apart effortlessly and searches for his zipper in the same motion. He pushes his jeans down his legs and steps out of them, adding them to his shoes and shirt. His boxer briefs are tight like black leather.
He walks around to the other end of the pool and takes the stairs slowly into the water. I stay where I am. He swims to me, the water parting against his chest. The sun creeps over the top of the gate and hits his back so that he takes my breath away. When he gets close to me I push off the wall and swim the rest of the way to him.
His arms encircle my waist under the water. He pulls me to him. “You really want this?” He presses his forehead against mine and his warm breath brushes across my lips, smelling strongly of my chocolate milkshake.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, falling into his dark gaze. He looks hungry and fearful, as if his desire is greater than his uncertainty. Why am I the only girl he’s uncertain with? “Shut up and kiss me.” Just once I want it to only be me and him. I want all of the other women to fade away and for his desires to be focused solely on me.
Under the water I encircle his waist with my legs. Kent smiles and then he gives me what I want, bringing his lips down on me roughly. I turn my head to the side and open my mouth for him, wanting his tongue inside of me again. I move my fingers to the back of his head, threading my fingers in his hair. His strong arms are under the water, wrapping me tightly against his body. He kisses me deeply, wanting me with every inch of his body. His tongue tastes like chocolate as it strokes mine, owning me.
This kiss is so different than our first one. That was primal and hormone-driven. This one is intense, coaxing a fire slowly, feeding the flames with our lips. It’s as if we both know what we want in this moment, which is so incredibly sexy I moan against his mouth. I wonder if it’s the alcohol making me so confident. I don’t think too hard about it when his hands start to inch higher. He moves one leg between mine to hold me up as he lets me go so his fingers can skim my waist and stomach.
I break our kiss to watch him grab my breasts in each hand. He squeezes me gently, cupping me fully in his large hands. The lace of my bra is like a teasing thing. He’s not really connecting with my flesh, but he’s touching just enough of my skin to drive me wild. He leans down and brings his mouth close to my breasts. Right before his lips close around my nipple he looks up into my eyes. And then he sucks on me through the lace. My reaction is involuntary. I arch in his arms and moan, tugging on the handful of his hair I still possess in my fist. My nipple hardens enticingly between his lips.
I want his mouth. I want his tongue. I want to feel him.
I grab his face and crush my lips to his.
Beneath the water his knee has inched perfectly between my legs. As our kiss deepens he moves it against me. My middle appreciates the contact. I break our kiss once more to look down. Our stomachs meet when I grind against his leg. I bite my lip as I pick up speed, pressing myself harder against him. The lace of my panties pulls in the water. The sensation of the warm liquid mixing with my own makes me shiver. I lean against him as this want, this strange desire-filled need moves through me. I want it fed now.
“Kent.” His name on my lips is unbearably hot to me.
He finds my mouth and kisses me so hard I forget about his leg for a second. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as we bob in and out of the water. His tongue feels so good in my mouth. It’s scorching and wet, sliding over my mine in a way that reminds me I have needs. I grind against him again, this time uncaring of anything but feeding this ache inside of me. It’s ravenous. And Kent is the most delicious thing around.