move against his leg. “No.”
His eyes are heavy-lidded and blazing. He touches my breasts again, gently tugging on my nipple through my bra. “Here?”
“Not exactly. You’re close though.”
His hand dips to the top of my panties. He slides it across the front of me and pushes his fingers over me through my panties. “Here?”
“Right there,” I exhale, moaning loudly as his fingers move against me. “But I want to feel you this time.”
“Trust me, Raina. You’re going to feel me.” And just like that my panties disappear.
I don’t know what happened to them. But they’re gone and Kent is pushing me against the edge of the pool. He takes my lips and kisses me hard, so hard I can’t feel anything but his lips and tongue. His fingers touch me under the water. The way he’s kissing me I can’t move my head away. I have to moan into his mouth. And I do. Deeply. No one has ever touched me like this.
Kent slides his finger up and over me, down and up, making a path as his lips kiss me mercilessly. I kiss him in between my desperate moans. His fingers cease their torture as he searches for something. When he finds my clitoris I give up on all coherent thought. It’s like in the bathroom all over again. I am feeling, moaning, and want. I’m not even a person anymore. His mouth won’t let me go. The sensation of his tongue in my mouth while his fingers rub my sensitive clitoris is causing something extravagant to build inside of me.
I almost cry when his fingers leave me. But my almost-tears dry up the moment he teases my entrance with his fingertips. Cupping me in his hand, he then slides his fingers inside of me slowly. No one has ever been where he is. I have no words for the feeling. All I can do is let the sensation of his fingers filling me take over.
“You’re so tight,” he moans, letting my mouth go. “Why are you so tight?”
I don’t expect he wants an answer. I couldn’t give him one even if he wanted it. His fingers push into me more, causing all of the muscles south of my naval to constrict and tremble. Now that my mouth is free I moan unhindered. I feel unappreciative suddenly. I want more. More. I move my hips in a way that makes his fingers slide in deeper. He gets the point. He pushes me against the pool’s edge once more and increases the speed of his possession. His mouth is on me again, creating a heady cocktail of pleasure in my brain. His fingers move so deeply I feel him stretching me in a way I’ve never been stretched before. It hurts slightly, but it feels so good the pain does too.
“Come for me, Raina. I want to watch you come again.”
His command is my undoing.
“Come all over my fingers.” He presses his forehead against mine. “Open your eyes. I want to see you.”
I give him what he wants, meeting his dark, filthy gaze. “This feels so good.”
“I’m going to make this tight pussy come,” he promises. “Why are you so tight?”
His fingers suddenly hit a special spot I didn’t even know I had. My back bows as pleasure, so stark and brand new, so consuming and beautiful, sucks me under. I am not myself, but someone I didn’t know I could be. I am sexy, confident, and feeling things I didn’t know I could feel. I fall against him as my orgasm rips me apart. It has claws and teeth and it’s tearing me in two.
But I want more. So much more. I find his mouth and attack him when I can function again. The effects of my pleasure stop briefly, giving me enough insight to realize something.
Kent isn’t kissing me back. He slowly pulls his fingers out of me. I close my eyes at the sensation, a small shiver rippling through me like something forgotten but remembered all the same. I rest against him, wrapping my legs around him under the water. He lets me rest, rubbing my back as I come down from trying to reach the sun.
When I’m me again I peek at him.
He pushes my back against the pool’s edge, pressing his erection against me. There is no material in the way except for his boxers. The feeling of him so close does it for me. I reach for his boxers and attempt to pull them