing over her body, her hip bones, the slope of her ribs, the line of her neck.
She was crying out her pleasure, her lips stretched open, her lashes fanning against her cheeks, brow creased with the power of what swept over her.
He clutched the ladder as her movements against him, the touch of her hands, brought his orgasm forth, no surprise. Later tonight, he’d have her put him inside her, because he wanted that sense of joining, and knew she needed it, too.
But right now, he couldn’t imagine feeling any closer to her, as they watched one another, rode that wave together, her desires under his command while he answered all her needs with more pleasure, more sensation.
“Rory…” She was whispering his name, her body still vibrating. Her fingers were stroking him, little needy clawings.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful. The most beautiful mermaid I’ve ever seen.”
He reclaimed the noodles he’d left on the concrete, fitting them under his arms before he scooped her up against him and floated them away from the ladder. As she rested against his chest, he gathered her hair in one hand, brushed her temple with his lips.
“Just for the record, you look positively smoking in that bikini. Brick said so.”
Her gaze lifted to his, hazel eyes serious. “It doesn’t matter. I belong to you.”
“Yeah, you do. Did I mention how lucky I am? But you’re still a tyrant when you’re playing nursemaid.” He tugged