Sun-Kissed - Frankie Love Page 0,5

wrapped around me, needing her body close.

My hands take hold of her cute little ass, squeezing her cheeks as her arms wrap around my neck.

She's caught off guard, surprised, and I like that. I want to keep her sense of wonder all day long.

"Do you care if anyone sees us?" she asks, her eyes darting around the pool.

“No," I tell her. "No need to worry. No one will come over here."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure. Besides, you said you wanted to lose yourself completely, right? You don't need to worry about anyone else right now. Right now you only need to worry about the here and now."

She nods, trusting me. I already love that about her. Her ability to accept that I'm looking out for her best interests.

"I like it when you're wrapped around me," I tell her.

She bites her bottom lip, her eyelids flutter closed, she looks so damn sweet.

"A man's never held me like this."

My cock is fucking hard, and I want her to feel it, to know what she's doing to me. I loosen my hold on her ever so slightly, letting her body slide lower, so her pussy can press against my cock.

"You feel how hard I am?" I ask, leaning into her ear, blowing hot breath. She shivers, and I hear her let out the softest moan. She knows what she wants and she's ready for it.

"I feel you, I feel you against me," she repeats, her head falling, her back arching, and all I want right now is to get her out of her swimsuit.

I want to run my hands up and down her body, to touch her pussy and make her come.

I want her nipples in my mouth and I want her hands on my cock.

I want her completely.

Not wanting to miss out on this perfect moment, I lean down and find her lips, kissing her hard.

Our mouths part, my tongue finds hers. She smells like paperback books and the first day of school. She tastes like crisp red apples, like purity and innocence—like an unpicked piece of fruit.

She is everything I am not.

And in this instance, for the first time in my life, I wish I were more. I wish I were a different sort of man.

I wish I were the sort of man who could be with a woman like her. A woman so good and honest.

But I know what kind of man I am.

She's too good for me.

But for now, she's giving me a gift I don't deserve.

And I'd be crazy not to take it.

Our kiss seems to last forever, her hands thread through my hair and my hands hold her close to me. Her chest is pressed against mine, her nipples poking through her spandex suit, and my fingers inch under the bottoms of her swimsuit, wanting to feel the skin of her ass; wanting to feel her.

When I touch her, it seems to open her up, and suddenly we're kissing like our lives depend on it. Kissing as if we must, in order to breathe.

Kissing like we're never going to stop.

But I need more.

"I'm so fucking hot for you," I say between kisses.

She looks at me, her eyes glazed over, her lips swollen, her body piqued and primed.

"Me too, I need you too," she tells me. Her words are no longer flirtatious, no longer hinting at propositioning a stranger.

No. Now her words tell me she needs to be fucked by a man.

I set her down and pull off my shorts, setting them on the edge of the pool.

Her eyes peer down, taking me in.

The water is clear, and so are her eyes.

She likes what she sees.

"You're so big," she moans under her breath, shaking her head as she takes me in.

"Yes I am, baby. So big and so hard. My cock is going to fill you up like you always dreamt about."

I stroke myself up and down, her mouth opening at the sight of me as if it’s some primal instinct to seeing a man’s cock.

Seeing my cock.

"I took off mine, it's time for you to take off yours."

She nods, and I'm glad she's willing. I want to make sure she really wants this and that I'm not pressuring her in any way. When she reaches up and pulls down one strap of her suit, I know I'm not taking her anywhere she doesn't want to go. She pulls down the other strap, and then, with her face flushed with the newness of this moment, she pulls it